Post by Kenshin on Jun 13, 2018 6:51:35 GMT -5
My name is Reina Kenshin, and I like to fight.
Which is a Bad Thing, according to “experts” like Tyler Draven. I say “experts” in that fashion because in his skewed vision my love of fighting is somehow a love of hurting people. Which simply isn’t all the way true. I understand his confusion; it does appear that I do like only hurting people. Well I say I simply like my job, and I take great care in its presentation. Some say I fight a little too intensely, some say a little too…insanely, but the fight is what drives me. The act. The learning. The game of chess. The back and forth. You’d understand Tyler, but something tells me you’re incapable.
Where you see pain and suffering I see art and brilliance. I understand your uneducated opinion; not many people can see beyond what the norm is taught. That fighting for the sake of fighting is somehow empty and wrong. I challenged those ideals long ago and I’m here, the victor, because of my convictions. My desire to fight is a goal, just as any other. In our business we wrestlers desire to be champions, to have gold wrapped around our waist and celebrated, recognized. I hold that desire as well, but not because of some belt but because of how I fought.
How violent do I need to be? As violent as needed.
How vicious do I need to make myself? As much as necessary.
How much pain should I inflict on my opponent? As much as possible.
If you don’t understand why then you simply can’t understand why. Because at the end of the day, Tyler, you’re not a fighter. You’re simply a…wrestler. I don’t blame you, though. If that was all I had, I’d milk it for all it was worth too.
I’ll be seeing you Tyler. Hopefully you’ll see me first.
May 27th, 2018
Madison Square Garden
After Reina’s match at WFWF: End Time
Madison Square Garden
After Reina’s match at WFWF: End Time
She didn’t feel well.
Reina knew her body well, and this didn’t bode well. She likened her body to a well-oiled machine, a temple she kept up with daily doses of exercise, booze and violence. Sometimes sex, of course, but that was usually an afterthought. During those times she hummed, ready at all times to put’up’er dukes and punch whatever problem came her way. That hum was dim now, and Reina shook her head as that feeling of nausea came back, her stomach roiling for a moment before stopping altogether. She hated the feeling, but it wasn’t persistent enough to really be much of a bother. At the moment it was a lingering cloud, but one she could deal with.
“Ya look like crap run over twice,” commented Kevin as he lit up a smoke. They were standing outside of Madison Square Garden in a secluded spot where they could sit and relax without prying eyes. “Helluva show though. It’s almost better that you lost.”
Reina rolled her eyes and turned away from Kevin so he wouldn’t notice her wince as her stomach churned once again.
“Seriously chica, it’s good news.” Kevin waited a moment, then shrugged when Reina didn’t turn around or respond. “You know a trick ass like Tyler Draven knows that,” Kevin points towards the building towards where the ring might be, “Won’t be a repeat performance. It’s good crap girl, trust me. We wouldn’t say crap like that just to sugar coat it. Where you think Trish is, powdering her nose? She’s taking mad calls about your match.”
Reina turned her head slightly and nodded, with Kevin getting a huge smile on his face as he prattled on about merchandise deals and television spots and so on. Good, at least he was happy about it. Reina could only turn away and wince again as her stomach made its displeasure known. She just wished what would make it calm down once again because she’d do that crap quick, fast and in a hurry. Kevin had taken Reina’s nod to talk and keep talking despite Reina not even looking at the man anymore, which was just fine with the martial artist. She just needed to stop for a moment. Rest.
“Good news, bitches!!” Trish walked in on the duo just as Kevin was getting balls deep in a story about hookers and Reina sighed in relief because telling Kevin to shut up after he was so supportive might have been a dick move. “Especially for you Kevin; merchandise deals baby.”
Kevin whooped and fist pumped. “Oh yeah baby, time to work my magic. Oh Reina, you ain’t seen a train run like this one baby, believe’dat. Time to make that money Roll. In.”
“He speaks the truth, despite his inane delivery,” Trish rolled her eyes at Kevin before looking to Reina. “Merchandise deals are huge. You’ll be on t-shirts and posters all over the planet within a week. Within two weeks people will be begging for more. From coffee cups to yoga mats, trust Kevin to sell it. He’s damn good at his job.”
“Thank you Tits!!” Kevin beamed happily. “It’s good ta know a brotha is still ‘around here.”
