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Adatu Urakih

Daughter of Hell Part One

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9 January, 2020
Musashino, Tokyo, Japan

It had been a year or two since she had been home. Home. The word had an interesting meaning for her. Japan would always BE home. That much she knew for sure. But she didn’t live there, and didn’t intend to again. Maybe when she retired, she mused. With luck, that was many years away as yet.

The car slowed as the driver pulled into the drive. Looking out the window, Urakih looked at the large, but modest home. Several years ago, her parents lost their home, the home she was raised in. When Urakih found out, she flew home to see them, and bought them this home. It was much bigger and newer than their old house. Initially, they balked at the luxury. But Urakih insisted they accept it. They had sacrificed much for her growing up, and she wanted them to live in comfort.

In truth, she had been trying to buy them a new house for years before the fire. But her parents were proud people. They said they didn’t need more than they had already, so they refused. Even with all the issues of their old home, they refused. Urakih understood, and dropped it eventually. Opening the door, Urakih paid her driver generously and told him to stay available but to enjoy himself.

As the car pulled away, the front door of the home opened, and one of the attendants Urakih hired beckoned her near, bowing respectfully. Urakih also bowed. Inside now, Urakih was led to a sitting room, where her parents were having their afternoon tea. She waited for them to see her, and then she bowed. Her mother rose first and rushed to embrace her.

Rinasa!her mother exclaimed while hugging her. She then spoke in Japanese.How are you? What a surprise!

I’m well, mother. I wanted to surprise you and father,Urakih answered with a smile as she held her mother out to examine her. Years were being kind to her, she noted with a smile, though she was a bit skinnier than last she saw her. Her father grinned while reaching for a hug from both women.

You sound like those Americans now,he teased in English. All three of them laughed now as more tea was served and they were seated.

Are you comfortable here?Urakih asked, genuinely curious. It was a nice home, she thought. Five bedrooms each with a full bathroom, three standalone bathrooms, a large kitchen, two sitting rooms, two studies, a theater, a four car garage, and a large yard, front and back. There was even a workshop, as her mother had begun an interest in pottery again in her later years, and her father began woodworking. Urakih had also hired several persons to help her parents. They weren’t so old yet that they couldn’t manage, but it made her feel better knowing they had help.

Your servants are very helpful,her father said. Urakih winced slightly. Her mother was far more accepting of these attendants who helped with things. Her father, however, felt that Urakih was punishing them for getting old.Father, they aren’t servants. They are helpers for you and mother. I pay them very well, and you are well cared for, I hope.In truth, the five people were all very young, with the oldest being a mere 21 years of age. The rest were teenagers, some still in school even. They worked a few hours a day, and then went home. Four days a week, Urakih paid a chef to come and cook for her parents.

The best gift she could give her parents at this stage was her time and money, Urakih believed. And the former was much more difficult. She had plenty of money, but getting to the other side of the planet was something she didn’t do often.Rinasa, tell us about our grandson. How is he? Has he started school yet? And your husband, his father, how is he?Her mother requested as she raised her tea cup to her lips. And so, Urakih told them. She would spend a few more days with them before returning home to America.

One Year Later

Urakih held her son’s hand, and her husband had an arm around her shoulder. The funeral service was almost over. Urakih had not stopped crying since she got the news. At least a few times a day, she had a burst of tears. She’d managed to hold it together during the service, however. Death was a part of life, she knew. And she knew that every person had it waiting for them, at some point in the future. Still, she was not prepared for this. She didn’t particularly believe in an afterlife. Not in the traditional manner, anyway. She believed all life had a beginning and an end. And today, they were celebrating an end to a long and honorable life.

There it goes, she said to herself. A single tear she felt escape her eye, and burn its way down her cheek. Later, she would hate herself for letting even one tear show. She needed to be strong, she told herself. After the service, her mother came up to her and hugged her.He was a good man, your father. You know this, Rinasa?the elderly Japanese woman cried as she held her child.Yes, mother. The best father I could ask for,Urakih was glad her son met her father when he was old enough to remember him. He was truly a good man.

May 24th, 2021
Elyria, Ohio
On Camera

The camera was focused on the SCW International Heavyweight Championship as the scene began. After a few seconds, the camera zoomed out and panned up, to show the face of the champion, the undefeated Adatu Urakih. She was smiling as she stared into the camera before speaking.Finally, a long awaited day has come. I get to compete again. Well, I say compete, but let’s be honest. This will not be a competition. I’m going to tear through Dean Tyler like a tornado from hell. I am to be the first person to defend a championship, and make no mistake about it, Dean. I WILL leave Overdrive 53 as the SCW International Heavyweight Champion. Bigger and better wrestlers than you have tried to defeat me.

