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Unscripted: Ramparte vs. Kagura Joheki
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"Fall Seven Times, Stand Up Eight." ~Japanese Proverb
"It's the end...but the moment has been prepared for."
Ramparte scratched his thoughts into a small black journal. He stared down at the ten words and they gazed right back at him. This was it. He could feel the weight of a thousand heavens lift from his shoulders. All thanks to a pen and a place to spill the ink.
But even in this moment of personal peace, he fidgeted in his chair. The butt of the pen clicked against his teeth. It was not often that the bookworm suffered from Writer's Block, but it was surely upon him now. He twirled the pen between his fingers. "It's the end...but the moment has been prepared for." It was the night before Unscripted. The blood feud between himself and Kagura was coming to its natural conclusion. Books burned. Voices were stolen. WZCW had not seen a display as supernatural as their own in years.
From downstairs, he could hear Batti Otaku singing some pop song he didn't know. She was probably mopping the floors, belting out a power ballad to the handle. The blonde was off-key.
The hesitation faded away. He smiled and continued writing.
"I write this disquisition not to Kagura, or even Miss Otaku. Not to anyone in particular except maybe to myself, for reflection at a later date. For now I feel a sense of humility I have not experienced before. At the loss of speech, I discovered something about myself. I am a dramatic sort. Theatrical. I wax poetic and I can't help my long-windedness. Even now as a mute I etch these words in hopes that they appear more beautiful than what they truly are.
That has been my problem since my debut in WZCW. All I ever wanted was to find the right words. The beautiful ones that escape greater men. I quoted Milton, Shakespeare, Donne...I communicated with devils and found myself losing at last year's Kingdom Come because I could not be silent. In a way, I believe Kagura helped me more than she harmed me. Because of her strange mysticism I have learned to conquer not with my voice, but with my actions. So in an ironic way, I want to thank her for that lesson."
Within the kitchen he could overhear Batti dancing around, probably dirtying up the floors that she had just cleaned. He grinned in spite of himself before turning back to his journal.
"But I will not confuse acknowledgement with appreciation. She will suffer. Her Shinto gods will not be able to alleviate the pain I will deal. Kagura can call upon a tempest of souls- a hurricane unseen by modern Man. I will brave her storms. For there is something I have now that she has yet to earn."
The Recluse dotted in the period and looked up at his surroundings. His eyes narrowed in determination. This would not be his last treatise. But it would definitely be close to the end. The denouement. All loose ends must find themselves tied up for the story to come to its resolution. Whether or not it was via Casket or Kagura's Dungeon Match, or even a Library Brawl it must all come to a head. Ramparte bit his lip and tried to listen in on Batti Otaku as he stared down at his writings. She grew quiet. He grimaced.
"The admiration of a nation."
Were these the right words? He was full of uncertainty. It felt wrong, for who could ever admire The Catalyst, The Recluse who had been nothing but a nuisance to the WZCW Universe? But that was cheering he heard, wasn't it? A small yet vocal bunch had did what he never thought possible. Hail a villain- a scoundrel. The Second Head of Cerberus, the center of all the drama, the problematic one, the crazed Hound of Hell. But cheer they did. They didn't forget his misdeeds, but they certainly set them aside to encourage Ramparte whom was struck down by a witch, a geisha of unholy power. He knew it was wrong to call it rape, but Kagura did take what was his and his alone. He could not speak. He could not tell the Japanese Superstar how he felt or even Otaku how happy her quirks made him.
His eyebrows furrowed. He wanted nothing more than to kill Kagura Joheki at that moment.
"̶T̶h̶e̶ ̶a̶d̶m̶i̶r̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶a̶ ̶n̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶.̶"̶
"Acceptance."
"For I know how they feel at this very instance. They want only one thing, and if she listened very closely they chant it over and over and over again..."
Ramparte closed his eyes, letting the rhythm of the WZCW flow through him. Oh yes, they wanted this to end the only way it was ever truly meant to end. Kagura didn't realize this, or at least from his perspective she could never know. He had tapped into something he never felt a presence for until that night. Acceptance from the crowd...that feeling he longed for for years now. In that room, it was his and he knew what they'd vote for.
Casket Match.
Dungeon Match.
Library Brawl.
To the common man, these were choices. To a dedicated fan, these were mere illusions. There was only one real decision to be made for this story to reach its climax.
