Project Blackwidow Part 1: Misery Loves Company
Jun 18, 2017 7:32:10 GMT -5
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Post by Alexa Black on Jun 18, 2017 7:32:10 GMT -5
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A battered and bloody Alexa staggers and stumbles her way through the curtain only having a minuscule semblance of where she actually is. Her face is a crimson mask, her hair makes looks like one of the members of Twisted Sister.
Her head is spinning with visions of what has occurred but it's blurry and not all of it makes sense.
Miss Black. When you are prepared for our showdown, simply put a drop of your blood on this note and walk through the mirror I've placed in the center of the ring. I shall be within the world, awaiting you for our battle. P.S. Only you shall be able to commit to this spell. I shall leave the Harvesters behind to keep this contest fair."
The loss wasn't the only pain she knew. The physical pain will would pass but the emotional scars left a burning mark deep within her. But this was more than the usual hate. She felt deep disappointment that even after baring everything mind body and soul she came up short once again.
Another flashback hits her like a wave leaving her mind buzzing.
Alexa ooks at the audience with a sneer as the cameraman swings to look over her shoulder. The mirror no longer shows her reflection, but the image of the grizzly looking Nathan Saniti glowering back at her, his cane in front of him. Wordlessly, he beckons Alexa to enter the mirror. And she does, the camera follows her, sans the befuddled operator.
This sickened her the most.
Nathan always fucking won and it ate away at her like a ravenous cancer. She just couldn't beat him.
Everything she tried failed. Like some cartoon villain she was foiled by the good guy who saved the day.
Alexa throws her head back, chortling sadistically as Nathan shakes off the cobwebs from the blow. Without breaking his gaze, Nathan retrieves his cane and climbs back into the ring. He brings the pole down with a thunderous boom, knocking Alexa back. As the concussion reaches the ropes, the coverings shred, revealing razor wire! The pads on the corners have become blocks of explosives, threatening to detonate upon impact. Satisfied, he tosses away his cane once more, drilling a stare deep into Alexa's soul.
Suddenly and without warning a white hot volcanic rage erupted and she screamed into the night and to all within earshot
"FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM FUCK HIM FUCK THAT NO GOOD COCKSUCKING MOTHERFUCKING MAGICAL CUNT!"
Alexa's breathing becomes laboured and heavy as she steadied herself against a nearby walll as she struggles to regain her composure. But the bitter resentment is simply overwhelming and she knows there is nothing magical or otherwise that will quell it.
This had now gone beyond hatred to a place that is inhabited by unspeakable darkness. Even Nathan in all his magical wisdom wouldn't go here. It's a no mans land. Alexa knew this place within her was magically sealed and if it was broken then it would spell the end of everything.
Last time this happened heaven and hell almost went to war and it earned her a lifetime of eternal damnation. The seal was involuntary put there after both archangels and arch demons agreed it was the only way to keep peace. So far it had worked her powers though there were limited and kept the balance even.
PCW staff who scurry about backstage watch as Alexa lurches along in front of them staggering like a drunk after a hard night out. Not her usual intimidating self but a broken shell. She doesn't see them or notice they are there.
"Look at her! She's not so tough now. I'm glad Nathan took her down. It had to be done. She was out of control." A bespectacled skinny girl whispers to her chubby colleague who nods silently
"They never should have let her into the company in the first place. She's done nothing but tear PCW apart. Even management have been ineffective in controlling her.
Nathan did what they could not." She replies.
Her mind once again relinquishes a memory and it's the last and worst one..
Nathan unfolds the chair, driving it down into the mat with such force that each leg goes through the mat, pinning her to the mat. He quickly strolls over to his hat, but instead of driving them through his foe, he places them in seven points around her. He reaches into his tattered coat pocket, producing what looks to be a baseball sized translucent acorn. Standing directly above her he shots out the phrase, "Virtue shall always overcome the deadliest of sins! BEGONE WRATH!"
Lightning strikes the large seed, streaming out to each of the seven pins and through Alexa's body. She writhes in absolute agony as black ooze seeps from her every pore and up into the seed. Finally, the last of the muck is sucked into the seed. Alexa's eyes loll back as she falls helplessly to the mat, drained of her fight.
Finally reaching the door she pushes it open and steps out into the dimly lit parking lot. Rows of empty car parks are all that is there. Fresh air floods her lungs and she breathes in deep.
Then suddenly blackness as she passes out and collapses to the ground completely unconscious.
Then in the distance a growling rumble is heard and two white beams pierce the night as a huge black van pulls up right next to Alexa. Moments later 4 hooded men in suits exit the van in silence and stand over Alexa looking down on her motionless body as it takes shallow breaths trying to keep its self alive.
Then a voice speaks
"At last we have found you and it's time that you came home where you belong."
