Chapter 21: Secrets
I think I'd rather take a nap. I may need a few litres of water to regain my composure after my match with Goldey, and a few more to think carefully about Tsuruya for a moment, not like it was my problem anymore.
Miss Asahina volunteered to go find her and ask her why she tossed in brass knuckles inside the ring while Miss Nagato took the trophy and brought it back to the RV. I should be riled up after that. The audience booed me, Haruhi will scold me for sure for allegedly cheating…but I'm not angry about it.
I won the match and the trophy, shouldn't that be enough? It was for me.
Who says I wouldn't have won without Tsuruya's interference? I'll ask Asahina to bring me back in time and let me fight without help. Or say no to her before the match.
Meh, that requires way too much effort than I'm willing to exhume right now. Then what would happen if I changed time? Squishing a butterfly, in theory, could drastically change everything. Tackling a girl in public on live television is much different.
My eyes fell flat before I could reach the room, staggering in a zombie-like trance where the only reason my legs were moving was for pure mental fortitude. My head pounded, my stomach growled, my arm was a little less sore, and I'm back to complaining about what to do first.
Guess every match can't be so ea….
*Thump*
The floor woke me up from whatever daze I was in to notice I bumped into someone.
''Hey, watch where you're going!'' The voice of a girl, I think, got my attention, not like it was worth much.
''Sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention.'' I hoped that's what I said.
''Stop.'' Unless there's a bed nearby, not a chance.
Whoever this girl was, she grabbed me by the ear and jerked me back with the force of a vengeful monkey. Did she really need to rip my ear off?
''You are Kyon. I saw half of your match earlier,'' did you, ''it was satisfactory.'' Let's see you pull off half of what I went through.
When she let go, I dusted myself off and looked at her. She was in a white business suit with a blue skirt, long raven coloured hair, and dark eyes. She looked too formal to be around a place like this.
''Will you answer me?''
''I didn't realize you were asking me a question, but yeah, that's my nickname.''
''Nickname, one that you don't seem to care for?''
''You could say I got used to it.''
''Then introduce me to yourself with your name.'' How lady-like, let's ignore how you tried to rip off my ear.
''It really doesn't matter. Just call me Kyon.''
She looked at me with, what I think was, pity or disappointment. Either way, I don't need more women in my life who want to torture me. Two's enough. ''Then I am Shizuku Senou, fiance of the Intercontenental champion, Natsuru Senou.'' She bowed to me and I bowed back.
''Well met,'' hiding the signs of my crankiness, ''now excuse me.''
She tugged on my hand before I left. Now what?
''Hey, I'm kind of tired and it's going to be a...''
She interrupted, maintaining her calm composure. ''Did you not hear that I am the future wife of the Intercontinental champion?''
''Yes, I did. Congrats, but why does it matter to me right now?'' Besides that the trophy I won entitled me to a title match for that or the world title whenever I wanted it. I'm really not in the condition for another high profile match.
''You don't seem to care much about your friend then.''
Friend? ''What are you talking about?''
''Your partner? Itsuki Koizumi, I believe. I would think that being Tag Team Champions, you would have some empathy for each other.''
''If we have singles matches, we usually go on our way. No big deal.''
She giggled to herself. ''With that attitude, I'm surprised you two haven't been dethroned.''
''Listen if you want to insult me, take a number and wait in line.''
''Where did you go to school too?''
What is this, 20 strange questions? ''North High, what's it to...''
''I should check that school's club listings to see if there's a ''Kyon is a Sarcastic Virgin'' club.''
With that, I took my leave. What the hell was her problem? She met me for the most part of a minute and started insulting my manhood. I felt bad for her husband, no I'm sorry, Fiance.
I won't deny she was absolutely beautiful. Personally, she's no where close to Miss Asahina. At least she has the advantage of being nice.
Her fiance...she did talk a little about Koizumi and his match was getting started.
Oh fantastic...I opened my locker room door and sat down on the leather chair opposite the personal flat screen television.
My curiousity overtook my fatigue. I turned on the television and surfed through until I found the channel we were wrestling on and saw the tale of the tape* for the next match.
My eyes widened in surprise to what I saw next...
''Intercontinental Title Match
Natsuru Senou (C) VS Itsuki Koizumi
6'0 Height 5'10
203 pds Weight (lbs) 219
Tokyo, Japan Hometown Kobe, Japan''
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What the Fu-
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*: Tale of the Tape = A Comparison of the competitors, usually 1-1 sometimes 2-2. Mostly done in Boxing & MMA, but can be found in wrestling (ROH).
Sorry for the lateness of this short but sweet chapter.
Next one will be the match itself and it will either be done in the 3rd person or in Koizumi's POV.
And yes, the characters introduced are from Kampfer, but they will only be supporting characters at best. Why? Creating original characters for fodder is quite absurd (Ch. 3) but what have you.
Stay tuned everyone for until the next match, good night & good luck.