“Hm.” Trish deadpanned at Kevin’s ‘playful’ nickname. “Well, don’t let it get to your head, You do so lack in most all other areas, including personality. Especially personality.”
“Damn.” Kevin looked down at the ground, feigning hurt at the remark. “Ya jes gotta hit close to the chest don’tcha?”
“Stop staring at mine and I’ll stop hitting yours, you asshat.”
Reina’s attention drifted. Trish and Kevin were great, to be sure, and their bickering and banter was always funny. They were a welcome distraction from what she could only assume would be a more ‘drunken’ state than she was in now, or would be if she were alone. Still, that didn’t stop her from wishing she had something strong in her hands right now, if only to make this nausea either hurry up and throw itself up out of her body or go away. She just needed something to take the edge off, and at the moment it seemed like her locker room was ages away.
“You don’t look well,” came a soft and caring tone that made Reina look up in confusion, only to see Trish standing next to her while Kevin was off a ways on the phone, his loud tone carrying over to them. “You feeling okay? You didn’t break anything did you?”
“No,” Reina replied quickly, then stopped and swallowed hard before looking away. “No, I’m fine. No broken anything. Just…under the weather. Musta been, I dunno, something I ate?”
Reina gave her most sarcastic quirk of her lips before looking away. You could tell from her face that Trish wanted to say something but she restrained herself from doing so. “Well…maybe you shouldn’t just put anything you have on your hands in your mouth, hm? You don’t know where…things have been.”
Reina said nothing, opting to look away and cross her arms. Trish sighed, knowing Reina was closing herself off and was honestly surprised she was taking it as well as she was. Everything about the younger woman’s profile pointed towards her being an almost insufferable egomaniac, though the ‘just wanting a fight’ part of her personality was always a gray area Trish couldn’t predict. But judging from the stance Reina was in now, any further conversation would probably be met with a fierce glare and short responses.
“Come on,” she said, poking Reina on the arm to get her attention. “Let’s see what Kevin has for us. Be prepared for a long winded explanation on how just how much ‘cheddar cheddar’ you’re going to be making.”
She could feel her arms twitching as she peered ahead of her. The surroundings were picturesque. Bright yellow sun gleaming down on the two of them, their shadows cast far from their bodies. Off in the distance, hills as green as the most envious anime hero, rolled on endlessly; rising and falling into a dark haze as it spanned towards the horizon. All around them, bushes sprouted up from the soft dirt, blooming flowers of the most brilliant colors. Patches of white daisies blended smoothly into the soft yellow tones of the marigolds. Beneath their feet, were the hard cobblestones that made up the surface of the bridge. Below them, a babbling brook gently trickled down the grassy shores, out-letting to a small pond just a few miles off. She wished felt the gravelly texture beneath her toes, for her feet were bare. The stones were smooth, though the gaps between them must have made it a bit tricky to maintain a comfortable stance. It didn't bother her though. Reina never felt pain here, even when the action heated up. Up ahead; her opponent, feet safely tucked into chunky leather boots, clicked his heels against the stone. A gentle beat harmonizing with the scattered birds that flew overhead. There was a slight breeze, which brought with it the wonderful mixed scent of the flowers. Neither person seemed to notice. Fists before them, they waited, watching each other with unblinking eyes. Their muscles were taught, they always seemed that way, bodies ready to spring into action. Both stared each other down, barely moving as the moment they would plunge this serene setting into a battleground approached. A gust of wind must have blown over them, a voice carried in its invisible waves. Something in the unfelt breeze brought a message, something shouted out into the minds of the two combatants. Though not a sound was heard by either person, a voice did yell out to them.
In an instant, they were on each other. Reina felt her pulse rise, her heart starting to beat just a step faster. She came in with a swift kick to the midsection. It was blocked easily as her opponent pulled in his arm, taking the brunt of the blow with his tricep. Shaking it off, he came with a quick combination, left-right, he ducked low. Reina recognized the movement, anticipated what was about to happen. Forearms came up, blocking away the first two punches. Down low he went, Reina quickly flexing her thumbs. A sharp knee to the gut sent the man reeling. Not wanting him to recover, Reina rushed in with fists flying.
