Post by Maki on Apr 24, 2018 23:18:22 GMT -8
Melissa Aki was sitting on her couch, feeling the vibrations of Daniela wanting to be free. It was getting harder to control her, she thought as the end of Jessica Jones played on her T.V.. Her laptop on the coffee table pinged. A skype call from her sister, Hannah. She tapped and this stunningly beautiful young woman popped up.
“Hey Han. What's up?”
A brief pause. “I hear you won your match. You okay?”
“Hannah Aki feigning concern for me? Well I never!”
“Shut up you dumb bitch.” Hannah sighed. “You went through hell, carried out on a stretcher and now you have another match?”
“Han, I am healing fine it's all good.”
“Hmmm. Has your inner bitch been let loose now?”
The question irked her somewhat. She wasn't her bitch. She didn't choose to be possessed. It happened after her ex sexually and physically abused her for months.
“Fuck you Hannah. I didn't choose this but I am learning to control her. She won't come out against Nathaniel.”
“You're fighting a dude? Mel, like, does that not bring back those memories of what he did to you? She will come out. I know it.”
Melissa sighed this time. “I have fought guys since you know and won. I didn't freak out. Daniela didn’t come out. Don't worry but it is a number one contendership for the Californian Pure title”
Melissa smiled, showing her teeth, as Hannah rolled her eyes. “Well you do know what we expect, right? Aki’s are winners. You better win and then win that title.”
“Duh. Anyway, was that it your royal highness?”
“Win. Relax. Win again. It is what we do but remember I was the one that found you in that bathtub. I still think you need a shrink.”
Oddly Hannah’s voice started to sound more British as she got excited, nervous or sad.
“Done that. I don't need one. If anything I need an exorcist.”
“You're insane. Gotta go. Manuel wants to show me his muscles.”
“Laters Han and yuck.”
She pressed end, sat back and thought about him again. He had said she would never amount to anything without him. She was glad he was now seeing her from hell.
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Sitting by the pool in the backyard of her Malibu home, sizzling in a hot pink bikini, her long dark hair obscuring her chest, with her feet dangling in the water is Melissa Aki, or Maki for the casual fans.
She notices the camera pointing at her. “Like, dude, stop getting pervy video of my marginal arse.” She shakes her head sadly, then smiles, thinking about her victory at Puroresu II.
“Admit it. You didn't think I could do it, right? You thought ‘let's see how this upstart newcomer does in a fatal four way against the likes of Nox.’ Well how do you like them damn apples! You see you underestimated me didn't you? I love it when you think I am not capable of winning. It spurs me on. So lets recap: I almost won the gauntlet match on my debut. In my second match I defeated Nox and the others and beating someone like Nox is no small achievement. Now onto my third match and in a number one contenders match for the Pride championship. Not bad going for a newbie, eh?”
A smile. A knowing wink. A uncomfortable sensation. Her body felt uneasy, like a river before a storm, all calm on the surface but underneath it radiated anxiety.
“I get your distrust of me. With that I mean all the management, the wrestlers, fans and promoters. I am an enigma. The only thing you can guarantee is that I will come, kick someone's face in, steal hearts and minds, do whatever it takes to win. Some people like my unpredictable side, some people detest it but you know what you sycophants you can cheer or jeer me but in the end one simple rule applies: Maki turns up. Maki wins.
Is this conceit of epic proportions from someone who only just rocked up here? No. I am confident but we wouldn't be in this game if we weren't. I am not conceited but I know how good I am, I know how tough to put away I am and I doubt anyone else here has the high pain threshold I have. My taste for blood is unparalleled. It begs the question: Can you match or exceed my talents?”
She smiles again as her heartbeat quickens. Happy that she is being considered already for a title shot but isn't that what she always does?
“Now I mentioned earlier that at Wrestling Clinic I am in a California Pride number one contendership match but it's not just me. There are three different matches. So all I can do is beat what is in front of me and that is one Nathaniel Nolan.
Didn't I literally end you on the last show? Oh but Nate you don't even need to win to prove yourself, right? Is this what happens when you live on the wrong side of righteous indignation?
Nate you have everything to prove in this match and I have nothing to lose. You may say ‘you got lucky once bitch but I am going to vanquish you’ or some equally trite comeback at me.
I told you before, Nate, that you walk along that line, holding fast to it as if you were taking a sobriety test. Can you not see this is your greatest downfall? In history anyone that stood steadfast to the path they chose to be on failed immeasurably.
To be successful you need to cross that line if only briefly. Your naive notions are what make you stand out maybe but when it comes to it and there is a standoff with both of us giving it all will you try to keep going, keep trying to block my killer moves while I pull on your trunks and get the win.
The difference between winning and losing sometimes is just a moment of indecision, a mistake, an opening and you may complain about the bending of the rules but it is this one moment that makes me the future Pride champion and leaves you with another x on your loss column.
Do not get me wrong, Nate. You are a great athlete and very talented. You have a bright future but your present is about to hit the Maki right boot and when that happens the final chapter is written.
Again, you may think me a braggart but I couldn't care less. I am literally saying this for your own good. Once you learn this valuable lesson you could become a superstar but while you sit idly to your convictions you will always be an also ran. I got some tylenol as well for when you wake up from your bad dream. See in that ring I am all business but outside of it I am nothing but a lovely, caring, slightly insane chick."
She looks away, seeing something somewhere, feeling the familiar rumblings of Daniela deep within but she holds it at bay.
“Once I beat Nathaniel. There are some others like Nox, Thrill, Broseph, Hamilton and my bro Storm. I am excited at the future of the Pride championship. Any of these names could push me to my limit but in the end it will be futile as I will win but I look forward to facing whoever wins. Storm vs Nox vs Maki has a lovely ring to it don't you think? I must say there is one person on this list that riles me the wrong way but that person will soon know that is the last thing you want to do. They will know very soon why you do not push my buttons!”
She felt that familiar tingling sensation again. To the casual observer it was akin to her having an orgasm but she felt the opposite. She could only keep Daniela at bay for so long. This was her fight and not the Demoness’ but still that entity wanted to be freed. She just hoped the evil within her would not show up and hurt Nathaniel cause that was her job. Whatever happens she would make sure that the whole of California would remember the name Maki for the rest of their lives.
