A Kitsumi Life S1 E7: The Breakdown - Part 3

Kitsumi grips her cell phone tight, rereading the words.



With a gutted sigh, her cell phone hits the grass.

“I am…a young woman.

I have youth on my side to help me be the best.

I’m barely out of high school and I already feel like I’ve done more than half the woman on this roster.”

As the tears hit her face, Kitsumi ignores them..

“Against someone like Karlie who I and Roddy have beaten many times before, I will always be better. She’s a veteran on CruiserClash continuing to prove week in and week out that you can be a veteran and still suck.

You can be a veteran and still manage to lose every ounce of your being every time you step through the curtain almost every match you’re in.

Karlie is considered a normalcy on CruiserClash.

I consider her an annoyance.

That annoying fly that pops up every so often but you can never actually kill.

The irritating noise you hear outside but can never pinpoint what it is.

That arrogant green-eyed bitch who doesn’t know when to leave us alone.

She’s not a threat.

She’s not a worry.

I've beaten her before, and on Monday, I will beat her again.”

She tilts her head, smiling her serene smile despite the tears on her cheeks.

“Then…there…is…Zara.

An actual threat and a viable worry.

But quite frankly, I don’t care how skilled you are in the ring. With your strikes, with your submissions, neither of them matter when facing me.

I dubbed myself the Lovestriker because I learned quickly that…in order to get what I want…I have to fight for it.

And if that means punching a bitch’s face in knocking somebody out to do it, then…”

She shrugs, letting the unsaid say it instead.

“Not to mention my submissions.

I dubbed my guillotine Drowned in Love not for my sake, though I continue to be.

No, so I can let my opponents know firsthand just how vicious…”

She snarls at the word.

“…love can truly be.

It’s great. It’s beautiful. It’s the best feeling ever.

But it’s stifling. It’s painful.

It’s…”

She clenches her fist as the tears form anew.

“…it’s like drowning in the ocean and the door is always out of reach.

I feel that pain everyday for Him and Him alone.

And I felt it only fair for my opponents to know what that pain felt like, to know the anguish I feel every moment I see Him, and I cannot reach Him.”

A sob wrecks her body.

“I weep for the distance growing between us, but I will not soak in a bath of my tears.

I feel so much pain inside, so I will unleash it my next victims targets.

Karlie will feel my pain once again.

Zara will understand true pain, and just how much pain love can unleash.

I am the Lovestriker.”

Despite her tears, her smile turns sick and twisted whilst one of her eyes turns blue.



“And I will force my pain into my fists until your blood becomes part of my skin and whatever’s left becomes part of the canvas.”

Her head shakes violently, eye returning to normal.



“No…I don’t believe that…”

The air turns cold as the red sleeve of a suit jacket rests on her shoulder.



“Belief has nothing to do with it. Pain, anguish…those are feelings to embrace. And the more you realize the pain and anguish in your own heart? Well…let’s just say you’ll be getting your life back sooner than you might think.”

Roddy approaches them from his spot by their most recent grave.

“Think on it, my dear. You’re so close. But a warning: one needs to know how to swim…if they don’t wish to drown.”

“Hey!”

With a wink of an eye, It disappears.

Roddy growls, putting a hand on Kitsumi Karen’s shoulder.

“We good, Kit?”

Karen blinks few times, retreating back into the midst of her self.

“Hey! Everything alright?”

A worried tone fills Doc's voice.

“Yes. Everything is…fine.”

Kitusmi’s smile is as soft and serene as normal.

Max walks up.

“The grave is dug. Let’s get out of here before it gets dark.”