Ramparte stood up and pushed the chair away. He sat the pen down and picked up the notebook, the black journal. He tore a page out. The bookworm then closed the book, went to a nearby shelf, and placed the tome next to a row of other black books. Ramparte moved away, and slowly realization set in.
There wasn't just a row of books. There was a shelf...a case of books...an aisle...aisles...and Ramparte walked through archway after archway revealing his exact location.
A library. An apocrypha of numerous circulation. A never ending cycle of paper and ink.
In his heart, he knew this would be the final destination. Ramparte vs. Kagura. Their own personal Armageddon.
Unscripted '16. The first ever Library Brawl. It had to happen. The fans must take to the stipulation. Everything was riding on it.
This was the only place Ramparte stood a chance in.
A library. An apocrypha of numerous circulation. A never ending cycle of paper and ink.
In his heart, he knew this would be the final destination. Ramparte vs. Kagura. Their own personal Armageddon.
Unscripted '16. The first ever Library Brawl. It had to happen. The fans must take to the stipulation. Everything was riding on it.
This was the only place Ramparte stood a chance in.
He leaned against the balcony, his hands gripping the banister tightly. Could he possibly?...no. He couldn't say her name.
But he knew he could call for her.
He opened his mouth and tried saying "Batti Otaku!". Nothing. He made a guttural sound. Inaudible. Ramparte pushed himself- he had to. There was no way Kagura could take everything he held dear. He would fight back. He would raise a sword in opposition. Everything was taken away from him. His tag team title, his team, Morley, Eve Taylor, but not Otaku. For her he would soldier on.
It wasn't love. Was it? Maybe not in the romantic or sexual sense, but something was there. An unbroken, unrequited type of love perhaps. And it festered within him and goddammit he would see it through even if it was the death of Godfrey Ramparte.
The Recluse found his voice. A primitive, unintelligible voice, but a voice nonetheless.
Ramparte: "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Something broke in the kitchen. He could hear her running towards him, leaving whatever shattered alone. Her bouncy curls gave her position away.
Batti Otaku looked up at him with nothing but question marks floating above her head.
Batti: "Did...did you just say something?" :O
Batti: "Like srs, I head you go all neanderthal and it was cute."
Ramparte rolled his eyes, but the look on his face gave him away. He did speak, or at least it was something she could respond to. He stiffened up and went back to the desk with the lone piece of paper and pen sitting idly. Arrogance befell him, but he would not let Kagura get to him now. He knew what was left to lose against her.
Ramparte wrote Batti a quick question.
He held it up for her to see. It surprised her, as he knew it would. But now was the time to know, for it could possibly be the end for him. Whether or not he won at Unscripted, a lot was on the line and it was a better time than any to ask her.
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Bernkastel
Reaper of Miracles
A heavy rain fell that evening. The air was hot and humid. The rain cooled the grass and asphalt as a heavy mist rose into the air. And in that instant everything froze. The phantom made itself known; the kami of this land transforming all the evil having been relinquished from the earth after the rain now manifested in a fog blinding those that wandered inside.
Cold
Debilitating cold
From the mist a figure appeared. Her eyes glowed like fire. In her left hand she carried the book of curses. At her command are demons most foul. Evil was everywhere this night, summoned forth by the fury of Mother Nature.
So begins our final battle, Ramparte. Can you feel that chill in the air?
She breathed in the mist and then exhaled, the icy tone in the air making her breath visible.
Thats me breathing down your back. Despite all your efforts up until now, I am still here. I watch you play. I watch you dawdle about. By taking your voice I am giving you sanctuary that you never realized that you had. This revenge that you seek is petty. Even if you manage to defeat me, even if by some miracle you manage to get your voice back, youll still fail.
Kagura took the book and opened it, turning to the ritual she had performed months before. The ritual that had stolen Rampartes voice from him was now in plain sight. The paper pulsated as if it were alive. Its ashen sheen glistened like fresh obsidian.
This is your voice. Its been mine to control. Let me remind you why I targeted you, Ramparte. Aside from self preservation on my end, your eloquence and knowledge combined with your linguistics were perfect. Indeed; there is no one else in this whole company that can speak as well as you. When it comes to words, you are a true artist. My last voice had limitations, but yours does not. Through your voice I have discovered wonders of this world that I probably would have never found on my own. When your words leave my lips I am bombarded by fragments of knowledge. I understand what I am speaking because these are your words. Not mine. You should be more flattered that a vessel such as me would put your words to better use than you.