The men pick Alexa up and carry her to the van gently placing her in and slamming the door shut before rumbling off into the night with thier prize
A battered and bloody Alexa staggers and stumbles her way through the curtain only having a minuscule semblance of where she actually is. Her face is a crimson mask, her hair makes looks like one of the members of Twisted Sister.
Her head is spinning with visions of what has occurred but it's blurry and not all of it makes sense.
Miss Black. When you are prepared for our showdown, simply put a drop of your blood on this note and walk through the mirror I've placed in the center of the ring. I shall be within the world, awaiting you for our battle. P.S. Only you shall be able to commit to this spell. I shall leave the Harvesters behind to keep this contest fair."
The loss wasn't the only pain she knew. The physical pain will would pass but the emotional scars left a burning mark deep within her. But this was more than the usual hate. She felt deep disappointment that even after baring everything mind body and soul she came up short once again.
Another flashback hits her like a wave leaving her mind buzzing.
Alexa ooks at the audience with a sneer as the cameraman swings to look over her shoulder. The mirror no longer shows her reflection, but the image of the grizzly looking Nathan Saniti glowering back at her, his cane in front of him. Wordlessly, he beckons Alexa to enter the mirror. And she does, the camera follows her, sans the befuddled operator.
This sickened her the most.
Nathan always fucking won and it ate away at her like a ravenous cancer. She just couldn't beat him.
Everything she tried failed. Like some cartoon villain she was foiled by the good guy who saved the day.
Alexa throws her head back, chortling sadistically as Nathan shakes off the cobwebs from the blow. Without breaking his gaze, Nathan retrieves his cane and climbs back into the ring. He brings the pole down with a thunderous boom, knocking Alexa back. As the concussion reaches the ropes, the coverings shred, revealing razor wire! The pads on the corners have become blocks of explosives, threatening to detonate upon impact. Satisfied, he tosses away his cane once more, drilling a stare deep into Alexa's soul.
Suddenly and without warning a white hot volcanic rage erupted and she screamed into the night and to all within earshot
"FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM FUCK HIM FUCK THAT NO GOOD COCKSUCKING MOTHERFUCKING MAGICAL CUNT!"
Alexa's breathing becomes laboured and heavy as she steadied herself against a nearby walll as she struggles to regain her composure. But the bitter resentment is simply overwhelming and she knows there is nothing magical or otherwise that will quell it.
This had now gone beyond hatred to a place that is inhabited by unspeakable darkness. Even Nathan in all his magical wisdom wouldn't go here. It's a no mans land. Alexa knew this place within her was magically sealed and if it was broken then it would spell the end of everything.
Last time this happened heaven and hell almost went to war and it earned her a lifetime of eternal damnation. The seal was involuntary put there after both archangels and arch demons agreed it was the only way to keep peace. So far it had worked her powers though there were limited and kept the balance even.
PCW staff who scurry about backstage watch as Alexa lurches along in front of them staggering like a drunk after a hard night out. Not her usual intimidating self but a broken shell. She doesn't see them or notice they are there.
"Look at her! She's not so tough now. I'm glad Nathan took her down. It had to be done. She was out of control." A bespectacled skinny girl whispers to her chubby colleague who nods silently
"They never should have let her into the company in the first place. She's done nothing but tear PCW apart. Even management have been ineffective in controlling her.
Nathan did what they could not." She replies.
Her mind once again relinquishes a memory and it's the last and worst one..
Nathan unfolds the chair, driving it down into the mat with such force that each leg goes through the mat, pinning her to the mat. He quickly strolls over to his hat, but instead of driving them through his foe, he places them in seven points around her. He reaches into his tattered coat pocket, producing what looks to be a baseball sized translucent acorn. Standing directly above her he shots out the phrase, "Virtue shall always overcome the deadliest of sins! BEGONE WRATH!"
Lightning strikes the large seed, streaming out to each of the seven pins and through Alexa's body. She writhes in absolute agony as black ooze seeps from her every pore and up into the seed. Finally, the last of the muck is sucked into the seed. Alexa's eyes loll back as she falls helplessly to the mat, drained of her fight.
Finally reaching the door she pushes it open and steps out into the dimly lit parking lot. Rows of empty car parks are all that is there. Fresh air floods her lungs and she breathes in deep.
Then suddenly blackness as she passes out and collapses to the ground completely unconscious.
Then in the distance a growling rumble is heard and two white beams pierce the night as a huge black van pulls up right next to Alexa. Moments later 4 hooded men in suits exit the van in silence and stand over Alexa looking down on her motionless body as it takes shallow breaths trying to keep its self alive.
Then a voice speaks
"At last we have found you and it's time that you came home where you belong."
The men pick Alexa up and carry her to the van gently placing her in and slamming the door shut before rumbling off into the night with thier prize
