frisco 0 Report post Posted January 29, 2006 {Okinawa Japan Fall 1991} Kumica quietly picked it up, and then stared intently as the dagger. Her eyes locked on the reflection of her face on the razor sharp, serrated blade. Her image moved close to the dark red bloody mess on the business edge of the knife. She dropped her young eyes to the dead body of the Japanese lawyer…lying at her feet. She focused on the deep gash running across his throat…the source of the torrent of blood that was streaming across the floor and towards her feet. Yakuza assassin I told you to stay in car! Kumica raised her eyes as she saw her father racing towards her. A look of surprise washed over her nine year old face as the man grabbed her by the arm and jerked her away from the dead body. Yakuza assassin We’ve got to go…now! The hit man dragged the stunned Kumica from the bloody scene and quickly escorted her outside, where his black Mercedes Benz waited patiently for their arrival. He frantically pulled open the back door, and then shoved Kumica into the back seat. In a moment he ripped open the drivers’ side door and started the car. It kicked in after a momentary sputter, and then sped off into the dark Tokyo night. Kumica remained silent in the back seat. A terrible fear choked at her throat as her mind played endless replays of her father butchering the lawyer in front of her eyes. As tears began to well in the young Asians beauties eyes her father fired a fleeting glance in her direction. Yakuza assassin You will say nothing of this…ever… Kumica remained silent in the back seat. Her eyes shifted away from her father, and towards the lights on the Tokyo streets. She locked her focus on them as they passed by in a consistent rate. They we’re on the highway now and the Mercedes was moving at a good rate of speed. The lights seemed to dart by quicker and quicker…as Kumica’s eyes continued to well up with tears, the blurry image of the lights appeared to blend into a steady, yellow line…a line that seemed to be taking the young girl from her innocent past, and leading her to an uncertain future. {Okinawa Winter 1992} Yakuza assassin Kumica!! The young Asian girl raced up the stairs and darted under her bed. A look of terror flashed across her face as she knew what her father wanted. She had seen him come home like this many times before. It was always for the same reason. She slammed her pretty Asian eyes shut as she heard the loud, staggering footsteps heading up the stairs. Once again Kumica’s father was drunk of Sake…once again he had returned from a wild night in the city…and once again he wanted sex. Kumicas' mother…Yumica…was working tonight. In her absence her father had already selected a replacement. A chill ran down Kumicas’ spine as she realized she was going to be raped…again…by her father. Seighi Okimura was a feared Yakuza hit man. He had risen fast in the group due to his wanton disregard for human life. He would kill anyone without batting an eye or suffering a moment of remorse. He was a truly vile human being; A cold blooded killer. He had married Yumica, a beautiful young Japanese Pro wrestler he had met at one of the events in the Egg Dome. They had been married for two years when Kumica was born. The young couple has quite a lot of money from their respective livelihoods, but Seighi proved very adapt at spending it as soon as it came in. Kumicas’ father partied the nights away in the city while tossing money around like a madman. He often paid upwards of $1000 yen on some of Tokyo’s most beautiful Geisha’s. Evidently tonight he was not satisfied with his latest foray into adultery…he wanted one more conjugal encounter before the evening was through. He wanted Kumica… Yakuza assassin Kumica! Where are you! The little girl’s eyes danced across the floor. She peered under the bed at the old, wooden door leading to the bedroom. She held her breathe as she narrowed her eyes. The heavy, staggering footsteps past by the door…then stopped. Kumica shifted her eyes slightly to her right…the head of a floor nail…sticking out slightly from the old Hardwood…was within her reach. She noticed the door opening as her drunken father entered the room. She quietly reached her hand over and grabbed onto the nail. Hopefully the drunken man would not be able to find her in the darkness… hopefully he would just go to bed and sleep it off… Kumica locked her tiny fingers around the slightly bent shaft of the nail. She pulled hard and it slowly began to lift from the floor. Kumica held her breath in a desperate effort to remain silent. She wasn’t quite sure what she would do with the nail…but if her father discovered her under the bed perhaps it would at least provide a deterrent to his advances. Kumica hated her father. He had raped her countless times. It was always the same. His mother would be killing herself to make a good living as a Pro wrestler in Tokyo. She wrestled on a nightly basis and taught young girls to wrestle in a small school in Nagasaki in the day. This unfortunately led to the young Kumica being raised by her father, who was perhaps the worst role model in all of Japan. While other girls we’re learning the refined social skills of the Japanese culture…Kumica was being taught how