Post by priscilla on Dec 14, 2023 23:58:50 GMT -6
November 26, 2023
As I left the arena that night, I couldn’t help but wonder… Would she be proud of me?
Everything was riding on this career change. Who I was, was a vague reflection in the mirror these days, and I felt myself losing more and more of who I used to be with each step I took. Once I reached my car, I leaned against the cold steel and sighed. Why wasn’t she here with me? Why did she have to go racing off into the night, to save someone who obviously had very little respect for themselves?
Why did she leave me?
I could feel the tears coming, as much as I hated them I knew I couldn’t hide from them anymore. Damn her. Damn Robi for taking my mother. And damn them all for not chasing after her the second they knew she was gone! Yeah, I blamed them all. Every fucking Wolf knew she had driven off into the darkness after a fucking psychopath, whom I had loved dearly, and nary a one chose to help.
I needed to get out of there before the tears came. I needed to get back to my beloved darkness, where I could hide the fact I felt any emotion at all. I hopped in my car, slamming the door behind me and took a heavy, jagged breath. I turned the key, and as the engine roared to life, I damned the world. Every fucking one of them would burn. Every. Fucking One.
Throwing the car in drive, I peeled out of the parking garage, not giving a fuck, honestly, if a cop tried to pull me over. Given the last few months of my life, I didn’t have a single shred of caring left. If I burned; they all did too. Onto main street I flew, blaring the cliche “Highway to Hell” I sped into the night. Fuck this world, and every single soulless fuckmuppet in it. The only person who truly gave a damn about me, was gone, and in her leaving, I died too.
December 1, 2023 - December 14, 2023
A couple of weeks later, I received a call from my booker. My first match for New Edge had been drawn. Victim number one? River Rose. What a cunt name. Figures they’d pair me with someone like her. Didn’t fully trust my abilities yet, I guess. But, I’d show them. I wasn’t going to go down without a fucking brawl. I’d torn out my soul the moment I signed that contract, and in doing so, I signed a deal with the Devil.
In a way, Jesse Styles was the Devil himself, and I was Faust. Why? Because I knew what I was getting myself into. There was no coming back from this. It was Do, or Die.
“You know….” I kept my voice low, while I stayed enshrouded in darkness. “I don't know a fucking thing about you, and honestly, while it’s cliche, I don't care to know a damned thing. You’re just a lamb come to slaughter. Another body to be burnt on the pyre that is my name.” My eyes lifted, the irises focusing on the lens in front of me. “The honor of being the first in a long line of broken bodies left in my wake. Why? Does it honestly matter? This is the business we’ve chosen, River, and these are the consequences of those contracts. Are you willing to be the sacrifice for the Houses of Le Roux and White? The poor, innocent little creature to be strung up, bled and burned to Honor the Coven?” I growled, lightly, as the shadows which enveloped me began to slowly pull away. I wasn’t dolled up. I was in my gear, of course, but I wasn’t a fucking Barbie Doll wannabe, I was gritty. I was sweaty. I was already covered in some fools blood. I have been a busy bee lately. I grinned. “Yanno, In another life… Maybe we’d have been pals.” I laughed. “Nah, nah, I ain’t pals with princess bitches who never let people see behind the veil. What ya see is what ya get with me. I ain’t a bimbo. I ain’t prissy. I’ma down home gal, rough, tough and always ready to fight.” I bit the strap to my gloves and yanked it violently, tightening its grip around my wrist. “Are you?”
I stood up slowly. While the shadows around me weren’t as thick as before, no one could fully see me, just my silhouette. I moved forward, the chains around my waist jingling softly. The scars along my abdomen were visible now. Proof of a life hard fought. “When I signed up for New Edge, I wasn’t signing up for fame. That’s a bullshit reason. I wasn’t inking my name for glory. I did it for a different reason, kiddo. I want blood. I want to hear your bones break, and feel your flesh tear as I take you to the mat and hear you cry for mercy.” I sneered. A small flash, it could have been Her… but the sneer wasn’t Dru’s, no, it had no gentility behind it. My smile was hellish. Sickeningly sweet, but with the pang of absolute hatred within.
