The Royal Eight
Melissa Aki sat in her red silk kimono, sipping a rum and coke, the night after Climax Control. She never wanted to be one of those sycophants that would join in the after show party. Like, you beat each other up and then go to a bar and drink together? Firstly it didn’t make sense and secondly it was hardly the way to keep a healthy body. She was on a white faux leather couch, the fake fire was roaring away and she just needed this time to reflect.
Just as she was thinking about what happened there was a knock at the door. She sighed, slowly walked over and opened the door. Standing opposite her was her sister Hannah, looking stunning as always. At first she had not recognised her with the obvious wig she was wearing but then as she barged in and went over to mix herself a drink from the mini bar she could tell who it was.
“Nice to see you too, Han!”
She mixed her drink and sat on the couch. Maki sighed and joined her.
“I have had the worst night and I am in this hell hole. How you put up with it I don’t know.”
“What are you doing here? Also, it’s a fact I didn’t have the greatest night either thanks for asking.”
Maki just stared at her sister, the model, sitting in a wonderful sequin cocktail dress. Sometimes she wished she had killed her the many times she tried and failed as children. Then that nice side of her realised how much she loves her too.
“Well, I doubt it was worse than mine.” Hannah stated and whipped her long hair back. “I was at this party and I had to schmooze with some agents and then all of a sudden I was told we were going to a god damn sin city viewing party. So I am like ‘yeah i love that movie’ little did I know we had to watch you fight and fail. It was like every five minutes and this fashion designer says to me how much she loves you and you kick arse. So I am like rolling my eyes and then you get thrown out fourth. Like, seriously, they even realised that we were related. You totes embarrassed me! I had to explain that my older sister is a moron and a failure. How do you think that made me look?”
It was Maki’s turn to roll her eyes as deep within her there was a stirring and the words ‘Let me out’ sprung into her mind. She knew Daniela did not like Hannah and she would kill her if she let her so she struggled to hold her down as any slip could mean the end of her sister.
“Oh thanks Han. Nice to know my sister loves me so much. I was destroying all those bitches, thank you very much. I got rid of Vargas. I was over exuberant is all and I really wanted to mash Evie’s face with a grater but that stupid moron Jessie Salco is going to get annihilated at Violent Conduct so don’t you worry. So she is a fan of me? Instead of looking at it as I failed, why don’t you see it as an opportunity to win yourself a contract. Hell, I will do what I can for you. I will go to dinner with her, give her some merch, whatever you need. So be nice and I will be nice to you. Oh and I proved in that match that I am one of the toughest women in the entire company. I gave Alicia Lukas a little note to say I can take her out whenever I want. Let her lose to Evie again. I don’t care. Jessie is next.” She trailed off.
“Aren’t you the most loving sister ever? So what you’re trying to say is that Donna Karen would only hire me because of you? Mel, you need to wind in that ego of yours. She is a fan for some explicable reason but that does not mean I need your help. I don’t give a damn what match you have next or why you failed. You think because of your schizophrenia that you somehow matter or are different? You’re a clown and the whole world knows it. Mum and Dad know it. Your companies hire you because you’re a loser. You show up, play miss Schizo, beat some chumps and choke when it matters most. I despair of you sometimes. I don’t even know why I am here!
Maki’s face tightened as she played with her hair, which was always the precursor to her crazy mood swings. She drew a deep breath to try to hold it at bay.
“Call me schizo again and I swear Han you will not like it. I know what’s your problem and why you felt the need to come here and be a mega bitch. You want my help with Donna. You were impressed by my performance as one of the royal eight and you know I am going to ridicule that damn Jessie bitch. You knew you were going to watch the show so you tagged along because you wanted to see your sister in action. I get it. Now kindly leave before something bad happens to you.