to kill. Seighi Okimura dreamed of the day his daughter would follow him into the Yakuza…a very rare accomplishment in male dominated Japan. Kumica shifted under the bed as she spotted the highly polished Italian leather shoes of her father stumbling towards the bed. With every step she could hear the creaking of the wooden floor boards. In a moment he was less than a foot away. The drunken Yakuza…leaning against the very bed Kumica was hiding under. Her brow furrowed with fear as she mumbled a mute prayer that Sieghi would fall asleep on the bed. She could wait until then…until he was asleep…until her mother came home… Yakuza assassin KUMICA!!! The little girl tightened her grip on the nail and slid it out from the wood. As the slid it behind her back she watched in terror as her father stuck his face under the bed. A furious scowl flashed across her face as he lunged his hand under and grabbed his daughters arm. He dragged her out and pulled her to her feet. SMACK!! Seighi drove his hand hard across Kumicas’ face. A trickle of blood dripped from her lip as Kumica instantly fell to the floor. The huge Yakuza grabbed the waifish girl and tossed her dismissively on the bed. A look of terror flashed across her face as he slowly edged menacingly closer to her. A wry grin flashed across his face as he reached down and unbuckled his belt…a familiar warning sign to the young Kumica. Yakuza assassin Your mother is not home…she’s working again! Kumica slowly inched towards the head of the bed; her young eyes frozen in terror as her father slid his pants down to his knees. Yakuza assassin Perhaps if she were home more often… Kumica locked her eyes on her father. She had heard this excuse many times in the past. Once again Seighi would rape his daughter…once again he would some how blame her mother for his actions…and once again he would promise her it was the last time. She had a nice stuffed toy coming in the morning… Seighi grabbed at Kumicas’ white school blouse and pulled it over her head. A stream of tears coarsens down her cheeks, slowly melting into the trickle of blood oozing from her lower lip. She gazed her tear-filled eyes into the cold, emotionless eyes of her father. He didn’t even notice. Yakuzi assassin Lie down! Seighi shoved Kumica to the bed. She grabbed her black and red shirt and savagely pulled it down to her knees as she pleaded with him to stop. He disregarded her cries and in a moment was crawling up her body like a spider on to a fly ensnarled in his web. Yakuzi assassin You will enjoy this… The booze laced smell of Seighi’s rancid breathe washed over Kumicas’ face. He leaned over her as he dropped his eyes to her breasts…which had not even begun to develop at this age. He crawled on top of her and reached down towards her… The things that Seighi had taught Kumica began to flash past her eyes… How not to complain… How to do as she was told… And his final lesson… How to kill without remorse… THUNK!!!! The terrified nine year old pulled the rusty floor board from behind her back and drove it fiercely upwards into Seighi’s jugular. A torrent of blood shot out as a look of amazement flashed over his face. The massive Yakuzi sprung to his feet and staggered back across the room. He frantically reached to pull the spike out; but as he did the flow of blood only increased further. Seighi fell back through the door, and then went tumbling down the stairs with a ferocious thud as his limp body him the bottom embankment. CRASH! Kumica waited on the bed for a long while. Her eyes focused on the trail of blood that ran from the bottom of the bed, across the floor, and ultimately down the stairs of the old house. She listened intently for some semblance of noise from her father; The silence was deafening. As she perked her ears for any sound at all she could hear the soft murmurings of the neighbors, who were undoubtedly awakened by the loud commotion from their room. After a while Young Kumica heard a car pulling up. As the car came to a stop she could recognize the door slamming…then the familiar jingling of keys. Kumica sprung from her bed and ran to the top of the stairs. Her eyes darted to the front door of the house... It slowly opened… She waited desperately for a reaction as her mother, Yumica, stepped through the threshold. The Asian beauty stopped dead in her tracks and glared at the lifeless body of her husband. A look of disbelief flashed across her face, as she darted her eyes up the stairs and to her daughter…who was covered in blood and holding a large, steel nail in her trembling hands… Candace jolted up in the bed as her scream pierced the silent night. The Asian beauty…trembling visibly as her eyes searched her surroundings…quickly turned her attention to the hollow imprint on the bed next to her. She paused to regain her composure as a set of rapid fire footsteps raced over the hallway carpet and into the bedroom. Candace quickly glanced up to find the Devil Matsumoto hurrying to her bedside. The Devil came to an abrupt stop as she instinctively recognized what had occurred. Matsumoto Want some tea? {10 minutes latter} Candace took a long sip of the soothing herbal tea. A late night infomercial was playing softly in the back ground as the Asian beauty