Losing was difficult. Especially after talking trash, and hyping yourself up as being some world beater. Eating humble pie was never easy. This is how Kagura felt after losing on Meltdown 147. Tyrone Blades was a world beater. A man that had accomplished pretty much everything there was to do in the pro wrestling world. A competitor who continued to wrestle just because he enjoyed. Who was she compared to this man? Nothing. A nobody. At least, thats what she had thought. The moment the referees hand came crashing down, signaling the end of the bout, she wanted to run away. She wanted to grab the case and leave the ring as fast as she could. Humiliated. Crushed. And Defeated. All that talk. All that effort. Gone.
Who could possibly take her seriously now?
And then, something unexpected happened. Tyrone Blades approached her, and extended his hand. She looked at it, with a forlorn expression on her face. Surely, he didnt respect failure. A woman that had promised to beat him no matter the consequences to her own body. She had steeled herself; preparing to enter Hells backyard. A playground that Blades had constructed through grit, determination, and blood. Lots of blood. She had convinced herself that the only way forward, was through him. So why?
Why
?
Why was he presenting his hand to her? And why was he
smiling. It looked genuine too. Did he really respect her? She couldnt beat Batti. Then she lost to Blades. By right she had no business even sharing a right with him. Hesitantly, she reached out and returned the gesture. Her body tensed up, as she squeezed his hand, as if waiting for an attack. She was expecting him to retaliate. To nail her with the Click-Clack and then throw her out of the ring like garbage. Nothing happened. She stood there in disbelief, mouth open wide, as the referee handed her the briefcase. She rolled out of the ring, robotically making her way up the ramp. She looked down at her hand in shock. Clenching her fist, she let it fall to her side weakly.
Kagura stood on the balcony of her hotel, overlooking one of Honolulus most extraordinary beaches. The sun had already set. The water reflected the light of the moon, cradling the dancing lights off the horizon in a soft white hue. She stood and watched as the waves rose and crashed in a rhythmic pattern. She was nursing a beer in her hand, as the bottle hung lazily over the railing. The tepid air whipped her long black hair around ever so slightly. She was so spaced out that she barely noticed as the door behind her opened and closed. A man walked out onto the balcony to join her. It was Derrick. She heard an audible crack as he opened a beer of his own. She absentmindedly glanced down as the bottle cap fell to the pavement, its surface glinting off the light from a street lamp below.
You looked amazing out there Kagura, he said as he took a sip of his beer.
You should be proud of yourself.
She stared forward, as silence overtook them. Derrick took a sip of his beer. He could feel the gloom in the air. She wasnt happy.
Youre right. I should be proud. But Im not. I wanted to win. More than anything else, to keep up my appearance as the Queen-For-A-Day. The other champions are supposed to fear me. But I suppose that they just see me as one huge joke.
Kagura cocked an eyebrow as her boyfriend began laughing next to her.
If you believe all that, then maybe you are a joke. Be serious, Kagura. Tyrone Blades respects you. He wouldnt have offered his hand if he didnt. Youve been super anxious lately, and its not like you at all. Are you really THAT worried about cashing in? Because I believe thats all youve been thinking about. Am I wrong?
She could hear the echoes of his bottle clanking off the railing. She gazed forward in silence, seemingly giving him an obvious answer. She sighed.
Maybe. I dont know. Probably. Alright, yes! Yes. The thought of failing my cash-in has been eating at me for a while now. What I have is an amazing opportunity in front of me that not many people get. So many people have been trying to predict when I am going to be cashing in that its gotten annoying. Even worse are the people that have been trying to convince when to cash in. And the worst part about that is that I am beginning to TRUST them. Cash in at the Lethal Lottery. No! You should wait until Kingdom Come. Everyone wants to main event the biggest show of the year. For the past six months I have watched the landscape of WZCW change. Champions have come and gone. New contenders have emerged. Its a completely different world. And in that whole time, until tonight, I had only lost once. Just once. To Batti. And I was convinced that she would be my rival. But now, I am not sure. She has a number one contenders match against Eve Taylor of all people. And for the first time since the Anniversary Show, Im scared. Im scared of losing my spot. I once said that I didnt care about being the first womens world champion in WZCW, and that wasnt a lie. But that was because I was winning. I was ahead. And the thought of either Eve or Batti reaching that goal before me turns my stomach. I want that honor. I have been here the longest. I have worked harder. Ive had to fight for a whole lot less. Im afraid that if I wait too long, Ill be passed up by my peers, and I dont want to be left behind.