She smiled at the irony of it all. After all she could not steal away his knowledge; only his voice. His voice carrying fragments of that knowledge like a copy machine. As long as her knowledge did not exceed his, the spell could never be undone.
I was even kind enough to change my name to pay tribute to your sacrifice. Even though I stole your voice I am honored that you allowed me to do it so easily.
She laughed and shut the book.
Youve tried to destroy this book before, and it didnt work. Any great scheme that you might have up your sleeve for getting your voice back I would have seen it coming by now. I know going into this match that I will probably get my ass kicked, and honestly I am okay with that, because I have already won. You arent getting your voice back even if you do defeat me, so a victory for you would be hollow.
Kagura stopped and pulled out a demonic looking mask. Placing it around her face she began to dance. As she moved in eloquent sequences the mist began to move with her, until she was completely enveloped by the fog.
Silence
Then laughter
A demonic face flashed on the horizon, the mist spinning on the ground like a vortex slowly rising into the air. The wall of fog began to cover everything, threatening to blind anything that came near. A buffer of endless grey tinted black by the clouded skies made it impossible to see anything. In the distance an unseen voice rang.
Im sure you noticed that I love playing games, Ramparte. How Ive loved watching you squirm out of your comfort zone when next to your lover. Dont lie to yourself. She may drive you batty, but deep down you find comfort next to her. And how it must kill you now that youve discovered a part of yourself that you never knew existed; feelings that were unearthed when the mask that you wore was shattered.
Kagura emerged from the fog and removed the demon mask from her face.
The mask you called your voice that is now mine to wear. But now that you have these new feelings it must be killing you knowing that you cant communicate to your dearest the way that youd like. And not just love, but feelings of admiration and new found respect for old comrades. All those feelings of frustration that come with the realization that you can no longer communicate are the sweetest forms of entertainment to me.
She tilted her head to the side and laughed. That deranged smile that was sure to make even the hardest mans blood run cold. Kagura was not a normal woman. Or even a normal human. Gone was her empathy. All that was left was a nihilistic shell of a woman that had inherited a lifetime of broken dreams, heartaches, and pain driving her into insanity while being plagued with sociopathic views. She only wanted to watch the world burn beneath her as she danced.
Do you realize now what you are up against, Ramparte? Im sure youve realized what I am and what I represent. Im sure youve steeled yourself, and tempered your resolve. To beat me down until theres nothing left. But Im sure you realize that it wont change anything. Maybe forcing yourself upon me and choking the air from my lungs as you crush my throat with your bare hands ensuring that I cannot utter another one of your words might be revenge enough for you, but I assure you that it wont work.
And why?
She turned.
Even if you were to crush this throat of mine, even if you were to beat me so badly that I undid the spell to relinquish your voice, I can simply take what I need to survive from someone else. What I performed was a miracle. I silenced the great Hellhound! What a glorious feat. Should I have taken your ability to write as well, maybe your health? Theres no end to what I can do. And at this moment I feel like god! And what is a mere peasant like you going to do to a god? If you havent figured it out, that I have been just humoring you all this time, playing my games, watching and waiting and knowing that I hold all the cards and theres nothing that you can do about it, youll feel it at Unscripted. So strike me down, defeat me, and give me the beating that I deserve. In the end I will have the last laugh
The laugh that I stole from you.
The fog began to lift, exposing the cloudy sky above. Rain would not come again this night. The tepid temperatures would rise. Kagura looked to the sky.
So begins the last game we will play. Our peers will allow us to either brawl inside of a library, fight our way out of a dungeon, or see one of us stuff the other into a casket. The last one sounds rather kinky if you ask me. I wonder if you are the type of man that likes foreplay, Ramparte. Maybe try and romance a woman before you beat her into a bloody pulp.
She sneered, her mind games designed to break a mans spirit and hit below the metaphorical belt.
Ha! Just think of the fun a library match could be. I may not be as cultured as you, but as a miko Ive studied enough to have read quite a few books in my time. So who knows? The words having become tangible weapons will sure to incite a laugh from me as I watch you struggle to enact your revenge. And then theres the dungeon styled cage match.