Urakih paused now, drinking from a bottle in her left hand. Capping it, she continued.You’re going to be locked inside a steel cage with the 4th and Beloved, Dean Tyler. You’re going to go one on one with the most dangerous woman in SCW. Perhaps person. I know we’ve got some new blood in, you included. Dangerous Dean Tyler…Urakih chuckled now, still amused by this nickname.I can’t wait to see what pitiful attempts you make, to prove you are dangerous. Oh what fun I’ll have, and the best part? When you realize you’re just a pretender, there will be nowhere for you to go. I’m going to beat your ass like a Cherokee drum. I’m going to be wading in your blood by the end of the match. I’m not going to pin you. I’m not going to climb out of the cage. I’m going to break you down to an atomic level until all you can do is tap out.

The champion unclipped the belt, and held it up. It shimmered in the light as she moved it. It was one of the lighter belts in terms of weight, weighing just nine pounds. The North American belt, which incidentally shared the same design, was slightly heavier.This championship was crafted by my master on the night she won the North American Championship, and for 420 days, she reigned, until it was stolen by the usurper, Larissa. 133 days later, I took it from that thief, with a broken arm, mind you. That was 800 days ago. I could hold this championship for another 800 days. I certainly won’t be losing it to the likes of you. I will drag you to hell and leave you there, if that’s what it takes to keep this championship.Urakih stared into the camera now, smiling as the image faded to nothing.

Urakih’s Warning

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She’d been driving for hours. Coming down from Toledo, the trip was long and boring. But, her master had demanded her presence in Charlotte. Now, she was waiting. Urakih’s hair was wrapped in her knit hat as she leaned against her Nissan GTR. Looking up, she saw it. The livery of Jessica’s Gulfstream was quite eye-catching. The beautiful craft came in for a landing, coming down smoothly.

Urakih watched as it taxied toward her. Into the hangar the jet went. A few minutes later, a black Mustang and a Red Hellcat crept out. Jessica pulled up alongside Urakih as the Mustang took off.

Jessica: Paige will catch up with us later. You ready to cruise?

Urakih: Yeah, sure.

Jessica: You gonna be able to keep up? Is that the Alpha?

Urakih: Master?! As if I would dare bring anything else while running with you!

Jessica: Well then…keep up, kid!

With that, the redhead peeled off. Urakih gasped before quickly climbing into her car. Catching up with Jessica was no problem as she wasn’t going very fast. Urakih overtook the Hellcat and took a turn, completely flying through a red light. Jessica followed and the pair sped away from the airport. It had been too long since she’d been on a cruise with Jessica. Looking in her rearview, she was impressed that Jessica could control her car so well, having no use of her left arm. Then again, Jessica was a professional driver. This was child’s play.

Almost as if reading her thoughts, Jessica went into the next lane and sped up, coming alongside the GTR. Urakih looked over, rolling down her window. Jessica did the same.

Jessica: You’re too slow!!!

Urakih knew Jessica’s car was fast. Fast, however, didn’t describe how she took off just then. Like a rocket, in an instant, Jessica was 100 yards ahead. Clenching her teeth, Urakih shifted up to the next gear. The beast affectionately known as Godzilla roared as she tried to catch up with Jessica. After a moment, Jessica was still far ahead. Traffic lights were completely ignored as the pair weaved through traffic. Then, Urakih laughed.

Urakih: You little…you boosted that damn thing!

With one hand, Urakih closed all the clasps on her harness. Changing hands, she grabbed her helmet. Now, it was time to get serious. A kid on a bike was crossing the street. Urakih was going too fast stop. Tapping a button, her second horn blared. The kid, perhaps 15 or 16, jumped off of his bike. Urakih swerved around the bike, and continued through the intersection. They were out moving towards a residential area, now. She didn’t like driving this through populated areas. Ahead, Jessica had come to a stop suddenly, and Urakih groaned as she inched to the next lane and then slammed on her brake. Jessica was laughing uncontrollably. Then, she saw the helmet with Urakih lowered her window again.

Jessica: Scared, dear?

Urakih: This is an Alpha 12, Jessica. You’re fast, but I’m faster. I’m also more careful.