Derrick turned to look his girlfriend in the eyes. Her onyx orbs betraying her true emotions. She had been with her for years now. And in that time, he had seen different sides to her personality. But one thing about her had always remained the same. Since the day he had met her. He shrugged.
You dont like to lose. I get that. Youve always been a competitor, Kagura. Thats what I like about you. Most people dont always see it when they first meet you, because you have kind eyes. And because of that, you naturally fade into the background. Nobody in WZCW really sees you as a threat, because you dont tend to draw attention to yourself. But doesnt that give you the advantage in this game youre playing? Youre an enigma. Its impossible for people that dont know you that well to be able to tell where your priorities lie, and what youre really thinking. And because of the language and cultural barriers, that prevents anyone from really getting close. I think Batti Otaku is the one person thats figured you out. You two have traded fists many times now. Maybe Tyrone Blades reached that same conclusion. I mean, isnt that what you wanted? I think you proved to him that you ARE the future of WZCW. I saw no deception in his eyes when he shook your hand. You earned his respect.
Kagura took a moment to ponder Derricks words. Then she took another sip of her beer. The liquid scalding the back of her throat, as she stared out towards the sea. Try as she might to disagree, the man had a point. Perhaps she had been going about this Queen-For-A-Day business all wrong. On one hand, she didnt want to be ignored. But on the other, she really appreciated the element of surprise the briefcase had afforded her. Wasnt that the entire point? It was laughable how hard she had been trying to draw attention to herself these past few months. Announce publicly her desire to target the world champion. Swear to the kami that Batti was going to become her rival to the point where she created a self-fulling prophecy and lost. Declare Tyrone Blades an obstacle. Swear to defeat him no matter the cost, and make an example out of him. Swear to everyone that could be bothered to listen that she was the one destined to stand at the top of the mountain. And now she was swearing again not to be left behind. Another self-fulling prophecy. Having listened to everyone else around her about what she should and should not do with her title contract had caused her to become paranoid. She was beginning to realize that now. She turned and looked at Derrick, meeting his gaze.
Youre right.
For the first time in weeks, since Unscripted, everything just seemed so clear. The one thing that she appreciated about Derrick was that he could always read her feelings even when she kept to herself, and did not tell him anything. She really loved him for being able to do that.
Maybe I was self-sabotaging myself. The hardest thing about being Queen-For-A-Day is the waiting game. Picking my battles has not been easy. One thing that Im afraid of is waiting too long to make my move. I dont want to force myself into a corner by playing this safe. That would set me up for failure. I dont think I could live with that kind of regret. Besides, waiting on others first really hasnt been my style to begin with.
Derrick finished the rest of his beer, and absentmindedly began to twirl the empty bottle in his hand.
No, it has not. Youre compulsive. And you also have a bad habit of beating yourself up whenever things dont go your way.
Kagura rolled her eyes,
Thanks, babe. You really know how to comfort a woman when shes down.
Im being serious, he deadpanned.
Thats just the way that are. And I love you, and I wouldnt ask you to change any of that. For me, or for the sake of anything else. Listen to your heart, Kagura. Dont let anyone or anything influence you. This is YOUR choice. You hold the cards now.
She smiled, and then she laughed. She leaned over and gave Derrick a kiss. For several seconds they remained locked in each others embrace. Kagura detached her lips from his and rested her head on his chest.
Thank you. Really. I mean it. Youre always there to redirect me to the right path, whenever I start to lose my way.
He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
Thats because I love you. And I never want you to feel like youre alone.
Kagura took what was left in her bottle and poured it over the railing.
Yeah
The couple sat in silence, staring out into the world in front of them. These were precious moments. Times where they really could just enjoy one anothers company in peace.
Are you worried? Were leaving soon, Derrick asked.
Kagura shook her head,
No. Ive been homesick for a while now.
---
It was the first time since Kingdom VI that WZCW had done a show in Japan. The last time Kagura had visited, it was under the veil of secrecy. No one in the wrestling media had known. And at that time, she had been under quite a bit of stress. This time things were different. She was in a good place in her career. She felt confident. Accomplished. And distinguished. Three years ago, she was still a rookie. There was no press. She had to call her own cab, and pay for her own hotel. She wasnt given any special treatment. As soon as she stepped into the lobby of the airport, her eyes went as wide as dinner plates. There were dozens of press figures from the sports media waiting on her. They immediately swarmed her. She had been so shocked that he had nearly dropped her briefcase.
