Post by Dazi Miyashita on Aug 11, 2016 11:05:15 GMT -6
The phone rang. She didn't want it to but the phone rang. For the moment Dazi ignored it..but it just kept going. She turned over, looked at the time and then answered the phone. The news she got.....she sat up in bed, wiping a tear from her face. It was news she didn't want...but got anyway.
Dazi: "Miguel..."
She hung up the phone, tired. She laid back down hoping for this day not to even start...then? The phone rang again. She growled low. Could this day get any worse? She looked down at her phone and sighed. Yes, it could get worse in the form of this hell. She picked up the phone, hiding in her pillow as she did so...
Stevenson: "My condolences child. The loss had to have hit you hard."
Dazi: "Fuck off, I am in no need of your petty sarcasm right now. I need to sit here and plan a funeral on top of being in Norfolk for HeatStroke."
Stevenson: "Good, it is why I am here. Open your door child, I have food for you. We can talk, and to let you know? That was not sarcasm. I can relate to you."
She hung up the phone....relate? Her mind was filled with all sorts of things as she crawled out of bed, throwing her robe on and slowly headed for the door. Opening it, she stoood there to find the older man there, food and orange juice in hand. She let him in, the smell of the food the only thing keeping her from punching him in the face. At this moment, as he sat down and set the food down she jsut wanted to be alone. She was tired...and the booze really started to sound wonderful right now, as well as the gambling.
Stevenson: "The look on your face, it is the look I had when I lost my daughter. Mikie....the girl was a up and coming gymnast. Only nine, she had the eyes of her mother and the ambition of her father. She had dreams of being in the olympics. This..."
He pointed to a cross necklace around his neck. She knew what it was, she reached for her wrist and the blue and silver hand made bracelet.
Stevenson: "You understand."
Dazi: "He tied this around my wrist before my Carnage match. Told me that I needed to keep being in the ring, not squander my chances like Ricky did."
Stevenson: "Richard, the pathetic fool. He never was one for listening."
The look of horror and shock on her face as it turned white...was he the one....
Stevenson: "I made him world champion behind the scenes, and he spit in my face and squandered the chances I gifted him on a silver platter. I made sure he tapped into that dark heart and he wasted it away on love. Now? I have a chacne again to tap into a dark heart...yours. How is the darkness doing by the way? You have done quite a good job concealing it under the guise of a hardcore queen."
Another low growl from her was met with a low chuckle from him.
Dazi: "That is no guise you bastard. I made my name and legacy there in Carnage by being the Ultraviolent Queen. I have every intent of doing the same thing in VOW as well. So, mister genius, do you have plans since you know you are attached to my hip by the will McCoy left?"
She looked at him, sipping her orange juice and awaiting a response. He jsut sat there deadpanned in expression. She challenged him, a second time now. The first time, she barely made it out alive but this time? She had no idea. He reached down in his pocket, pulling out a swiss army knife and sat it on the table in front of her. She looked at it as he returned to his deadpanned exression.
Stevenson: "I really hope that you stop with challenging me Miya-san. That knife? It has killed many for a lot less than this conversation. Regrets? None, becasue everyone that has challenged me has not lived to tell the stories of the horrors I have given them. You have already seen what my chidren are capable of, do you wish to be yet another victim in your promising career? I know the answer, so save your breath little girl. I also know that I can unleash a side of you that has yet to be seen."
She just sat there, staring at the knife on the table. Was she scared? Yes, but for one reason alone. She has yet to be stabbed. She has been beaten, battered, broken and bloody in both professional and personal aspects, but she had yet to be stabbed. He knew this...he knew a lot about her that she kept secret. His deadpanned look turned into one of compassion again. He knew what to do, when to do it and what to say. She knew this just in the few encounters they have had.
Stevenson: "I ask you once, and only once. Please do not challenge me a third time. I want to help you, not hurt you. We now share a common bond and one that has hurt both of our hearts severely. I would hate to wipe out your bloodline without someone else there to honor it. Please, I implore you to not be like your brother and listen to me. I took him to the top and now I can take you there as well."
She just leaned back in the chair. Should this be taken as a threat? Maybe. To her now? He was the one to save her from the bottom of a bottle like she had been in and out of for the better part of the last week. Taking a sigh, she just sat there thinking. He leaned back himself, folding his hands together and studying her intently. He knew she was waiting and wanting to either challenge him again or give in and accept fate. To be honest he was hoping for the latter becasue of the plans he had for her.
Dazi: "Fine. If I don't take a title in VOW or Carnage in the next six months? I fire your ass on the spot and kick it back to the hell you spawned in, deal?"
He just chuckled low, nodding his head.
