Interesting Title

Another rainy day today. Everydays been feeling that way lately. Days are faster, nights are longer. Everyone blurs into the next. She’s at her best friends grave, her lovers. She hasn’t felt his touch in a year now, but it feels like an eternity since their last conversation. She still remembers the words, his little mannerisms and movements. God how she yearned to just see his smile or hear his laugh one more fucking time. But she came to the reality that she couldn’t. She’d never be able to again. And despite however many universes he was still alive, or whatever time traveling gizmo she could use, she knew it’d never be her Sang-Hyun.

She placed a bouquet on his grave, not even minding the rain getting her a little wet as she reached out from the haven of the umbrella. Her grip on it’s tiny handle was waning as all the memories good and bad grew. The letter he wrote her before swallowing the pills. As she remembered the painful memories and finding out as the world did… the wind grew stronger and the world began to get darker. Even with her eyes wide open everything was pitch black.

This feeling wasn’t new since the attempted murder, but it’s only grown week by week. She begins to cough a little bit, coughing up some black gunk on the ground. Soon after she sees it again. That damned phantom laughing at her, standing behind his grave.

”(Shut up! Quit laughing!)”

The more she pleads the more it continues. Thoughts race through her head as she drops the umbrella, her hands and arms twitch, not being able to lift them or close her hands. The rain hits her as the phantom continues to laugh more and more. Did she make the right choice? Will he ever forgive her? What if he doesn’t? But she needs strength… she has to get stronger right?

Too much is going on as she loses her senses. Knees weak, arms heavy. None of moms spaghetti. Yuki breaths in and out, trying to calm down. Trying to compose herself. After some time it works and that phantom is gone as well. It still hurts too much to come here, but she forces it. She has to. Has to see him before she sets off to unmarked territory. She picks up the umbrella and brushes herself off before closing her eyes and whispering a prayer. Shortly afterwards she leaves the grave as we pan up to the bleak gray sky, with the angles crying from above.

The gray soon turns to a bright white light. She’s back home in the safety of her room aboard this branch of the ICP’s fleet. Even then she’s not sure if she’s safe here anymore. Ever since then she felt sharp pains throughout. The black stuff she keeps spitting out though, she still had no idea what it was. And she was afraid of even bringing it up to her superiors. There’s no telling what would happen. But she couldn’t focus on that right now. Right now she’d just gotten word her application to Wrestleworld was accepted and she’d even gotten a match. The news brought her much needed joy.

”(Wrestleworld… a place i’ve heard rumblings about for a little while now. A place Maverick will never shut the hell up about. Probably because he gets paid with cash instead of hot dogs and handshakes here. God knows the last time i was paid actual money for a show. Not that money is all it’s about, but one does need it for food and such things you need to survive.)”

“(But that’s how this cruel world works. Money makes the world go round. The rich feast on the poor. The poor starve and go without, left out in the rotting heap to die. But this is Wrestleworld! The great place i’ve heard all about. Honestly, i’m excited at the prospect of new opponents. For the past year or so i’ve fought the same small group over and over and over again. We all know one another well. But now?)”

“(Now i’m facing people i’ve never even heard of before. One of those people is… no wait… what does this say?)” she says as she rereads the name on a screen off camera.

”(Noss? Nas? Yeah Nas… from what i’ve read Nas, looks like you’re just some guy past his prime. Looking to try and grasp whatever sliver of fame you once had. Honestly people like you make me sick. You take spots that younger talents could use. That people who’ll be here in years time could use. You should’ve just retired. You should’ve just left.)”

“(But then we have Jensen Lane, another opponent. Honestly looking her up i couldn’t find too much information on her. For better or worse, but i do know for a fact i can handle her. I’ve got the overall experience and expertise. I’m fast and i’m strong. I even have a level 100 Charizard! There’s nothing that can stop me, especially some random nerd turned pro wrestler! There’s at least one other like that here, so Jensen you’re not even special, much less worth my time!)”

“(And finally we have Cynthia Rose. A lady who i’ve seen briefly. But a unique opponent in her own right. She doesn’t strike from what i’ve seen. Which could be a brilliant strategy or what’s going to get you on your back for the one, two, three. Honestly, this is a pretty even playing field. At least it would be without me in it.)”

“(But what they may fail to realize is i’m a trained fighter of the ICP. i’m a multiple time tag team champion, a shooting star and world champion in destiny wrestling. The cream of the crop. The pinnacle of perfection. I’ve slaid monsters and defeated giants. And in my debut match, i show the world how great i am.)”