Two quick body punches had him stepping back. Unable to block either shot, he was left completely open. Reina grinned as her opponent was leveled with an impossibly fast roundhouse kick. Connecting square on the jaw, it left her opponent wide open for further attack. Reina grit her teeth, her fingers beginning to tingle as she unloaded on her opponent with a flurry of fists to the face. Down he went. Backing off, she waited to see what would happen. As she'd learned in previous matches with this particular opponent, he was capable of unleashing a devastating attack from the ground. A quick nip-up brought the big man to his feet. Reina, feeling perhaps her opponent would be worn down a bit, came in a rush, hoping to end this fight quickly. Thinking he must still be a bit groggy from the thrashing, she gave no thought to defense. A few quick punches, a kick and possibly a combination should put him away.
She should have been more careful.
As if the beating he'd taken not even a few seconds earlier had no effect the man blasted through the offense, countering with a devastating attack of his own. Thrust back with a barrage of attacks, Reina scrambled to try to gain control. It would not come back to her, no response as her opponent unloaded his attacks. Three hard punches to the face, an elbow to the jaw followed up by a standing thrust kick. Head snapping back, Reina was unable to counter as her opponent spun low to the ground, sweeping the legs right off the cobblestone bridge with his own. Now it was her opponent’s turn to back off. Reina was shouting in her head, cursing her blind rush in. A second later she was up. No big deal, just like the other guy, even the hardest blows could be shaken off in mere moments. It was as if once the feet hit the ground, the pain was gone. Both were up again, ready to go at it. Reina kept her distance now, wanting to pull the fight back into control. If any moves were to be made, she would allow her opponent to be the aggressor. Falling back into a defensive posture, Reina waited for him to come to her. It wouldn't take long. It never did.
Here he came, fists flying. Reina blocked every blow, hands and arms fending off anything her opponent could throw. Pivoting on his back leg, her foe went for a spinning heel kick. She had faced him so many times before, so she knew that this man’s kicks were slow. Perhaps it was his head that slowed him down, blonde hair cut as oddly as it was. She waited, anticipating the moment to counter. His back was turned, the opening was there. A quick, ducking punch stopped her opponent in mid-kick. Knocked off balance, he stumbled forward, unable to turn back around in time to prevent further attacks. Reina flexed her fingers and unleashed hell upon his opponent. She was taken off guard in that second pass, she would not allow that to happen again. She managed to pull off a succession of kicks like a trained master, as if she’d been doing this her whole life. The force of the blows turned her opponent around to face her. High punches crushed his face, low kicks to the midsection doubling him back over. She pushed him along the length of the bridge, never once letting up on the punishment. She stepped back just slightly, bringing a vicious kick up right to her opponent’s face. Stumbling back, Reina saw the opportunity to put him to the stones again. Reina smirked, leaping forward into a jumping flip. Coming out of it in mid-air, she delivered yet another kick to the face. Hitting the ground, she bent his knees to absorb the shock. This also gave her the chance to return the favor. Hand planted on the rough stones, she spun himself around, and sweeping her opponent’s feet out from under him. Down he went, and Reina once again moved out of range. This time, when her opponent got to his feet, the beating had taken its toll.
Though he stood, his body wavered, threatening to topple over down onto the bridge. Stars were floating above his head now, the big man completely helpless. In those few seconds, Reina contemplated what she would do next. She had hated resorting to such measures, but she wanted to end this quickly and move on to another opponent. It would be a long hard road ahead, she didn't want to risk it here and now though it pained her to do so. She felt her hands twitching, the telltale signs of what was coming coursing through her mind. With a deep breath, she went through the motions. Hands cupped near the midsection, the rush of energy built up in the muscles. Body rushing ahead, though feet were planted firmly to the bridge, the energy exploded with the loud scream that accompanied it. In a blinding flash of light, Reina fired a blue ball of flame across the bridge. Still groggy and unable to move, the burst of energy hit him flush on the chest. He let out a scream as he felt himself lifted into the air, knocked back down to the cobblestone bridge. This time…for good.
