Post by Kimitsu Zombie on Sept 21, 2016 4:13:07 GMT
She has been in this position all her life. Always dead last with a good luck charm around her neck in the shape of a noose. She was so used to this it was sickening. The taste of digging herself out of holes was like chewing dry paste. She didn't want to keep experiencing this again and again. It was more interesting than the rat race but way more dangerous. Life itself hung in the balance but hope kept the scales steady. Something needed to be done to tip them over to her advantage once again. Instead of just fighting to get by she would have to fight to get ahead. It was the first time in her life that it was possible.
Kimitsu Zombie just sees flashes of orange when she closes her eyes. After a restless sleep and a shower, she goes to the dining table to eat something. She almost sits on the second bag of candy so far. It was strange making friends in a sport where everyone is ultimately out for themselves. Tearing someone apart was how one survived. This was different. It was something pure and naiive. It was fun without any of the maliciousness that accompanies all the other partnerships she has formed. They would get there eventually like always.
Since that train of thought was depressing, Kimitsu left the house and walks a few blocks to the local MMA gym. That was what made her choose the spot to move to. Open mats during the daytime. It was away from the job so it still had its surprises. She walks in and there is a sudden hush in the few early birds but she ignores the stares. After getting settled she goes over to the heavy bad while trying to ignore the chatter that has grown now.
Kimitsu doesn't need to listen to know what it's about. Livewire #1 wasn't the best time she had but she did accomplish one thing. She got rid of the fear and doubt from her mind's eye. She faced one of the best in Ash Scion. She was going to try to face the hype, the experience, and the resolve of a champion. It wasn't her night and Scion showed her what Livewire was made up. The foundations were built that night and to felt like something big. And it was. Kimitsu learned a lot that day.
The butterflies were now gone from her stomach after being drowned in shochu. The mystique of the place was altered. No longer does Kimitsu see EOW as a land of giants, she sees them as little gold figures for her to enjoy. She moves to the punching bag and recites a name with each punch or kick. The last two names and combos reserved for the new champions. They were no longer just her role models to be gawked at. They were now her peers and competition. They were now her prey.
She rests and silently moves on to the grappling dummy. The only name on her mind as she throws it overhead over and over again is Jill Lorder. Her attack during Livewire One should matter but it doesn't. Her history should matter but it's ignored. Her twerking should matter and... it does a bit. The only other thing Kimitsu thinks about is showcasing her own style. She is graceful yet forceful with each trip and throw. She is precise. If Lorder wasn't randomly chosen then it must mean she deserved it for something. As a Zombie, holding her responsible would be her job. Exacting punishment would be the mission.
Kimitsu notices a few people still whispering at each other and glancing over at her. She decides it is time for sparring. She joins a group of four taking turns and they try to walk away but she pushes one of them, a girl built like a bulldog with a similar face. She tries to warn Kimitsu to go away but Kimitsu pushes her again and then go to the middle of the practice area. Most people stop their workouts to watch. Kimitsu and the opponent shake hands then they circle each other. Kimitsu then snatches at his outstretched hands and the shot fades.
Kimitsu Zombie just sees flashes of orange when she closes her eyes. After a restless sleep and a shower, she goes to the dining table to eat something. She almost sits on the second bag of candy so far. It was strange making friends in a sport where everyone is ultimately out for themselves. Tearing someone apart was how one survived. This was different. It was something pure and naiive. It was fun without any of the maliciousness that accompanies all the other partnerships she has formed. They would get there eventually like always.
Since that train of thought was depressing, Kimitsu left the house and walks a few blocks to the local MMA gym. That was what made her choose the spot to move to. Open mats during the daytime. It was away from the job so it still had its surprises. She walks in and there is a sudden hush in the few early birds but she ignores the stares. After getting settled she goes over to the heavy bad while trying to ignore the chatter that has grown now.
Kimitsu doesn't need to listen to know what it's about. Livewire #1 wasn't the best time she had but she did accomplish one thing. She got rid of the fear and doubt from her mind's eye. She faced one of the best in Ash Scion. She was going to try to face the hype, the experience, and the resolve of a champion. It wasn't her night and Scion showed her what Livewire was made up. The foundations were built that night and to felt like something big. And it was. Kimitsu learned a lot that day.
The butterflies were now gone from her stomach after being drowned in shochu. The mystique of the place was altered. No longer does Kimitsu see EOW as a land of giants, she sees them as little gold figures for her to enjoy. She moves to the punching bag and recites a name with each punch or kick. The last two names and combos reserved for the new champions. They were no longer just her role models to be gawked at. They were now her peers and competition. They were now her prey.
She rests and silently moves on to the grappling dummy. The only name on her mind as she throws it overhead over and over again is Jill Lorder. Her attack during Livewire One should matter but it doesn't. Her history should matter but it's ignored. Her twerking should matter and... it does a bit. The only other thing Kimitsu thinks about is showcasing her own style. She is graceful yet forceful with each trip and throw. She is precise. If Lorder wasn't randomly chosen then it must mean she deserved it for something. As a Zombie, holding her responsible would be her job. Exacting punishment would be the mission.
Kimitsu notices a few people still whispering at each other and glancing over at her. She decides it is time for sparring. She joins a group of four taking turns and they try to walk away but she pushes one of them, a girl built like a bulldog with a similar face. She tries to warn Kimitsu to go away but Kimitsu pushes her again and then go to the middle of the practice area. Most people stop their workouts to watch. Kimitsu and the opponent shake hands then they circle each other. Kimitsu then snatches at his outstretched hands and the shot fades.