“I want to watch you bleed, River. I want you to bear witness to the ascension of a new demon in the Pantheon of absolute Hell. The depth of which even Dante dared not venture. Are you ready? Are you worthy? Can you feel the heat, River? Are you ready to taste your own mortality?” I moved closer to the exit, the bright red neon glowing like a last chance warning. As I walked, the camera caught the scars down my back, deep and unforgiving. Another snapshot of the hand I had been dealt. I turned to look over my shoulder, snarling softly. “Don’t expect me to go easy, girl. That ain’t in me. Ain’t what I was bred for. Ain’t how I was raised.” I leaned against the doorframe for a moment, but then turned one last time. “Mercy don’t live here, kid. Know that.” I growled, before I took a heavy breath and turned around to face the camera, one last time.
“When they gave you my name, girl, you shoulda run. Cuz I ain’t letting you walk away.” I rolled my shoulders, allowing the joints to emit a sickening *POP*, and I signed softly. “You ain’t gonna be so Rosey and Pretty after the 17th. I’m the Butcher babe, and all you are is my Sacrificial Lamb… And I ain’t gonna make it quick or painless.” I smiled, blowing a kiss.
“See ya Sunday, River. Enjoy the carnage, cuz it’s coming.”
I stepped through the doorway, and a crowd went wild, chanting my name. But who was it? Where was I? As the camera went dark, the first punch rang out and it was grotesque.
Where was I? I’d been in the Underground for years, and was quite the expensive pony. Admittedly, I didn’t look like much, but as these morons found out, I was vicious. I’d taken out men and women twice my weight, and some I’d crippled. That was their risk, one I welcomed. I didn’t have to rein in my rage. I didn’t have to heel my hatred.
As he circled me, I watched his movements, watching him fake a left and throw a right. I took the hit, learning his strategy. I spat blood at the mat and grinned as I went for it. Blow for blow. Strike for strike. I worked him down. We traded jabs but when he went for his fake, I blasted him with a hard left uppercut and felt his jaw crack under the pressure. I heard him whimper.
I smirked.
I pushed him to the center of the mat, he tried to kick my ribs but I grabbed his ankle and slammed his knee into mine. Snapping it. He went down and I dropped an elbow to his chest. Full weight.
The way he cried out, well, it sang to me. It fed me. The announcer was hyping the current match…
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the lovely lady before you, the brutal bitch, has her first ever event with New Edge Wrestling Sunday! Let’s give her a hand!” As the crowd went wild, I rolled my eyes. But, it just fueled me.
I groaned, watching my opponent fight for every inch his body gave him to lift from the mat. It wasn’t much, but it did give me the opportunity to snap his jaw.
“Oh! Now, that had to hurt!” The announcer cringed as the echo of the breaking joint rang out. I grabbed him by the elbow and swung him around, until he ended up face first in the cage; ripping his forehead wide open. But, he didn’t tap out. He spun; dazed, and lunged for me. He connected with a hook to my nose and slammed my head to the side.
I growled, but lashed out. A headbutt whipped his head back, and he crumpled to the mat. I stood there. Growling. Bleeding. I spat blood down at him as I raised my gloved hands in the air. He was unconscious. Once the announcer relayed my win, I rallied up and over the cage wall, took my payout and sauntered off. Sure, it hurt, but in truth; it felt Amazing.
I was coming for New Edge and all of their talent.
This was the next era. This was the beginning. The houses of La Roux and White would reign supreme.
The Massacre of New Edge Wrestling was on the horizon.
Sunday couldn’t arrive fast enough. I was hungry for slaughter. My blood boiled at the thought of walking into that arena this weekend, and inciting the riot of change.