Maki pushes her sister to the door and turns her back as Hannah walks back toward her and whispers… “Dumb schizo bitch” Melissa’s eyes turn black, her face whitens and the veins on her cheeks turn black. Her eyes start to bleed and turn black. She grabs Hannah by her hair and slams her head first into the tv which crackles from the impact. She drags her into the bathroom and slams her head off the basin and then slams her head into the mirror before Danielahouse Kicking her into the bath. She turns to the camera and stares at us and then the screen slowly turns to red as we fade.
The Day Daniela Came Forth - A Short Memoir
The human race is so gullible much like the demon race. Demons believe humans are all vessels to easily inhabit but alas they aren’t. Some fight you off, some are mentally tough and there is no way in. You have to find the time to attach yourself. True, you can latch on and slowly shred their psyche and worm your way in but for a demon we all have our quota to fill and a damned supervisor giving us shit. In a normal job you would get told in no uncertain terms your failings but with a demonic supervisor they can literally kill you and yes demons can be killed. It’s a very stressful existence. You don’t have an endless amount of time, even if it's a linear concept, you have to haunt millions of people at the same time in the hope you can either possess them or do a deal for their soul.
Humans on the other hand have even more limited time before you can reap their souls and they see demons as always being the way we are portrayed in their moving pictures. It is not what we are about and it is not so easy. Not once in my possession of my favourite vessel have I spoken in Latin through her, not once has she projectile vomited. Never has she killed someone with me riding her. I do not slowly take over someone like in the movies. If there is a way in I take it. When I visited her she was psychologically broken. That was my way in. Temptation only goes so far. Broken humans are the easiest and best way to grab their soul and with the thing called Melissa it was so easy.
She had left the comfort of England and her family to pursue her dream. She knew and anyone who came into contact with her knew she had superstar humanoid material. She was tough as any female human I have had contact with or possessed but she was slightly insane. Five minutes inside of her I knew what she didn’t let others know. She is a high functioning sociopath. She can be all cute, loving and bouncy, I believe the term is, but that is a front to get what she wants. She will take you out without hesitation and she even defeated her ‘love’ and went crazy trying to end her all because winning a stupid wrestling match and that shiny belt of metal means more to her than anything.
Sociopaths are also seen in such a negative light in the human’s sphere of falsehoods. Yes sociopaths kill but most of them do not and find fame and fortune easily because they do not care who they hurt, who they bypass to reach that end goal but even sociopaths can meet their masters. In my demonic worlds we are very hierarchical and psychopaths superceed Sociopaths and Melissa found herself in such a circumstance. I always enjoyed possessing a true sociopath as it was far easier for me to come out and be invisible as the entity was already a son of a bitch.
Melissa met this guy Tommy Starr. They hit it off because both could see they were disordered and both tried to use the other for greater stardom but in any exchange someone has to take the lead. No one is equal in any world I have frequented. Whichever humans are reading this they will know in their organs that someone in the relationship is dominant over the other and the vessel being so strong he had to slowly control her but it wasn’t so easy as she is a feisty human so he took to fighting her or beating her as you things call it. She would fight back but he took control slowly and she started to loosen her grip on herself which is where I came in.
At the time of the beatings and the hidden scars a rumble was heard down below and I was next in line to get the newest available soul so I passed inside her fairly easily as she was becoming more broken mentally and physically. Once inside I knew this possession could be absolute, due to mitigating factors. She was broken, she was a sociopath, she was a wrestler. All these things shone through as an easy win but trust me it hasn’t been one for a long time and I am still fighting for control.
So as I sat inside the vessel, tasting all her thoughts, sliding around her subconscious I let the abuse continue. Why wouldn’t I? I am a demon after all! My goal is to ensnare her soul. The beatings got worse and then one night I realised this psychopath was not going to let her be just a broken shell but he needed to own her entirely which would include me and this was my vessel and not his. So he embarked on raping her and did so after a huge struggle and I was still pondering how far to let him take things but as he was raping her I was thrust back down under by my superior and then by the time I had reached the vessel again she had beaten him up and kicked him out. It was such a shame because I really wanted to wait for the right time and then end his life and suck out his soul.