Reina let out a big sigh as she loosened her grip on the control pad. Leaning back in her chair, she waited for the next screen to load, her next opponent being chosen randomly by the computer that operated the game system. The next fight was coming, but Reina just paused the game, her mind moving elsewhere for a moment. She looked to the table beside her, the half full cup of whiskey seemingly calling her name. She let out a deep breath she didn’t realize she was holding. With a quick rush of movement, as if she was afraid she’d change her mind; Reina swooped up the glass and downed it on one gulp. The burning liquid went down smoother than she’d like, but a moment later she slammed the cup down, hard. She rolled her eyes and closed them as she leaned back in her chair. Maybe that wasn’t any way to enjoy good liquor, but she didn’t care. Not really.
“Is…is this what you’re recording for your promo?” the familiar voice came from slightly far away and Reina didn’t have to turn to know Kevin had entered the gym and was making his way towards her. “I mean, good, place looks spotless and cleaner but…you’re playing Street Fighter. Not even Street Fighter V, you’re playing Street Fighter II. I…why?”
“I just showed Cameron Stone how I’m gonna beat him.”
Kevin waited for further explanation but Reina continued her game as if he’d never even entered the room. She was on Thailand now, which meant Sagat. He didn’t feel sorry for her at all.
May 30th, 2018
‘The Black Rose Gym’
Main Training Area
‘The Black Rose Gym’
Main Training Area
“She’s asking not to be disturbed.” Kevin.
“F--k what she wants.” Trish.
That was the general consensus around the table the two were sitting at. Trish and Kevin were all sitting at said table with a bunch of Chinese food clustered in the center so they could all reach. They’d gotten enough for Reina, which meant getting several pounds more, but they woman had been a no show all day. Also the previous three days.
“Just been so busy…” Kevin yawned into the back of his hand, then snapped his mouth shut with a click of his teeth. “Girl is pop-u-lar. Like, it’s nuts. She lost a match and got a crapload of fans. Math doesn’t add up but hot damn that merch money.”
“Have we got her a strength trainer yet?” Trish asked absentmindedly as she poked at some noodles. “She’s beefy for a woman but we need someone she can train with so she can learn how to handle the bigger ones.”
“I know a guy,” Kevin spoke up, and stopped mid-chew as Trish looked at him. He scoffed, looking offended. “Okay, so maybe that sounded just a little shady, but that doesn’t mean I don’t actually know a mother f--ker. He’s good. Big, too. Like, huge.”
“Well, fine. We’ll see when he gets here.” Trish huffed and tossed the box of food she had on the table before casting worried eyes towards the back of the gym where Reina’s private quarters were. “Wish she’d just talk to us. She hasn’t been looking well, have you noticed?”
He didn’t elaborate, but he didn’t need too. Kevin was sitting just as comfortable as you could be, barely even noticing Trish and her stress levels. Trish did the same a moment later, and the two fell into a comfortable silence. A light ding made Trish look up from her food towards the table where her phone was.
“Huh,” Trish started as she looked at her phone. “Alicia is coming to visit. Wants to see Reina.”
“Damn, I haven’t seen Alicia in a grip.” Kevin licked his lips. “Betcha she still got that nice onion booty and child birthin’ hips, UHHH!!” Kevin grit his teeth and made the obscene noise with a pump of his fist. “Seriously, she makes a brotha wanna beg.”
“Anyways,” Trish cleared her throat, eyes Kevin with disdain. “She says she’ll make the trip here sometime between now and the next show. So…who knows when she’ll actually be here. Won’t get much notice, but I’m sure Reina will be fine. She’s met Alicia before, right?”
“Briefly,” Kevin nodded. “Way back when I first brought Reina in. Alicia liked her.”
“I remember.” Trish nodded slowly, going back to her food thoughtfully. “I just wonder why she’s coming here now.”
“Check on the merchandise?” Kevin kicked in, shrugging as he ate a piece of beef. “Maybe see how Reina is doing after such getting her ass kicked?”
“Maybe.” Trish nodded, accepting Thomas’ reason as probably the most likely. “I just hope Reina’s ready for it.”
June 6th, 2018
‘The Black Rose Gym’
Reina’s Private Quarters
‘The Black Rose Gym’
Reina’s Private Quarters
The days seemed to go by like a hurricane. Swept in with a fury and violence, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. Like a hurricane, she felt the panic as the days whipped by, images thrust into her vision, only to be sucked away in a massive undercurrent. She felt her mind being wiped clean, like chalk from a blackboard. Like a hurricane, she saw it coming. Like a hurricane, she was powerless to stop it. She had long given up on drawing her life into a semblance of order. She had forgotten the usual trivial things that one encountered from day to day. She had allowed herself to be sucked into the vortex, letting the storm take her and lead her along.