As I left the arena that night, I couldn’t help but wonder… Would she be proud of me?
Everything was riding on this career change. Who I was, was a vague reflection in the mirror these days, and I felt myself losing more and more of who I used to be with each step I took. Once I reached my car, I leaned against the cold steel and sighed. Why wasn’t she here with me? Why did she have to go racing off into the night, to save someone who obviously had very little respect for themselves?
Why did she leave me?
I could feel the tears coming, as much as I hated them I knew I couldn’t hide from them anymore. Damn her. Damn Robi for taking my mother. And damn them all for not chasing after her the second they knew she was gone! Yeah, I blamed them all. Every fucking Wolf knew she had driven off into the darkness after a fucking psychopath, whom I had loved dearly, and nary a one chose to help.
I needed to get out of there before the tears came. I needed to get back to my beloved darkness, where I could hide the fact I felt any emotion at all. I hopped in my car, slamming the door behind me and took a heavy, jagged breath. I turned the key, and as the engine roared to life, I damned the world. Every fucking one of them would burn. Every. Fucking One.
Throwing the car in drive, I peeled out of the parking garage, not giving a fuck, honestly, if a cop tried to pull me over. Given the last few months of my life, I didn’t have a single shred of caring left. If I burned; they all did too. Onto main street I flew, blaring the cliche “Highway to Hell” I sped into the night. Fuck this world, and every single soulless fuckmuppet in it. The only person who truly gave a damn about me, was gone, and in her leaving, I died too.
December 1, 2023 - December 14, 2023
A couple of weeks later, I received a call from my booker. My first match for New Edge had been drawn. Victim number one? River Rose. What a cunt name. Figures they’d pair me with someone like her. Didn’t fully trust my abilities yet, I guess. But, I’d show them. I wasn’t going to go down without a fucking brawl. I’d torn out my soul the moment I signed that contract, and in doing so, I signed a deal with the Devil.
In a way, Jesse Styles was the Devil himself, and I was Faust. Why? Because I knew what I was getting myself into. There was no coming back from this. It was Do, or Die.
“You know….” I kept my voice low, while I stayed enshrouded in darkness. “I don't know a fucking thing about you, and honestly, while it’s cliche, I don't care to know a damned thing. You’re just a lamb come to slaughter. Another body to be burnt on the pyre that is my name.” My eyes lifted, the irises focusing on the lens in front of me. “The honor of being the first in a long line of broken bodies left in my wake. Why? Does it honestly matter? This is the business we’ve chosen, River, and these are the consequences of those contracts. Are you willing to be the sacrifice for the Houses of Le Roux and White? The poor, innocent little creature to be strung up, bled and burned to Honor the Coven?” I growled, lightly, as the shadows which enveloped me began to slowly pull away. I wasn’t dolled up. I was in my gear, of course, but I wasn’t a fucking Barbie Doll wannabe, I was gritty. I was sweaty. I was already covered in some fools blood. I have been a busy bee lately. I grinned. “Yanno, In another life… Maybe we’d have been pals.” I laughed. “Nah, nah, I ain’t pals with princess bitches who never let people see behind the veil. What ya see is what ya get with me. I ain’t a bimbo. I ain’t prissy. I’ma down home gal, rough, tough and always ready to fight.” I bit the strap to my gloves and yanked it violently, tightening its grip around my wrist. “Are you?”
I stood up slowly. While the shadows around me weren’t as thick as before, no one could fully see me, just my silhouette. I moved forward, the chains around my waist jingling softly. The scars along my abdomen were visible now. Proof of a life hard fought. “When I signed up for New Edge, I wasn’t signing up for fame. That’s a bullshit reason. I wasn’t inking my name for glory. I did it for a different reason, kiddo. I want blood. I want to hear your bones break, and feel your flesh tear as I take you to the mat and hear you cry for mercy.” I sneered. A small flash, it could have been Her… but the sneer wasn’t Dru’s, no, it had no gentility behind it. My smile was hellish. Sickeningly sweet, but with the pang of absolute hatred within.