Derrick held out his hand and shouted, helping his girlfriend navigate the through the chaos, as journalists and analysts shoved microphones in her face. Cameras flashed. Kagura was not expecting this kind of treatment. As Derrick disappeared to grab their bags, a man approached her introducing himself as a senior press agent for Tokyo Sports. She had agreed to do an autograph session with them a few weeks back, but they wanted to do an impromptu interview too. It hadnt been on her schedule. And she was honestly a bit upset, hoping to have some private time with Derrick before they left for Ise, Mie to see her grandfather. They promised her first-class travel, and to pay for her hotel. Kagura smiled, as her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Gleefully she shook the mans hand.
As she left the airport, she was nearly swamped by a mob of people. Dozens of her fans had come, hoping to get a glimpse of her before she left. Kagura was gob-smacked. She had a following of fans in the States, but she had never been mobbed before. Ever. This was a first. She smiled as so many people approached her wishing her well and cheering her on. She managed to sign about three autographs before she as suddenly pushed forward by a press agent. A man appeared on her left and began asking her questions about the trip, and her plans for the evening. A woman appeared to her right and began asking questions about her plans for Lethal Lottery. Kagura took a deep breath. This was too much.
The senior director led them to the parking lot. Kagura raised an eyebrow as a long, black limo pulled in front of her. Derrick whistled; obviously impressed. She shook her head. The driver got out, and loaded their bags. As they drove, Derrick told the driver to drop him off at the Tokyo Literary Museum. Kagura pouted.
Im meeting a client. Might as well try to line up some more work while Im here, he explained.
Ill call a cab and meet up with you later for dinner. Alright, babe?
She sighed. It couldnt be helped. She shot the senior agent a pleading glare, and he gestured to the driver. The limo stopped and let Derrick off. He and Kagura shared a kiss before he left. Kagura leaned back in her seat, as the driver continued onwards towards their destination. The autograph session would be taking place at Animate in the Ikebukuro district, the largest anime store in the country. Her appearance had been advertised for weeks.
The driver pulled up to the huge multi-story building, and got out to get the door for her. The first thing she noticed was a mass of fans in the front of the building, crowding around a man seated on a bench. Which seemed strange. He looked annoyed, but conversed with several of them nonetheless. Kagura watched him scratch a few pieces of paper with a pen a teenaged boy had given him. She got out and titled her head as the man spoke. She recognized that voice.
It couldnt be
But it was! The man was her tag team partner for her next match. And the man that had just defeated her. The indomitable Tyrone Blades. Kami help her
The WZCW hall of famer stood, and flicked his cigarette to the ground and approached her. He looked just as surprised to see her. The two conversed for a bit. Kagura really wasnt in the mood to see Batti, but Blades assured her that the girl held no grudge towards her. He even complimented her submission game, causing her to blush. Maybe Derrick had been right. Maybe Tyrone Blades really did respect her. That was enough to put her mind at ease. They had even compared briefcases. Kaguras eyes had nearly bugged out of her sockets seeing all the money that he had. She brushed it off though; it wasnt any of her business. The man was full of surprises. He even spoke a bit of Japanese. The partners promised to meet up later to discuss strategy. As she left, she cracked a joke about his Pachinko machine, causing the man quite a bit of embarrassment. She laughed. She had never seen this side of Blades before. Her preconceived notions about his façade melted away right there.
---
Kagura really enjoyed signing autographs and conversing with her countrymen. She had missed being in Japan more than she realized. America was a nice place. Really; it was. It lived up to its reputation as being one of the nicest places to live. The people there, for the most part, really were tolerant and accepting of others. Particularly, American wrestling fans. Her sizeable fanbase there was a testament to this. But even as she assimilated into the western culture, there were certain concepts that she struggled to wrap her head around. Individually. Formalities. And Respect. Japanese customs were so different, that it was difficult for her to feel 100% comfortable. Her mind flashed back to that conversation that she had with Derrick. The concept of trust was something that she had been a struggling with. Not that she didnt trust people. Quite the opposite. In Japan, trust was mutual. It was shameful to try and manipulate people for individual gain. But in America, that happened all the time. Derrick had warned her about politics. And politics wasnt something that she was good at. The Japanese on the other hand, frowned upon politics. Politicians almost always had a low approval rate, and they immediately resigned whenever they fucked something up. Pro wrestling in the West was a dog eat dog world, and Kagura wondered everyday if she was going to survive to see another. Unconsciously, her hand went to rest on top of her briefcase. The contract that rested inside that steel prison was the only sort of security blanket that she had.
