Post by Raven Hex on Mar 14, 2016 20:00:05 GMT -5
The taste of his blood still lingered on her tongue, and a deranged offspring of pleasure and revulsion kicked at her stomach from within. The sound of the poor stagehand she had cold-cocked for interrupting her impromptu torture session on Dan Fierce echoed through the halls of the arena, his voice flustered as he called for help. Her eyelids fluttered and her vision blurred as she stumbled towards the double doors at the end of the hall. She had to stop, her left arm stretching out, her hand planting on the cinder block wall as she tried to regain her balance.
“Jesus,” she whispered, feeling nauseous as she spat at the ground, her saliva streaked red. “What did I just do?”
The shouting grew louder in the hall and she knew she had to escape the arena. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she stumbled forward, sliding along the wall as far as she could before pushing off and lifting her black hood up over her head, hastily tying her hair back behind her head so none of it cascaded out. The thudding of her heavy biker boots sounded muffled to her own ears as she fell forward into the doors, pushing them open and stumbling into the cool night air.
The vomit flew out of her in a hot stream of bile, some of it stinging her nostrils. She doubled over, her arms hugging her stomach just beneath her breasts as she retched all the water she had drank in preparation of her debut match, and any of Dan’s essence she had devoured while terrorizing him in his own locker room.
The flashing lights of an ambulance lit up the alley as it passed by down the street, and while she knew the siren must be blaring, all she could hear was her own labored breathing. She spat what was left of the puke from her mouth and stood up straight, head tilted back as she gazed up over the arena at the night sky, the smell of her puddle wafting up from the pavement. Almost gagging again, she shuffled around it and starting making her way towards the street, her shaking hands fumbling arounds the talons in her hoodie pocket, the tips dried with sticky blood. Finding her cigarettes, she yanked them out, almost crushing them in her fist as she hastily drew one out and brought it to her lips.
The lighter slipped from her hand as she withdrew it and she cursed, shaking her head as she bent over to retrieve it. Her hand was red in the street lamp and a fresh wave of nausea hit her like a speeding car, causing her legs to buckle, her torn jeans tearing more at the knees as she fell onto all fours, the cigarette slipping from her lips as she began to sob.
She thought she was strong enough to keep the monster at bay, but losing her debut reminded her just how much it hated looking weak. It would not let things stand the way they had ended in that ring…and Dan Fierce had paid for it in a way that thousands of people would witness…
But none would understand that the woman who did that to him was not the same one on her knees in that alley…
And at that moment, the line between herself and the demon within had become nearly invisible to Raven as well.
~ ~ ~
Raven awoke to the warm sun on her face.
She squinted, even though she wore sunglasses, and smiled weakly at the Uber driver, Nick was his name, at least she thought. He had placed his hand on her shoulder and given her a light shake, as if afraid that he might have a lawsuit on his hands if he touched her inappropriately. She smiled at the thought, knowing that the kid had been infatuated with her the moment she had exited the hotel that morning in her skin tight Aero jeans and deep v-neck Breaking Benjamin band t-shirt. He was much cuter than the first couple Uber drivers she had met in her short time in Greenville, South Carolina, and he drove a Mercedes C class, so she didn’t mind shamelessly flirting with him.
“We are there already?” she pouted, rubbing her shoulders into the comfortable seat cushion and patting his hand, which lingered on her shoulder. “Too bad, I was just getting comfortable.”
He grinned, his hand finally withdrawing from her, even if begrudgingly. One hand still on the steering wheel, he nodded out the windshield, peeking under it through his own Oakley shades. “You have friends in high places, huh?”
Raven had only just fully recovered from her nap, and she was too preoccupied with cute Nick to have looked at her destination. Tearing her eyes from his tight shoulders peeking out from his tank top, she turned her attention outside the vehicle. Her jaw might have dropped like a cartoon character if she wasn’t so self-aware of the hunk next to her.
The house was large and in charge, fit for a king, and she knew it was hers to boot. Well, her roommate’s technically, as Raven still didn’t receive her first PCW paycheck, and only had her savings to her name, which was practically zilch. Her friend had informed her that she had found the perfect place up in the mountains just outside of downtown Greenville, but Raven wouldn’t have expected this in her wildest dreams…
But then again, her roommate was an entitled goody two-shoes with parents that Raven could only guess were worth millions. She was the of girl Raven's own parents wanted her to be, but she didn't hold it against her. A few years ago, she wouldn't have been caught dead befriending a girl like Kali Kween, but her quest to lead a normal life meant finding normal friends, and a chance meeting with Kali, a former wrestler herself in a place known as WGWF, provided Raven with the only person in the world who could see past her demented nature and try and find a buddy within the girl with emerald eyes.
“Well...” she said, smiling as she popped open the door, looking the southern weather compared to her old Winter digs in NYC. “I think I actually live here...”
She heard him chuckle, most likely thinking she was yanking his chain, but the moving truck that pulled up behind them confirmed it for him, and her as well. She lightly pinched her arm as she stepped out of the Mercedes, making sure she wasn't dreaming. The last time she had resided in a place this nice was in a mansion in San Diego, but even then she was less of a tenant than she was a prisoner. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she thought about the man that owned that place, and the things he had done to her, and she quickly spun around, reaching out for the quickest distraction she could.
