Rumble Roses: A Fighter's Destiny
Chapter 0: Prelude
The locker room was oddly silent, as Kamikaze Rose made her way to her locker.
"Odd. No one's here. I know I was in the final match, but everyone couldn't have finished changing so fast. How could it be this empty?" She said to herself.
"That's because I told everyone to leave." A voice said, coming from behind Kamikaze Rose.
"Anesthesia, what do you want? You have a lot of nerve sneaking up on me, after what you pulled in the ring. You keep throwing those stiff shots and someone is going to knock you on your ass." Kamikaze replied.
Anesthesia chuckled playfully. "I was only testing …"
"Testing what?" Kamikaze asked, curiously.
"….testing how tough that perfect little body of yours is." Anesthesia replied, with a sly grin, trailing her fingers lightly across Kamikaze's neck.
Kamikaze immediately slaps her hand away in disgust.
"Mmmm, feisty, just the way I like them." Anesthesia said, chuckling.
"So I guess the girls were right, you really do play for the other team." Kamikaze said in a disgusted tone
"Silly doggy, I'm not looking at your body for carnal pleasure, though I wouldn't mind, I'm looking at it in a scientifically sense." She said, smiling.
Kamikaze chuckled. "You really have lost it." She said, grabbing her duffel bag and headed for the door.
"Such a bad doggy." Anesthesia said under her breath. She reached into the pocket of her nurse outfit and pulled out a syringe. She snuck up behind Kamikaze and pulled off the cap, exposing the needle.
As Kamikaze reached the locker room door, Anesthesia lunged forward, forcing the needle point into her neck and injecting the drug into her blood stream. Kamikaze immediately backhanded her, throwing Anesthesia backwards, and then covering the spot of the injection with her hand.
"You bitch! What did you inject into me with?!" Kamikaze shouted.
Anesthesia laughed. "Aww, now, now, all little doggies need to be put to sleep at one point in time." She said with a smile.
Kamikaze's eyes widened in a horrified expression. "You…..You euthanized me?!" She said in shocked tone.
"Something like that…." Anesthesia said with a coy smile. "… after all, I need that perfect little body of yours intact. Can't risk damaging it by beating you unconscious, and I know you would never participate voluntarily in my experiment, so I resorted to drugging you instead." She continued.
"Ex- Experiment?! What do you mean? Wha….What are you up to?" Kamikaze asked. She leaned against the locker as she felt the injection begin to take effect.
Anesthesia smirked. "Every Rose in this tournament wants to be known as the 'Ultimate Grappler', no doubt, you included. When I pondered the possibility of this, I realized that no one in this tournament can achieve this, myself included, not because of lack of training or determination, but because we are humans. Our bodies are flawed and weak. We can hyperextend our knees, tear our quads or even rip our A.C.L.s, and when that happens, our at chance at immortality is delayed or even gone. As people, we want to belong; we want friends and the companionship of others, so the girls befriend one another. Sometimes its good and the girls make a successful tag team, even winning the tag tiles. Other times, one girl will get jealous of the other's success and betray them, or even one little bit of miscommunication can lead to dysfunction and break the team." She said.
"Y-y-ya….so? That's just human nature. Yo-you have to have dis…cipline, confidence and trust." Kamikaze said slowly.
Anesthesia simply laughed. "That doesn't always work, now does it? After all, we tagged before you won that damn title. As your partner, we were tag champs and unbeatable. Yet, you never gave me a title shot, never gave me a chance to be immortalized as a champion, a chance to have my name in the record books. But no matter, unlike you, I'm not as selfish. I am going to give you a once in a lifetime chance to be apart of the greatest title reign of all time!" She continued.
Kamikaze, attempting to fight off the effects of the drug, slid down the side of the locker til she reached the ground. "Wh-what are you t-t-talking about?" She asked, somewhat coherent.
"Silly doggy, you are one of the best woman champions and one hell of a tag team partner. You have one hell of a body: strong, flexible, always in shape and sexy as hell, what better choice for my creation's body, than yours?" Anesthesia said.
"Wh-wh-what?!" Kamikaze struggled to respond.
"If God cannot create the 'Ultimate Grappler' than I don't see why I can't try my hand at it?" Anesthesia said with a smile.
Kamikaze's eyes widen as wide as they possibly could, within the influence of the drug.
"WH-WHAT?! T-T-THIS IS INSANITY! THE G-G-GIRLS WILL NEVER GO FOR THIS!" Kamikaze exclaimed, still trying to fight off the effects of the drug.
Anesthesia laughed again. "Don't you think I know that? I took care of them. Some are drugged, like you, and will join you in the creation of the 'Ultimate Grappler'. While the others, well, they don't see a problem with my plan."
After Anesthesia finished her statement, five female grapplers emerged from the shadows. Each one bearing a distinctive tattoo of the same nature on exposed parts of their bodies. They bore glazed over looks.
"Wha-what did you do to them?" Kamikaze stuttered as her breathing began to slow and her eyes began to close.
"Nothing, really. The doggies now know who their master is." Anesthesia replied.
Kamikaze's body began to shut down. Her eyes began to close slowly and her hearing died out. Her last vision was that of Anesthesia walking over to her. No footsteps were heard, as she watched Anesthesia kneel down in front of her. She looked into Kamikaze's eyes for a bit, smiled, and then leaned in and kissed her lips. Kamikaze's eyes closed during the kiss, to open no more.
Anesthesia smiled as she wiped her lips and stood before Kamikaze's limp body. "Mmmm, just as I thought, you're a good kisser as well." Anesthesia looked at Kamikaze's limp body. "I guess my kiss was so good, it practically killed her." Anesthesia laughed at her own joke. " Doggies…." She shouted. "…take her to my operating room. It is time to build my perfect creation, and when the next Tournament of the Roses comes about, I'll test my grappler against the best-of the-best of the new age grapplers. Things are appearing to be very promising." Anesthesia laughed, leaving the locker room, followed by the group of female wrestlers carrying Kamikaze's body.