Post by zombie on Jan 11, 2020 5:51:22 GMT -5
Her face is a picture of perfection without her facepaint on. Fukushima Zombie sits demurely in a subway car as it takes her through a tunnel. The lights flicker on and off at certain points given the speed of the train which runs at peak Japanese efficiency. There have to sacrifices somewhere for this speed. Fukushima looks over to her left and right as the sterile lighting reveals that she is alone. She adjusts the hem of her black dress covering her knobbly knees with healing scabby cuts. Her fingers tap these knees and dig in.. Her voice echoes in the train as we hear her in a voice-over.
“This bruise is the only true thing in this fighting world yet it fades into oblivion as well. Everything we hold dear in this world is like that, isn’t it? Take my home promotion of SSS. With the new year, it becomes something else. Where once I was a dominant fish in a stale pond, now that we grow into J-ROK I am a sheep among the flock wondering which ones will emerge as the wolves.”
Her dark nails open up the cuts and one small trickle of blood seeps out from the fresh wound and she watches it for a moment with curious porcelain eyes before wiping it off. The lights flicker for a moment and a hint of a scowl flashes on her face before she changes back to the curious innocence of before.
“I have nothing to fall back on this time as my big long title reign is something for the record books of days gone past. It will be ignored and forgotten by those that see me for the first time in J-ROK just a name or a spooky little Zombie girl with a medal next to it. It won’t turn any heads because fighters, to their core, are arrogant. I do wonder if it will be the same in this next XHF battle. This is something that I am more familiar with. This is something that has slipped out of my grasps before.”
The lights flicker again and this time another girl appears next to her wearing her usual corpse make-up with a wide-open bleeding mouth watching her and screaming in her face. Fukushima turns to face her but she is gone in another flash.
“I am the ghost that haunts these tournaments getting ever so close to achieving that wondrous goal so that I can move on to the next plane of existing. This time I will have to get through Mike Lio and Ai Moe. An old lion and a being of pure heart.”
This time a big red demon with two horns and bulging muscles appears in front of her along with a bright spirit of a woman covered in a veil and radiating light. They are gone as soon as Fukushima turns towards them.
“They pull up from the jumble of letters that make up this Network each hoping to take back home the grand prize. I have been in this position and came up short yet closer each time. Will this be my time? Will this new year start with my glory or will the XHF take me out?”
The lights go completely out for a moment and the lights from the tunnel reveal that Fukushima is surrounded by a lot of shadows. The lights come back on and she is alone again.
“I am a product of our times. A ghost that haunts these competitions. A specter that reflects the sign of the times. The world quakes in fear of impending doom brought on by warring clans. I will take all this turmoil and unleash it into my matches. Mike and Moe should be more familiar with me than I am of them, but they will know what it is to face this force of emotion. I do not hold back anymore as I know the power of influence. My influence only needs one thing to be brought out. I will be great so that the people will know me. I will become the monster that fights back against the shade.”
The lights turn off again and Fukushima screams as the shadows of the many beasts and ghouls surround her again. They disappear as the train finally comes out at a station with a blinding light. Fukushima exits the train but now she is in full corpse face paint looking as confident as ever and she walks away.
“This bruise is the only true thing in this fighting world yet it fades into oblivion as well. Everything we hold dear in this world is like that, isn’t it? Take my home promotion of SSS. With the new year, it becomes something else. Where once I was a dominant fish in a stale pond, now that we grow into J-ROK I am a sheep among the flock wondering which ones will emerge as the wolves.”
Her dark nails open up the cuts and one small trickle of blood seeps out from the fresh wound and she watches it for a moment with curious porcelain eyes before wiping it off. The lights flicker for a moment and a hint of a scowl flashes on her face before she changes back to the curious innocence of before.
“I have nothing to fall back on this time as my big long title reign is something for the record books of days gone past. It will be ignored and forgotten by those that see me for the first time in J-ROK just a name or a spooky little Zombie girl with a medal next to it. It won’t turn any heads because fighters, to their core, are arrogant. I do wonder if it will be the same in this next XHF battle. This is something that I am more familiar with. This is something that has slipped out of my grasps before.”
The lights flicker again and this time another girl appears next to her wearing her usual corpse make-up with a wide-open bleeding mouth watching her and screaming in her face. Fukushima turns to face her but she is gone in another flash.
“I am the ghost that haunts these tournaments getting ever so close to achieving that wondrous goal so that I can move on to the next plane of existing. This time I will have to get through Mike Lio and Ai Moe. An old lion and a being of pure heart.”
This time a big red demon with two horns and bulging muscles appears in front of her along with a bright spirit of a woman covered in a veil and radiating light. They are gone as soon as Fukushima turns towards them.
“They pull up from the jumble of letters that make up this Network each hoping to take back home the grand prize. I have been in this position and came up short yet closer each time. Will this be my time? Will this new year start with my glory or will the XHF take me out?”
The lights go completely out for a moment and the lights from the tunnel reveal that Fukushima is surrounded by a lot of shadows. The lights come back on and she is alone again.
“I am a product of our times. A ghost that haunts these competitions. A specter that reflects the sign of the times. The world quakes in fear of impending doom brought on by warring clans. I will take all this turmoil and unleash it into my matches. Mike and Moe should be more familiar with me than I am of them, but they will know what it is to face this force of emotion. I do not hold back anymore as I know the power of influence. My influence only needs one thing to be brought out. I will be great so that the people will know me. I will become the monster that fights back against the shade.”
The lights turn off again and Fukushima screams as the shadows of the many beasts and ghouls surround her again. They disappear as the train finally comes out at a station with a blinding light. Fukushima exits the train but now she is in full corpse face paint looking as confident as ever and she walks away.