She once had a center, something that kept her firmly planted to the ground. Feet firm, head clear. So long it had been, that she had nearly forgotten her face. Much like the visions that went by in the storm, her visage was just one of a thousand, faces blending together in a blur. Reina could remember key things, little things sometimes. She paid them no mind, not for lack of trying. Focus was something she used to have. She could concentrate and figure it all out. Focus brought her the answers. Focus brought her resolve. Now, such things could not be done. The storm that had become her mind blew with a fury unmatched. Still, her image lingered. Reina could see the other woman’s hair, blowing calmly about her porcelain features. She wore a smile, though Reina could sense the pain behind it. The winds let up for a moment, letting Reina see the blonde’s eyes. She stared back at Reina, her gaze betraying the smile. Reina withdrew from the vision, a twinge of pain stabbing her stomach. Clutching her body, she felt the pain grow, as the image was pulled from sight. The tendrils of golden hair were sucked into the endless vacuum. Her soft skin was quickly marred with pockets of darkness as the winds picked up again. Her moment of comfort ripped away with a violent gust, Reina felt herself slipping, felt the winds began to carry her again. The storm was brewing, the storm wouldn't stop. Focus was an all-forgotten commodity these days.
The storm was law…
She sat quietly in the living room, feeling out of place. The contents of the room were arranged neatly, as if great care went into their placement. She shifted slightly, the sound of squeaking leather breaking the silence. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair, still shaking even with a firm hold. Silence encroached on the room once again, as she looked about the room. She felt like an alien in her surroundings. The furniture, she knew, was hers. She vaguely recalled buying every piece of it. Her eyes shifted towards a small coffee table, a white lamp, its base made of carved stone. Next, she looked over the couch, recognizing both as hers…or…no. She shook those thoughts. Though they were all familiar, she felt detached from them, as she'd felt for quite some time. As she continued to look through the room, she felt her head getting light. She couldn't stop herself. The nauseating feeling crept through her stomach, her bowels beginning to rumble.
Eyes shifting throughout the room wildly, moving from one thing to another, never stopping, never blinking. She felt her underarms begin to moisten, her skin rising in millions of tiny bumps. The room was spinning now. She tried to block it all out, tried to push the sickening feeling down inside. She felt her throat constrict, her muscles spasm slightly as the chair began to spin around the room. Eyes darting everywhere, pulling in hazed visions of the room. She felt another presence in the room, could almost feel it. Beads of sweat rolled down her face as her eyes took it all in. Her eyes began to sting, blinking rapidly as the salty liquid spilled into them. She brought her soaked hands up, wiping furiously. Nothing helped. Her hair now soaked, she trembled in the spinning chair, the movement bringing a thick stream of bile from her throat. Coughing it up onto her chest, she could only watch in horror as the milky phlegm mixed with blood as it was absorbed into the cotton fabric of her shirt. The room spun around her, the presence still there. She thought she could see something, someone, creeping around, just outside of her range of vision. As quickly as she picked up on the movement, the room spun around, leaving not a trace. Her nostrils flared, tiny droplets of sweat falling from the tip as the sweet scent of lavender stimulated her senses. She inhaled sharply, feeling a sort of calm coming from the aroma. Suddenly, she felt her stomach churn, more bile choked up as the sweet scent soured in her nostrils. Gone were the traces of petals and fresh flowers, replaced by a damp, acrid odor. She felt her chest constrict, forcing her to choke the air from her lungs out of her mouth and nostrils in a futile attempt to expel the horrid stench. Eyes teared, mingling with the sweat which now poured down her face. The room whipped by her in a frenzy, the shadowy figure still slipping in and out of sight.