Jessica: Oh really? Why don’t we head back to the airport and put that to the test?

Urakih: How much money you got on you?

Jessica: Oh hush, you know I’m good for it…IF you win…

The Paraguayan was antagonizing her, she knew, but Urakih was already worked up. Now, she really DID want to race. Jessica looked at her watch.

Jessica: You know, we might have to do this later. The show started 10 minutes ago. I want to get a clip of you riding down the interstate. Then, we have to actually show up.

And so, the pair headed for the interstate. It took a bit, but they got the clip finished. Jessica sent it in, then she made a call. It was answered after several rings.

Jessica: Hey. It’s Jessica.

Neela: How can I help you, Mrs. Tendonin?

Jessica: I’m on my way in. I’d like to have a camera crew waiting for me backstage.

Neela: Done. They’ll be ready and standing by.

Jessica: Thank you!

The call ended, and Jessica looked over at Urakih with a pleased nod. Urakih smiled back.


The camera was on, but there was no illumination. Only darkness. A strong gust of wind revealed whoever was working the camera was inside some structure, not out in the elements. In the distance, the sound titanium tipped stiletto heels striking the concrete arose. There was a confidence in the footfalls as they came closer. A confidence that was rooted in fact, experience, and not an unearned inflation of the ego. As they drew closer, a new sound joined. The sound of scales sliding over concrete. A light above the camera was turned on, but it wasn’t very bright. The silhouette of a woman was seen as she approached. As they came into the light, Adatu Urakih was revealed. Slithering at her heel was a boa constrictor.

Urakih: Well now…in time, some of you will realize just how dire your situation has just become. For those of you who may not know who I am, my name Urakih, and I am here to hurt people. I could go on and on about what that means, but I think it will be more fun to show you in time. For those sitting on the edges of your seat, running through your memories of all the horrendous things I’ve done…I want to address a really annoying rumor.

They say I’ve grown soft. The reason ranges from marriage, motherhood, time away, and about a dozen other things. Let me be very clear; it’s all bullshit. I’m still that bitch. I will still fuck any and every person up. I will wade through a river of your blood to reach my goal. And right now, I have one goal.

The Japanese woman was wearing a form fitting red dress, her long dark hair curling over her shoulders. Urakih’s dark eyes stared into the camera, an unnerving stare. With an evil sounding whisper, she turned her face toward the snake. It reacted by biting her in the leg. Her one side of her mouth pulled upwards as she grinned.

Urakih: Larissa…you know, you’ve been confusing from day one. First of all, Larissa Kim? But you’re Chinese royalty? I won’t pretend to be expertly versed and knowledgeable about my Asian neighbors, but isn’t Kim a Korean family name? And being Chinese royalty is like being a member of the Royal family of Saudi Arabia. Being born doesn’t impress me. You know what does impress me? The fact that you’re still breathing.

But at Survival…oh yes, what a fitting name, because you will be lucky if you survive. You broke my masters arm. Such an offense will not go unrewarded. This is about more than just the International Heavyweight Championship. This is about you disrespecting a legend. Disrespecting a pillar of this organization. You didn’t just take her championship, Larissa. You broke her goddamn. You hindered her ability to navigate daily life.

Her husband has to help her dress everyday, help her shower, and when she gets tired, even feed her. And don’t get me started on her three babies. You can’t imagine how heartbreaking it is to see how frightened they are when they look at her arm. She can’t roll around in the floor with them like she likes to. No chasing them around the house. No working out between matches.

She whispered to the snake again in that weird tone, and as before, it bit her in the leg. Now, it began slithering up her leg, and then wrapping itself around her waist.

Urakih: Plain and simple, Larissa, you fucked up. And typically, you’d have just had to deal with Jessica later, after she healed. But you’ve pissed her off. I’m not just going to take the SCW International Heavyweight Championship, Larissa. I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to introduce you to levels of pain that you never would have dreamed existed. You’re going to be bloody. You’re going to be broken.

When I’m done with you, you’ll have to crawl to the ring to face Paige Lewis. There is not a single person in this company who can run the gauntlet against the pair of us, and you’ve angered both of us and must face us both in one night. You’re going to have a very bad night, Larissa.

Turned, Urakih began walking away, that same confidence coming from her steps as they faded. The boa had slipped back down to the flood now and was slithering alongside her. The light flickered off, and now only those footsteps were heard…and then, not even them.