“Hey,” she said almost in a purr as she leaned down, allowing her shirt to plunge further, giving Nick a peak through the window as she smiled in at him. “You texted me when you were at the hotel, but this Uber thing doesn't give you my actual number now does it?”
His grin faded for a moment as he looked down at his cell phone in the center console. “Uh, no. Privacy is key and all that...”
She licked her lips and leaned forward through the window, grabbing his phone and then, still hanging inside, knowing full well he was enjoying the downward view, she quickly typed her number into his phone and gave it a call. Her own phone vibrated in her back pocket and she bit her lower lip, not used to playing the girl who chased the guy.
“There you go,” she said, tossing his phone between his legs before lowering her sunglasses, winking as she withdrew from his window. “I'm new to the area, maybe you can drive me around one of these days...”
She gave him a wave with her fingers, noticing that the tips felt naked without the steel talons that normally adorned them, but she fought the impulse to dig them out and put them on as she turned her back to the smiling young man, swishing her hips in a way that usually would disgust her as she started up the long cobblestone driveway. The moving truck steamed to a stop behind her and gave a friendly toot of the horn. She waved over her shoulder at the driver as well, eyes taking in the amazing front of the house as she approached the huge French doors.
One opened and a grin crossed her lips as Kali emerged from within, not much taller than the doorknobs. She was sporting black yoga pants and a skin tight San Diego Chargers jersey, which was no surprise to Raven as the girl's gimmick when she wrestled was being the ultimate fan. She was born and raised in the coastal city and even had a long-term engagement with a member of the NFL team's athletic training staff before he had run off with some intellectual. Even the loss of her fiance couldn't deter the tan brunette from rep'ing her favorite sports franchise of all time...
“Ugh, sports...” Raven grumbled, feigning a sour puss as Kali screeched in joy, bounding towards her in her athletic trainers and locking her in a tight embrace. “Woof...easy there, cowgirl...”
“Oh my GOD, Ray....how F'n gorgeous is this place!?” Kali chirped, her cheeks blushing slightly from getting even that close to a curse word. “One for the curse jar!”
“I can't believe I'm even saying this...but if I had any stipulation at all about living here with you...it's that there will be no FUCKING curse jar...” Raven replied, smiling as she squeezed Kali back, still taking in the front of the place, not even sure she was ready to see the inside.
“Is there a pool?” she blurted out, feeling Kali's persona rubbing off on her, which is exactly what she needed to counteract the shadow that was trying to claw its way out from within her.
Kali nodded her head vigorously and wrapped both hands around her right wrist, dragging her towards the front doors as the movers began moving their stuff into the luxury home. “And girl, wait until you see the freaking view of the mountain!”
Raven giggled as she let Kali pull her forward, and she willingly suppressed the simultaneous urge to rip the girl's arm off from the shoulder and bash her skull in with it for daring to treat her like one of her girlfriends.
“Deal with it,” Raven warned her darker side, the words escaping her lips as they entered the foyer.
Kali turned towards her, one eyebrow arched. “What was that?”
Raven blinked and then pushed her sunglasses up her forehead, smiling the awkwardness away as she looked around the open floor plan to their new home. “I said I can't deal with this...it's just...wow...”
“I know, right!? Daddy knows some people at the Golf Resort up the hill and pulled some strings. I just now saw it for the first time, but if Dad thought it was right for me, I knew it had to be awesome!” she exclaimed, letting go of Raven and rubbing her hands together, bouncing happily, her athletic bust jiggling a little too enthusiastically for Hex's taste.
Rolling her eyes, Raven welcomed the change of subject from her roommate and only friend finding out that she may talk to something or someone that wasn't actually there. “Let's see this damn pool already!”
Kali began to give her the tour, and Raven followed, nodding and responding when she felt the need. She knew that if achieving the normal life was possible, this new venture in PCW and in Greenville would be the best crack at it she could have ever asked for...
But she couldn't help but be distracted by the sound of her own voice deep within her head, responding to her...
I'll deal with it. I always do.
And then it laughed...HIS laugh.
~ Raven's Lament ~
The crash is nothing without the burn. The crash itself is the mistake, but without the burn, you learn nothing from it. You need to feel the pain wrought by your own stupidity to never make that mistake again. I welcome the burn, hell, I NEED the burn. The worst thing that could have happened at Trauma would have been smooth sailing. You become nothing but lethargic on calm seas. The surf...riding the waves is where you find out what you are truly made of.
If you don't realize what I'm referencing yet, you are an imbecile.
I lost at Trauma. I admit that much.
But I gained so much more than what I lost. When my career is done in this company, all Trauma 188 will be is a tally in the loss column on paper, but it was everyone else who experienced a deeper loss. You see, when I dove from the top rope and let my guard down, Dan took advantage and it got him the win. Kudos to him, but you all saw where that got him after the show...
He put the bloodlust on overdrive, and now that I got that taste I warned you all about, I crave more. And at Mass Destruction, I've been handed my next meal on a silver fucking platter. I get to take that dancing nitwit and cut his legs out from underneath him, and I have every weapon in the world to my disposal. No rules, no repercussions for my actions.
Just the way I like it.
So viewers beware, because you may want to look away come my match with Disco Stud. The only thing that will be dancing is his severed limbs as I tear him to shreds, little by little, and show him that once you look true evil in the eyes, there is NOTHING in this world dancing for.