She felt her chest burn as the vomit began to erupt from the depths of her stomach. Doubling over, she nearly fell out of the chair. Squeaking leather became the screeches of angry banshees. Hands covered her ears, her body writhing in pain. Her own movements unable to stop the screams she so desperately tried to block out. The silhouette began to spread, becoming a billowing cloud of darkness. She tightened her lips, hoping to swallow the hot liquid she felt washing over her throat. A lump in her throat prevented it, however, unable to swallow past the stone that blocked. Unable to breath, her face began to turn a shade of crimson. Her eyes bulging, the stinging sensations dulled by the pounding of her temples and heart as her body demanded air. She felt it coming, her mind reeling. She could no longer contain it. With a loud scream, she allowed the air to blast into her lungs. Tears sprang from her clamped eyes as the air burned her lungs and chest. Above her, the room continued to spin, the darkness washing over her like a blanket. Opening her eyes, she wiped at her face, horrified to see thick blood dripping from her fingertips. Off in the distance a ringing sound could be heard, getting louder and louder. She covered her ears again, the ringing now joining with the screeches of the banshees. She felt herself fall, the slick leather chair releasing her from its clutches. She felt herself lighten as her body lost contact with the Earth. Shouting against the ringing, like peals of church bells, she plummeted into the endless darkness, blood-sweat pouring from her pores.
It only took a second to fall from the chair to the floor. She hit hard, face first. Shook from her pain, she opened her eyes, quickly looking to her hands. Clean. She got up on her knees, looking over her person. No blood. She wiped her brow. No sweat. She clutched her stomach. The sickened feeling was mostly gone, though its memory remained. Hair dry, body almost without pain. She was fine, except for the ringing. Quickly gaining her bearings, she looked out of the brightly lit living room. Quickly acclimating to her surroundings, she fixed her ears on the chiming of the bells. Slowly, as she settled into herself, the crashing bells began to die down, slowly shifting to the dull, monotonous ring of a nearby phone. With a deep breath, she stood up to go answer it. Her foot connected with something, sending the object flying across the wooden floor with a clanging sound. She looked, though didn't take it in, as the glass bottle rolled and jumped along the floor, slamming into the wall off on the other side of the room. She stopped for a second, only to be spurred on to motion by the continued ringing of the phone.
Picking it up, she was thankful for the silence. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for whatever was coming. She barely received phone calls these days outside of like three people, so she knew exactly who was on the other end. It was all just a matter of preparation, so her stomach could take the call. Closing her eyes she lifted the receiver to her ear. Few words were exchanged, the man on the other end getting right to the point. She was thankful for that, since that was usually not the norm. Hanging it up, she took another deep breath. The situation was amicable for her, but she certainly wasn't fond of the calls. With a heavy sigh she pulled her coat on and she stepped outside, heading for the meeting.[/font]
Reina stopped at the voice, and it was if suddenly the world had snapped back into place, like reality just shifted ever so slightly so her vision was somehow…clearer. She stood there, in the back room of her gym, with keys in her hands. She was…going somewhere, right? The nausea returned, this time the all too familiar knot that had been plaguing her since Madison Square Garden returning in full effect. Reina doubled over, dropping to her palms before heaving, her stomach trying to wretch out something that wasn’t there.
“You thought you were going to a meeting? I mean, wow. That phone call didn’t even happen and the most exciting thing your brain could think of to take you out of this vomit encrusted, piss smelling room was a meeting. How f--king quaint.”
She recognized my voice. Also, she smelled blood. Reina looked around, patted herself over but she couldn’t find it. The trickle she felt on her upper lip told here where the smell of blood was coming from; herself. Reina stood and plugged her nose before making her way to the kitchen sink and the nearby paper towels. For a minute she stood there splashing water on her face and around her nose to make sure the blood was still coming out and not plugged up in any way.
“Come on Reina. Stop fooling yourself. Why keep this up? It’s not like you were able to stomach it the last time. What makes you think you can do it again? And while we’re at it, what the Jesus f--king Christ-on-a-pogo-stick makes you think you can drink me away? You can’t drink me away Reina. You know why. And really, the next time you wanna consume your enemies’ blood, make sure you can handle it first.”
Her stomach roiled, the unsavory feeling familiar by now. She swallowed hard in an attempt to make it go away, to force that feeling out of her like an exorcist but it persisted this time. Eyebrows furrowed Reina found herself almost praying to keep whatever was inside that wanted to come out inside. She didn’t know why but it was Really, Really Important that her not vomit.
“♬ Let it go, let it go… ♬” the voice came from the bathroom and the martial artist paled. “You know the lyrics Reina, come on, sing along!!” The very thought of going in there made Reina stop, but she found herself taking a step forward, then another. “Yeah, that’s it ya f--kin’ nerd. Let it go.”