Wasnt it sweet of me to name myself Kagura Joheki? Indeed this Kagura pays homage to the rampart that now buffers her defenses. Ive explained all this to you before. Im sure youve guessed the reference. Maybe you even appreciate it. But theres another meaning to this; that rampart you cannot scale without falling down. Because there is no top; its endless. No ladder will reach it. And you know it. You are climbing for a prize that you will not be able to reach no matter what you do.
She s******ed; her face contorting into a deranged smile like that of the ultimate troll. In her mind, she held all the cards. Even if she lost, shed still win. It was a lose/lose situation for her enemy, surely.
It doesnt matter to me what type of match we have as long as you dont fail to amuse me. Weve made it this far and Im not running from you because I know that I have nothing to lose and you have nothing to gain. Maybe Ill choose not to fight you and let you have a hollow victory. Can you live with that? I can. Victory here means nothing to me, because I have already won this war. You cannot stop what has already come to pass, and I know that you are not prepared to take back what is rightfully yours. I know that you have come to accept your new life circumstances and that this is less about your revenge and more about your pride. Even if you leave with what you feel is your pride intact will it be enough, because in the end Ill still have your voice.
Only time will tell
At Unscripted amuse me. Go ahead and unleash all your anger, and all your hatred. Itll only fuel me. This isnt a battle that you can win, but I will be happy to amuse you as long as you play my game.
Kagura smiled and placed the demon mask around her face and bowed. The clouds began to lift exposing a starry night sky. The shrine maiden was nowhere to be found.
All that remained was her haunting laughter.
Cold
Debilitating cold
From the mist a figure appeared. Her eyes glowed like fire. In her left hand she carried the book of curses. At her command are demons most foul. Evil was everywhere this night, summoned forth by the fury of Mother Nature.
So begins our final battle, Ramparte. Can you feel that chill in the air?
She breathed in the mist and then exhaled, the icy tone in the air making her breath visible.
Thats me breathing down your back. Despite all your efforts up until now, I am still here. I watch you play. I watch you dawdle about. By taking your voice I am giving you sanctuary that you never realized that you had. This revenge that you seek is petty. Even if you manage to defeat me, even if by some miracle you manage to get your voice back, youll still fail.
Kagura took the book and opened it, turning to the ritual she had performed months before. The ritual that had stolen Rampartes voice from him was now in plain sight. The paper pulsated as if it were alive. Its ashen sheen glistened like fresh obsidian.
This is your voice. Its been mine to control. Let me remind you why I targeted you, Ramparte. Aside from self preservation on my end, your eloquence and knowledge combined with your linguistics were perfect. Indeed; there is no one else in this whole company that can speak as well as you. When it comes to words, you are a true artist. My last voice had limitations, but yours does not. Through your voice I have discovered wonders of this world that I probably would have never found on my own. When your words leave my lips I am bombarded by fragments of knowledge. I understand what I am speaking because these are your words. Not mine. You should be more flattered that a vessel such as me would put your words to better use than you.
She smiled at the irony of it all. After all she could not steal away his knowledge; only his voice. His voice carrying fragments of that knowledge like a copy machine. As long as her knowledge did not exceed his, the spell could never be undone.
I was even kind enough to change my name to pay tribute to your sacrifice. Even though I stole your voice I am honored that you allowed me to do it so easily.
She laughed and shut the book.
Youve tried to destroy this book before, and it didnt work. Any great scheme that you might have up your sleeve for getting your voice back I would have seen it coming by now. I know going into this match that I will probably get my ass kicked, and honestly I am okay with that, because I have already won. You arent getting your voice back even if you do defeat me, so a victory for you would be hollow.
Kagura stopped and pulled out a demonic looking mask. Placing it around her face she began to dance. As she moved in eloquent sequences the mist began to move with her, until she was completely enveloped by the fog.
Silence
Then laughter
A demonic face flashed on the horizon, the mist spinning on the ground like a vortex slowly rising into the air. The wall of fog began to cover everything, threatening to blind anything that came near. A buffer of endless grey tinted black by the clouded skies made it impossible to see anything. In the distance an unseen voice rang.
Im sure you noticed that I love playing games, Ramparte. How Ive loved watching you squirm out of your comfort zone when next to your lover. Dont lie to yourself. She may drive you batty, but deep down you find comfort next to her. And how it must kill you now that youve discovered a part of yourself that you never knew existed; feelings that were unearthed when the mask that you wore was shattered.