directed her eyes to the screen of the 13 inch RCA TV set. Former fitness Guru Jack LaLaine was hard at work selling his patented juice maker as a group of studio members reacted with the expected highly impressed responses. Candace turned her attention to Matsumoto, who was gently rubbing her shoulders to help calm her nerves. Candace Sorry Tomoko…another nightmare… Matsumoto nodded quietly as she continued her back rub. Devil Your father? Candace nodded quietly as her mind wandered back to that night. A night that served to forever change her life. The police arrived shortly after her mother came home. Yumica took the blame for killing her husband, rather than turning her daughter over to the police. Candace’s mother was well aware of the fact Seighi was a terrible husband. She didn’t realize his actions included raping their daughter on a regular basis, but once she saw the situation she quickly realized what had been going on. Yumica would be sent off to Nahal where she would spend the rest of her life in prison for a murder she did not commit. Kumica would be sent to her Grandmothers house where she would spend the rest of her childhood. The events of that night would never again be revealed to anyone…with one notable exception…Matsumoto. Three years after Yumica was sent to Nahal, she send a young inmate…Tomoko Matsumoto…to live with Kumica and her Grandmother. As the months past into years and Kumica and Tomoko grew into the young Candace and Devil Matsumoto the secret eventually was told to the Devil. Outside of that it would never be revealed to anyone. Candace again took a sip of her tea. She turned her attention back to the Devil. Candace Why are you up? Matsumoto shrugged her shoulders as she glanced over at the infomercial. Matsumoto I watched some videos… Candace turned her attention to the infomercial as well. Candace Susan’s matches? The Devil nodded silently as she took a sip from her tea. Candace You can skip the end of the one in Canada… A slight grin stretched over Devils lips. Devil That my favorite part… Candace furrowed her brow as she flashed a pouty smile at Matsumoto. She remembered well how Susan Rigger pulled off her top and showcased her exposed breasts throughout the arena on that night. It was sandwiched between a pair of Angel slayers so the actual event was a blur…but she definitely knew Matsumoto would have the match on video. Devil Candace gone wild! Candace looked on in embellished dismay. She quickly released a nervous giggle, as Matsumoto is barely able to control her laugh. Candace You’re sick! Matsumoto nodded in agreement as she flicked off the infomercial. She slowly got off her chair and headed towards the door. Matsumoto I’m going to bed…it’s been a long day Candace nodded in agreement as she finished off her tea. Candace That sounds like a good idea… Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bruce Blank 0 Report post Posted January 29, 2006 ooooooooooooookay then that was just like this is the line of good taste and common sense ______________________ and that post was you racing over it in a humvee going 85 mph. Just my personal opinion but rape has no place in fantasy wrestling, a place to escape into an imaginary world and just relax and have fun and all. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
TheBostonStrangler 0 Report post Posted January 29, 2006 Then consider yourself lucky that you missed Outcast. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bruce Blank 0 Report post Posted January 29, 2006 *considers myself lucky* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hank Kingsley 0 Report post Posted January 30, 2006 Fuckin' weird. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Angel_Grace_Blue 0 Report post Posted January 30, 2006 Hey, remember when Edwin (And others) said that murders should be kept at a minimum in fantasy wrestling? I'm going to add child rape to that list. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
frisco 0 Report post Posted January 30, 2006 It's a little thing called character development. All the wrestlers in the SWF must have some story behind them. Just introducing a character as a heel or face and not offering anything other than that is pretty unsatisfying in my eyes anyway. I've always enjoyed writing the rps far more than the matches, so I figured i'd "rp for the sake of rping" as I mentioned in the topic description. Granted candace's background might be a bit dark, but thats my writing style. I find some of the most vivid characters come from the darkest of backgrounds. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bruce Blank 0 Report post Posted January 30, 2006 I understand character development, I get that - backstory is great, it can add so much to the game and I'm all for it (I'm working on a similar thing myself) I get that - but child molesting that I don't get and frankly I'm probably going to skip future Joshi Dragon posts because it's just not something I believe should that should be thrown around casually to "develop a character" totally my opinion and you don't have to listen (hardly anyone does ) I'm just saying that I will be passing on reading any further Dragon RP's Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