Once the signing came to an end, Kagura phoned Derrick to meet up with her for dinner. Batti and Tyrone had since disappeared, but Kagura had a feeling that their paths would probably cross again before the match. Their opponents for that evening were going to be Wren and a man named Vega. Wren was a girl that Kagura knew very well. They had fought numerous times, with Kagura usually coming out on top. She wondered how Wren was doing as a fellow countryman. Had the media rolled out the red carpet for her? Was she doing autograph sessions and interviews? Were her fans lining up in droves to see her? Wren had been an accomplished wrestler before coming to WZCW. Kagura was given a tryout thanks to the people that she knew. Sasukes personal friendship with Jack Cohen, who was an influential figure on the talent relationship division, had likely played a huge role. If Kagura had made more of name for herself on the Japanese circuit, a match between her and Wren would have likely been a dream occurrence for some. And it might still be. No doubt the crowd was going to be split. Tyrone Blades appeared to have quite the following here too.
The odd man out, was Vega. Kagura admittedly knew very little about him. Only that he was a former Mayhem champion. Though, she had overheard some things. She had overheard Ace Stevens reminiscing backstage to a sound technician about their glory days when they were feuding. And then she
thought she had heard Matt Tastic joke to one of the catering guys about how Vega had beat up an alien and stuffed him into a flying saucer. And she was
pretty sure she had heard Titus complain to Chuck Myles that Vega had killed a man, and that WZCW shouldnt allow a murderer back into the fed. She wasnt sure how credible any of these claims were. The other wrestlers often loved to exaggerate. Shed have to see how good he was when they faced each other.
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The evening after her interview, Kagura and Derrick boarded a train from Tokyo to Nagoya. And from there, they caught a train to her home in Ise. Her grandfather was already waiting. Kagura stepped out the cab, as Derrick grabbed their bags. She walked up to top of the steps and hugged the old man as hard as she could. Derrick shook the old mans hand as the three of them settled down. Stories over dinner followed. Tales were exchanged; mostly at Kaguras expense. Exhausted; she retired early. The next morning, she decided to visit Ise-Jingu. Derrick declined to go with her this time, claiming that he had something important to attend to. He had been surprisingly secretive. She hadnt been to the shrine in years. It was where the goddess Amaterasu was enshrined. Kagura herself had worked briefly at the Geku outer shrine; dedicated to goddess Toyouke-Omikami. Thats where most of the tourists gathered, since entrance into the sanctuary of the inner shrine was forbidden.
Sitting on the cypress wooden steps of the Naiku inner shrine, away from most of the people, Kagura stared out into the beautiful scenery in front of her. Even though it was winter in Japan, Ise-Jinju was still surrounded by vast trees of green. She could hear the birds. She could feel the wind whishing, as it tugged at her hair. She was in perfect synch with the energy here. Kagura smiled. She felt so nostalgic. Being in her little hometown. Visiting the places that she used to work. Her old school. The district that her father used to take her to shop for candy. The festival grounds. The harbor.
It wasnt easy having to leave this place. She mused to herself.
In the end it was my own curiosity and my competitive nature that drove me away. But this place never changes. And I know that theres always going to be a home for me here. Not many people have that luxury. And for that reason, I am blessed.
The air was a bit chilly, causing Kagura to tug at her coat.
After leaving here, and living in America, and seeing a completely different world outside of this one, I cant help but reexamine my life. And what it means to be blessed. My family didnt have much money, and I went to public school. But many people expected me to become a shrine maiden like my mother, or a priest like my father. I had my future already planned. I got good grades in school, because I never liked losing. I was great at sports, even though I was shy, and not very outgoing. I became a wrestler because I needed the money. I couldnt afford to go to a good college. Derricks right. My competitive nature made me who I am today. And now that Im a veteran, Ive encountered many wrestlers that have the same drive, the same hunger, and the same ambition that I do. I wake up in the morning, and Im competing. I train; Im competing. I travel; Im competing. I sign an autograph; Im competing. I give an interview; Im competing. Thats all wrestling is; a never-ending competition. A fight to the top of the mountain, and a struggle to keep yourself there. Both in the ring, and out.
Kagura leaned back on the step and gazed down at her briefcase at her feet. The polished metal surface shone in the radiant morning sunlight.