Kagura emerged from the fog and removed the demon mask from her face.
The mask you called your voice that is now mine to wear. But now that you have these new feelings it must be killing you knowing that you cant communicate to your dearest the way that youd like. And not just love, but feelings of admiration and new found respect for old comrades. All those feelings of frustration that come with the realization that you can no longer communicate are the sweetest forms of entertainment to me.
She tilted her head to the side and laughed. That deranged smile that was sure to make even the hardest mans blood run cold. Kagura was not a normal woman. Or even a normal human. Gone was her empathy. All that was left was a nihilistic shell of a woman that had inherited a lifetime of broken dreams, heartaches, and pain driving her into insanity while being plagued with sociopathic views. She only wanted to watch the world burn beneath her as she danced.
Do you realize now what you are up against, Ramparte? Im sure youve realized what I am and what I represent. Im sure youve steeled yourself, and tempered your resolve. To beat me down until theres nothing left. But Im sure you realize that it wont change anything. Maybe forcing yourself upon me and choking the air from my lungs as you crush my throat with your bare hands ensuring that I cannot utter another one of your words might be revenge enough for you, but I assure you that it wont work.
And why?
She turned.
Even if you were to crush this throat of mine, even if you were to beat me so badly that I undid the spell to relinquish your voice, I can simply take what I need to survive from someone else. What I performed was a miracle. I silenced the great Hellhound! What a glorious feat. Should I have taken your ability to write as well, maybe your health? Theres no end to what I can do. And at this moment I feel like god! And what is a mere peasant like you going to do to a god? If you havent figured it out, that I have been just humoring you all this time, playing my games, watching and waiting and knowing that I hold all the cards and theres nothing that you can do about it, youll feel it at Unscripted. So strike me down, defeat me, and give me the beating that I deserve. In the end I will have the last laugh
The laugh that I stole from you.
The fog began to lift, exposing the cloudy sky above. Rain would not come again this night. The tepid temperatures would rise. Kagura looked to the sky.
So begins the last game we will play. Our peers will allow us to either brawl inside of a library, fight our way out of a dungeon, or see one of us stuff the other into a casket. The last one sounds rather kinky if you ask me. I wonder if you are the type of man that likes foreplay, Ramparte. Maybe try and romance a woman before you beat her into a bloody pulp.
She sneered, her mind games designed to break a mans spirit and hit below the metaphorical belt.
Ha! Just think of the fun a library match could be. I may not be as cultured as you, but as a miko Ive studied enough to have read quite a few books in my time. So who knows? The words having become tangible weapons will sure to incite a laugh from me as I watch you struggle to enact your revenge. And then theres the dungeon styled cage match.
Wasnt it sweet of me to name myself Kagura Joheki? Indeed this Kagura pays homage to the rampart that now buffers her defenses. Ive explained all this to you before. Im sure youve guessed the reference. Maybe you even appreciate it. But theres another meaning to this; that rampart you cannot scale without falling down. Because there is no top; its endless. No ladder will reach it. And you know it. You are climbing for a prize that you will not be able to reach no matter what you do.
She s******ed; her face contorting into a deranged smile like that of the ultimate troll. In her mind, she held all the cards. Even if she lost, shed still win. It was a lose/lose situation for her enemy, surely.
It doesnt matter to me what type of match we have as long as you dont fail to amuse me. Weve made it this far and Im not running from you because I know that I have nothing to lose and you have nothing to gain. Maybe Ill choose not to fight you and let you have a hollow victory. Can you live with that? I can. Victory here means nothing to me, because I have already won this war. You cannot stop what has already come to pass, and I know that you are not prepared to take back what is rightfully yours. I know that you have come to accept your new life circumstances and that this is less about your revenge and more about your pride. Even if you leave with what you feel is your pride intact will it be enough, because in the end Ill still have your voice.
Only time will tell
At Unscripted amuse me. Go ahead and unleash all your anger, and all your hatred. Itll only fuel me. This isnt a battle that you can win, but I will be happy to amuse you as long as you play my game.
Kagura smiled and placed the demon mask around her face and bowed. The clouds began to lift exposing a starry night sky. The shrine maiden was nowhere to be found.
All that remained was her haunting laughter.
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