She was rushing into the bathroom a moment later and was spewing into the toilet the next. The liquid that poured out of her was bright red, the color of blood. She heard laughter and it echoed off the walls. The cramps, the stomach pains, they all seemed to fade the more she vomited. Minutes passed and finally, finally Reina could feel the last of it come out. She has sick all down the front of her shirt and had her face in a place no human should have their face, but it was a familiar sight. She mused, for a moment, how ironic it would be to drown herself in her own vomit.
“Can’t have that. Stand up.”
Reina found herself standing immediately, her gaze going towards the mirror on the wall. She wished she could have resisted by she only needed two steps to land in front of the mirror. She was staring at herself, yet…not. The other reflection moved slightly out of tune with her. Plus, the reflection was crossing her arms. Reina blinked, a tear streaming down her face as she looked at the reflection.
“Say my name.”
“You…you’re…The Black Rose.”
“You god damn right.”
Abusive or bitter language.
Abusive or bitter language.
Let’s not mince words. I lost.
I mean, alright. Not the end of the world. I think that any single one of us could see that yes, I could have beaten him way earlier on and it was my need to extend the match that made me lose. Please, stop tweeting me this garbage.
Okay, so, I don’t know Ante Whitner from the next talentless assblob and yet I’m expected to come up with some grand, verbose exploitation as to why I’m gonna beat him. And while I’ve never personally met the guy, I’ve seen him. In moving picture form, I mean, and lemme tell you this; that mother f--ker doesn’t look like he can’t fight. Ante Whitner looks like the kinda guy who karate kicked his way out of mother’s womb and holy god, I’m excited.
Did that sound vaguely odd? I apologize.
The things is, I ain’t even mad at Draven cause he won. That’s bitch crap, if I’m being completely honest and right. I’m more angry at his words, which hurt people’s feelings, DRAVEN. But the thing is, he gave me a fight. And if your goal is to fight, then that’s all you can really ask for right? So while I’m gonna twist his silly ass into a pretzel next time, I gotta thank Draven for his contribution to my self-betterment. Oh, by the by, if you’re one of those f--king idiots that think, for even a moment, that I’ve gotten this far in my life and never lost a match ya’ll can kiss every inch of my bronze, statuesque, dear-lord-it-looks-like-it-was-carved-from-marble-by-the-gods ass.
Ante. Buddy. Pal. Don’t embarrass me in front of the WFWF and all these people that, for some damn reason, wanna sit here and listen to me. I told them you looked like you could fight so do me a favor and don’t hold back. Pretend I’m one of the girls that shunned you in high school. Make believe I’m all the rejection you face, daily, in your everyday life. Beat me like the red headed stepchild you’ll have one day. Take all those emotions of inadequacy, impotence and failures and put them into beating me.
And maybe that sounded immature Ante. Childish, maybe, but I think you’re the kind of person that takes that crap personally. As part of the whole ‘Reina putting her foot in her mouth’ deal that’s happened since my loss, I took the opportunity to do what I didn’t when I faced Draven and looked at some of your matches. It’s a marvel you’ve walked away, though that makes me respect your opponent more. I think we’re a lot alike in some very, very subtle ways and I think that ring is gonna contain one f—ck of a fight.
Also, Cameron Stone’s a dumb bitch, amirite?
Look, you can paint this any way you like. Way I see it you wanted to call shots on a match you had no business commentating on. And now it’s seems like Stone’s getting more attention than the person he assaulted. Ain’t that a bitch?
Oh, wait. Isn’t that the whole scheme? Make your fame at the expense of others? Is that how supposed Legends of the business operate? How could Cameron Stone have walked down there to my ring and not expected me to say something? It was like he was inviting it, right? Yeah, he tapped his stupid finger to his stupid temple and made himself look like a f--king meme when he came up with this plan.
Cameron, dude. All you had to do was ask. Hell, you don’t even gotta ask. All you gotta do is show up and I’ll fight you anywhere you like. Name a match, hell, make one up.
You got the balls? I hope you do. Because when I get the opportunity, your ass is mine. I’ll take all you mother f--kers on at once.
Set that crap in stone, bitch.