“I want to watch you bleed, River. I want you to bear witness to the ascension of a new demon in the Pantheon of absolute Hell. The depth of which even Dante dared not venture. Are you ready? Are you worthy? Can you feel the heat, River? Are you ready to taste your own mortality?” I moved closer to the exit, the bright red neon glowing like a last chance warning. As I walked, the camera caught the scars down my back, deep and unforgiving. Another snapshot of the hand I had been dealt. I turned to look over my shoulder, snarling softly. “Don’t expect me to go easy, girl. That ain’t in me. Ain’t what I was bred for. Ain’t how I was raised.” I leaned against the doorframe for a moment, but then turned one last time. “Mercy don’t live here, kid. Know that.” I growled, before I took a heavy breath and turned around to face the camera, one last time.
“When they gave you my name, girl, you shoulda run. Cuz I ain’t letting you walk away.” I rolled my shoulders, allowing the joints to emit a sickening *POP*, and I signed softly. “You ain’t gonna be so Rosey and Pretty after the 17th. I’m the Butcher babe, and all you are is my Sacrificial Lamb… And I ain’t gonna make it quick or painless.” I smiled, blowing a kiss.
“See ya Sunday, River. Enjoy the carnage, cuz it’s coming.”
I stepped through the doorway, and a crowd went wild, chanting my name. But who was it? Where was I? As the camera went dark, the first punch rang out and it was grotesque.
Where was I? I’d been in the Underground for years, and was quite the expensive pony. Admittedly, I didn’t look like much, but as these morons found out, I was vicious. I’d taken out men and women twice my weight, and some I’d crippled. That was their risk, one I welcomed. I didn’t have to rein in my rage. I didn’t have to heel my hatred.
As he circled me, I watched his movements, watching him fake a left and throw a right. I took the hit, learning his strategy. I spat blood at the mat and grinned as I went for it. Blow for blow. Strike for strike. I worked him down. We traded jabs but when he went for his fake, I blasted him with a hard left uppercut and felt his jaw crack under the pressure. I heard him whimper.
I smirked.
I pushed him to the center of the mat, he tried to kick my ribs but I grabbed his ankle and slammed his knee into mine. Snapping it. He went down and I dropped an elbow to his chest. Full weight.
The way he cried out, well, it sang to me. It fed me. The announcer was hyping the current match…
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the lovely lady before you, the brutal bitch, has her first ever event with New Edge Wrestling Sunday! Let’s give her a hand!” As the crowd went wild, I rolled my eyes. But, it just fueled me.
I groaned, watching my opponent fight for every inch his body gave him to lift from the mat. It wasn’t much, but it did give me the opportunity to snap his jaw.
“Oh! Now, that had to hurt!” The announcer cringed as the echo of the breaking joint rang out. I grabbed him by the elbow and swung him around, until he ended up face first in the cage; ripping his forehead wide open. But, he didn’t tap out. He spun; dazed, and lunged for me. He connected with a hook to my nose and slammed my head to the side.
I growled, but lashed out. A headbutt whipped his head back, and he crumpled to the mat. I stood there. Growling. Bleeding. I spat blood down at him as I raised my gloved hands in the air. He was unconscious. Once the announcer relayed my win, I rallied up and over the cage wall, took my payout and sauntered off. Sure, it hurt, but in truth; it felt Amazing.
I was coming for New Edge and all of their talent.
This was the next era. This was the beginning. The houses of La Roux and White would reign supreme.
This was the Era of The Blood Queen.
The Massacre of New Edge Wrestling was on the horizon.
Sunday couldn’t arrive fast enough. I was hungry for slaughter. My blood boiled at the thought of walking into that arena this weekend, and inciting the riot of change.
My time was now.
It was going to be a fucking blood bath!
It was going to be a fucking blood bath!