Suki Mizushima

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"...And if I am not mistaken, ladies and gentlemen, her opponent tonight will be none other than her sister! Little sister from what I hear. But don't hold that against her folks, not yet! Five foot ten and 160 pounds, from the same Kobe, Japan ... MIZUSHIMA...SUKI!!"

Suki enters the ring to darkened lights and smoke machines churning out at capacity. She bounces in tune with her music, head at a tilt, tits just secure in her coat, and a grin ready for the crowd.

"And--wow, do you see that? WHAT? She's--she's dressed just like her sister! Holy shit, they're exactly the same!"

"Well, except Kaida's blonde, Sean."

"Oh, here they go--"

Kaida: "One hundred. And fifty. Hours. Little sister. I spent 150 hours on this costume, and I grew because of it. I'd say you'll see the difference that makes, but--hm! you don't learn. You never learn that you can't copy hard work. You can't. copy. hard work. You stupid child."

Suki: "Aw well!" She throws her arms straight up in the air. "I'll remember that. Next time I'm at the Mall instead of, ah, y'know, the gym.  The mat. The ring. Mhm. And you know, you should try to remember it too! It'll help ye feel all warm and like it wasn't all a waste. M-mm. Nope. When you see me on TV, living your AFW...fantasy. In this coat. Just 'member, you grew because of your hard. Work."

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ONE!

TWO!

Suki kicked out. Again.

“God damn you!” shouted Kaida.

Kaida unloaded on Suki’s face--kabam-kabam-kabam! Like the highly feminine young gorilla she was. Suki stiffed her with a left hook to the jaw, and Big Sis rolled off her chest. Suki and her sister scrambled to their feet. Kaida was shaking and bloody and charging before she'd even caught her balance. Suki jumped backwards, towards the turnbuckle. She landed on the bottom rope.

“Holy shit she's gonna jump! This rookie is gonna--”

Suki's legs wrapped around her sister’s neck.

Hurl the weight forward, just like a somersault!

“Sweet Jesus! Oh my God! Oh my God, a neckbreaker!”

The announcer would have been annoying if the crowd hadn’t drowned him out.

Kaida lay motionless on the mat while the crowd made a noise like the ocean during a storm.

Suki got to her feet and beamed at them.  Oh fine. Take a little bow. I suppose you earned it. Suki grinned as she bent her knee  and tipped her imaginary hat to her obliging audience.

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Suki hooked Kaida’s arm over the second rope.

Poor little babycakes. All her gaijin makeup had gotten soupy mixing with her sweat. She glistened like an eel--and smelled like one and writhed like one. Suki kneed the violinist square in the face, and she stopped wriggling.

Then it was time for the other arm. Kaida looked up. A sad clown's face. Aw. Poor dear. Wrong gimmick.

"150 hours..." she croaked.

Yeah, well, I spent 10,000 on the violin, and you're still the famous one.
Mom's precious prodigy.
Why do you want to be in the AFW anyway, you stupid girl?

Suki grabbed the top rope looked at the audience--mostly men in business ties and coats with a few women and children and empty chairs mixed among them. There wasn't an unruffled suit in the house.

Well, give them what they want, dear. Suki launched herself up to the top rope. She hung over her sister. Her sister looked ready to vomit. A tune ran through Suki’s mind.

Ave…Maria! A violin.

Suki’s whole body crashed onto her sister’s chest heel-first. Mom's favorite--her body crumpled like styrofoam and made a noise.Oh. No one but Suki heard it over the sturm and drang that erupted from the audience, that oh, that little breath. Suki smiled. She put her heel into the downed girls face. She ground it in. When she stepped away, she tracked her sister’s blood. That was...new.

And it wasn't about to get old.

And that's when she saw Mom in the crowd--the old woman in the tight black concert dress, more appropriate for a ballroom than this climate-controlled unit. She was not cheering, or clapping, even politely. Her eyes were all contempt.

You don't have the talent, Suki.

Suki smiled wider than she had all night and turned on one heel back to Kaida. She knelt down by the heaving body and started to strip off her sister's boot.  Kaida’s bare foot was pale and delicate under the stagelight’s glare.

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“What is she--oh no. Oh--OH NO. WHAT IS SHE DOING?!”

Suki was stripping Kaida. First boots, then coat, then panties. Every once in a while, she'd glance up to see Mommy Dearest.

Kaida: illumined onstage violin at her chin, an audience of several hundred silent. She begins to play.

Suki will not play. Mom told her she shouldn't. “You don't want people to laugh at you, Suki. Wait until you find something you're good at, then perform.”

Kaida had found things to be good at--like running and long jumping and hip hop dance and boxing and wrestling and gymnastics, but Mom didn't have money to waste on any of that outside of school, and she definitely didn't have time for the meets. She was a concert pianist: she had places to be.

But somehow, when Kaida decided she wanted to try out for the AFW, Mommy made it to the rookie tournament. The whole, 3-day tournament.

Kaida’s lips tasted iron from the blood, a taste only got stronger as Suki forced her tongue inside the nude girl’s mouth. Big sis--her body shivered in the shock of the cold air, and Suki saw goosebumps erupt on her shoulder under her soaked yellow hair.

Stop.

Mom jumped to her feet.

This isn't what the crowd wants, they'll hate this, they'll hate you--

Do you know the AFW crowd?

Suki’s fingers dove into her sister’s sex.

”Oh.” This time everyone in the room heard it. That oh. That little breath.

Mom charged down the stairs towards the ring.

Come hither, said Suki’s fingers, and virgin Kaida made a sound like a steam engine boiling over.

She won't forgive this, not this, no matter what you do--

Mr. Security tried to get in Mom’s way--and she dropped him with a punch. Suki felt herself start to tremble. A sob formed in her throat. She started to pump into Kaeda, to hump her leg, bit her ear, and then dove back into her sister’s gaping mouth.

Love me! Love me love me love me, you god damn whore!

Kaida took it all limply, heaving and whimpering, and by the time Mom got there, she was peaking over the edge. Mom wrenched Suki back just in time to hear her scream.

Mom lifted her up and slapped her down. Then she kicked her.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Ms. and Mrs. Security Grabbed her. They dragged her back, but mom got one last kick with her own heeled boot. Suki felt her nose fracture.

But it didn't matter. Mom was forced to stagger back. Suki rubbed her head, then kicked to her feet, and stalked away from Ms. and Mrs. and Mr. security and Mom and towards the center of the stage. And babe, she put a foot on Kaida’s limp breast.

The ref didn't miss a beat. Hell, he didn't even seem phazed.

Jesus. Is this the AFW?

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“...”

“THREE!!”

Suki forced a smile at mom, whose tight bun of black hair had become frazzled in her (continuing) struggle. The daughter wiped blood off her face.

“Come back any time mom--! I can't imagine anyone I'd rather have in my audience!”

Once mom was out of the ring, Suki picked up Kaida’s coat, and her boots, and her dainty skivvies.

“I'm keeping these,” she told her half-conscious sister.  “I need a spare for my gimmick."

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Ongoing matches: Suki makes her debut against the inimitable Matron of the Midnight Court, Vamp.

W/L: 0/0