Ive given the contract inside of that case a lot of thought these past few months. At first, I had no idea when I wanted to cash in or even what championship I wanted to chase. The Elite Openweight and Mayhem title scenes have constantly changed, and Titus seems to have the Eurasian title locked down tight. I thought about challenging him. Righting the wrong from Apocalypse. But, I realized that Im over that. My competitive spirit just wouldnt allow it. What I wanted, was to go all the way to the top. Many have called me foolish that I didnt cash in on Justin Cooper sooner. At Meltdown 144, I beat him. I choked him out in the center of the ring. Do I regret not taking my change then? No. Because I knew that in my heart, it wasnt my place to beat him. Thats the part of Western culture that I do not understand. I have the feeling that most people in my situation would have cashed in much sooner. And every time I tried, my pride anyways stopped me. I want to win the title, but at the same time, I must be sure I can bear the weight of the consequences. So, I waited. And watched. Finally, one man emerged. One man that showed me he was destined to defeat Justin Cooper. And that man was Constantine.
Kagura thoughts trailed off, as she felt the cold wind whip through the stained wooden deck. The trees slowly swayed back and forth in the breeze. Her eyes began to wander as she continued to take in the scenery.
The way I looked at it, I did Constantine a favor. I let him have his moment of glory. Hes already made it public that he doesnt intend to stick around past Kingdom Come, so this is likely to be his final world title run. As the days pass, I feel envious. I feel jealous. I want his spot. I want it because I know that Im going to be around much longer than that. Constantine has made his dreams public too; he wants to headline Kingdom Come. Dont we all? Realistically, I could too. Many people have pegged me cashing in at Kingdom Come. Justin Cooper himself predicted this. And while the idea of headlining the biggest show of the year is tempting, that places me at a massive disadvantage. Id be fighting Constantine, and the Lethal Lottery winner as well. The odds would not be in my favor. Id lose the element of surprise. That sounds like a fools gamble to me.
Kagura stood and grabbed the case. She walked forward, and stopped. Taking a deep breath as she slowly turned around. The golden ornaments embedded in the rafters of the shrine shone like the sun. Slowly, she began to exhale. Her nose twitched in the cold.
I wonder if Constantine remembers what happened at Lethal Lottery last year. Because I havent forgotten.
Austin Reynolds comes through the curtain at pace before running down the ramp and heading towards the ring. The fans barely have any time to give him any reaction at all, such is his lust to get into the ring and do his business. The dishevelled former Rating's Winner shoots under the bottom rope and gets straight into the action, nailing Eve Taylor with a running knee as he flies past her.
Copeland: WOW! Austin Reynolds is in this match, folks. He looks totally fired up and that now brings the umber of Vis Imperium members to 2!
Cohen: And if you count the alliance that has, seemingly, formed between Constantine and LeBelle, you might even say that it is 3.
Reynolds heads straight over to where Constantine and LeBelle are doing battle with Kagura Joheki in the corner of the ring. Kagura is already in some trouble as she tries to stave off the attack from the duo but she is struggling. Constantine grabs her legs and tries to eliminate her from the match as Xander LeBelle tries to force her head over the ropes. With the inclusion of Austin Reynolds to that mix, Kagura has no chance. Constantine and LeBelle hold Kagura as Reynolds flies into the action, knocking Kagura over the ropes at pace and sending her to the mats below. She gets to her feet and allows a look of disappointment and anger cross her features as she slaps the mats in frustration.
Harrys: Kagura Joheki has been eliminated!
The original Vis Imperium eliminated me. They ganged up on me, and threw me out like trash. And Im sure thats exactly what I was to him. Just another piece of filth that had to be disposed. The fact that he was betrayed and ousted by his comrades was a cruel thing. And at Unscripted, vengeance was his. What I have asked myself is, where is my vengeance? I want to make something clear. When I cash in, it wont be in the name of vengeance. Constantine has placed himself in my path. This is fate. When I do defeat him, and I hold that world title above my head, that will be justice. I couldnt have asked for a more perfect scenario than this. Constantine shifted the balance of power in his favor, but now its in mine. Ive made up my mind. Im tired of waiting! I have trusted the advice of others, and its starting to drive me crazy!
She nodded, content with herself. What she had realized was that it was okay to be selfish. Because that was the true nature of being Queen-For-A-Day. And she could live with that. Because otherwise she had to forfeit the contract. And that would be something that shed live to regret.
Now is the time to cash in. Im sure of it! Im going to do this in front of my countrymen. In my homeland. I dont have anything against Constantine. Really. Hes a good man. But its not his time anymore. Im ready. May Amaterasus blessing be upon me again.
Kagura marched forward and placed the briefcase on the ground. She opened it, and left it empty on the steps of the shrine.