Stevenson: "You will find I keep my word to my children. I will personally train you myself, you are top title material. Together we will show the world that the queen will have her throne."
There. They finally agreed on something.
-TBC-
Dazi: "Miguel..."
She hung up the phone, tired. She laid back down hoping for this day not to even start...then? The phone rang again. She growled low. Could this day get any worse? She looked down at her phone and sighed. Yes, it could get worse in the form of this hell. She picked up the phone, hiding in her pillow as she did so...
Stevenson: "My condolences child. The loss had to have hit you hard."
Dazi: "Fuck off, I am in no need of your petty sarcasm right now. I need to sit here and plan a funeral on top of being in Norfolk for HeatStroke."
Stevenson: "Good, it is why I am here. Open your door child, I have food for you. We can talk, and to let you know? That was not sarcasm. I can relate to you."
She hung up the phone....relate? Her mind was filled with all sorts of things as she crawled out of bed, throwing her robe on and slowly headed for the door. Opening it, she stoood there to find the older man there, food and orange juice in hand. She let him in, the smell of the food the only thing keeping her from punching him in the face. At this moment, as he sat down and set the food down she jsut wanted to be alone. She was tired...and the booze really started to sound wonderful right now, as well as the gambling.
Stevenson: "The look on your face, it is the look I had when I lost my daughter. Mikie....the girl was a up and coming gymnast. Only nine, she had the eyes of her mother and the ambition of her father. She had dreams of being in the olympics. This..."
He pointed to a cross necklace around his neck. She knew what it was, she reached for her wrist and the blue and silver hand made bracelet.
Stevenson: "You understand."
Dazi: "He tied this around my wrist before my Carnage match. Told me that I needed to keep being in the ring, not squander my chances like Ricky did."
Stevenson: "Richard, the pathetic fool. He never was one for listening."
The look of horror and shock on her face as it turned white...was he the one....
Stevenson: "I made him world champion behind the scenes, and he spit in my face and squandered the chances I gifted him on a silver platter. I made sure he tapped into that dark heart and he wasted it away on love. Now? I have a chacne again to tap into a dark heart...yours. How is the darkness doing by the way? You have done quite a good job concealing it under the guise of a hardcore queen."
Another low growl from her was met with a low chuckle from him.
Dazi: "That is no guise you bastard. I made my name and legacy there in Carnage by being the Ultraviolent Queen. I have every intent of doing the same thing in VOW as well. So, mister genius, do you have plans since you know you are attached to my hip by the will McCoy left?"
She looked at him, sipping her orange juice and awaiting a response. He jsut sat there deadpanned in expression. She challenged him, a second time now. The first time, she barely made it out alive but this time? She had no idea. He reached down in his pocket, pulling out a swiss army knife and sat it on the table in front of her. She looked at it as he returned to his deadpanned exression.
Stevenson: "I really hope that you stop with challenging me Miya-san. That knife? It has killed many for a lot less than this conversation. Regrets? None, becasue everyone that has challenged me has not lived to tell the stories of the horrors I have given them. You have already seen what my chidren are capable of, do you wish to be yet another victim in your promising career? I know the answer, so save your breath little girl. I also know that I can unleash a side of you that has yet to be seen."
She just sat there, staring at the knife on the table. Was she scared? Yes, but for one reason alone. She has yet to be stabbed. She has been beaten, battered, broken and bloody in both professional and personal aspects, but she had yet to be stabbed. He knew this...he knew a lot about her that she kept secret. His deadpanned look turned into one of compassion again. He knew what to do, when to do it and what to say. She knew this just in the few encounters they have had.
Stevenson: "I ask you once, and only once. Please do not challenge me a third time. I want to help you, not hurt you. We now share a common bond and one that has hurt both of our hearts severely. I would hate to wipe out your bloodline without someone else there to honor it. Please, I implore you to not be like your brother and listen to me. I took him to the top and now I can take you there as well."
She just leaned back in the chair. Should this be taken as a threat? Maybe. To her now? He was the one to save her from the bottom of a bottle like she had been in and out of for the better part of the last week. Taking a sigh, she just sat there thinking. He leaned back himself, folding his hands together and studying her intently. He knew she was waiting and wanting to either challenge him again or give in and accept fate. To be honest he was hoping for the latter becasue of the plans he had for her.
Dazi: "Fine. If I don't take a title in VOW or Carnage in the next six months? I fire your ass on the spot and kick it back to the hell you spawned in, deal?"
He just chuckled low, nodding his head.
Stevenson: "You will find I keep my word to my children. I will personally train you myself, you are top title material. Together we will show the world that the queen will have her throne."
There. They finally agreed on something.
-TBC-