I was inhabiting this guy named Jeff and he was some football player or something and he just sold his soul to me so I won him something called a super cup. Not sure what the name of it was. Suddenly, I let out a blood curdling scream from inside of him and that meant one of my vessels was in mortal danger so I did what all good demons would do which is to protect your vessel at all costs. I slide back inside of her and her wrists are cut and she is laying in a bath, which if you know, is the way down under. I had prepared the vessel for my takeover and she was destroying all my hard work! I moved into her sister Hannah’s body, who was another I had possession of, took over and got her there just in time to stop the demise of the vessel.
She was saved. Hallelujah. Amen. All that contrite bullshit. She was taken to the hospital. They had saved her but while she was alone in her bed I made an appearance in the window at night and told her that I was now a part of her unless she would give me her soul and I would leave her alone. Credit to the vessel she didn’t even look shocked. She has never given me her soul to this point in your time. She stoically said no to me. She didn’t want me to possess her and she was fine without me. I tried to do a deal with her. Imagine. Me doing a deal to possess a human! I knew I could get inside of her anytime I wanted but contrary to your beliefs I do need to be allowed to take over completely.
So as I was pondering how to break her even further to let her give me that access I found a way to do a deal. She was leaving the hospital so I quickly took over possession of that Tommy guy, got him to attack her on her way out and then left his body and transferred into hers and deep inside all she said was, “yes!” I admit I killed him. I put him face first through the windshield of a car parked nearby. Everyone thought it had been Melissa. I had to takeover quite a few people to get her off without a murder charge but she was free of him. I had the perfect way to deal with her and take over. Once all the stupid human rules had been sorted and she was in the bathroom of her apartment, I appeared in the mirror as I often do to talk to her. It kind of went down like this:
Give me complete control. I saved you from that moron.
I saved me.
Did not.
Yes I did.
How?
I killed him.
I killed him.
Did not.
Okay. I want control of you. What will it take to get it?
I want a vegan cheese stuffed crust pizza!
No one makes those!
I KNOW!
Look, this is pointless. I can really help you in your career, you know.
How so?
I can do the things your conscious brain won’t allow you to.
Hmmm, like what?
Say you’re in a tough fight and you give me control I will maim them to the point you can win!
So what you’re saying is that I control myself but if I need it I allow you control?
Yes. The condition is when I say free me you release me to take over.
Free me?
Or Let me out. Any of those work
They sound like safe words when you’re hog tied in an S&M orgy.
Trust me your whole career will get a boost.
From a demonic possession?
Yes.
I dunno. The remake of the omen was pretty badly received.
Imagine one of your deathmatches. You’re almost gone. You let me out and you win!
What’s in it for you?
I get to unleash hell and I get to reap their souls in the process.
So this is what doing a deal with the devil means.
I am not the devil.
Fair enough. Demon.
You agree?
Trial basis and see how it goes.
Thank you, vessel.
Maki.
Vessel.
And on it went for your earthly hours. The deal was struck but over time I have taken more control of her. I even trapped her down under once. Once the pact is made on her behalf I can do what I want. She does try to take control and we fight internally about it but my role has always been to protect the vessel at all costs. I protect her and her soul will be mine. I lose her to possess and I lose the chance to reap all of those thirsty bitches. Now I have written this down for the human world to see while using Jeff’s body you will now know I am real. She is not some kind of schizophrenic. I am real and either myself or some other demon is controlling you. Just think about that and for Jessie Salco - I am in control now. Be scared because come Violent Conduct your body is mine, your soul is mine and I aim to honour my pact with the vessel and tear you limb from limb.
A Violent Disorder
Standing in her hotel room with her back to us, facing the cream coloured wall next to the TV was Melissa Aki. She was wearing a pink tutu over knee length black and pink socks. Her very long black hair flowing down to her bum, it moved as she swayed from side to side. We then moved along to her wrists, with bright pink and black bangles on them and we could make out some thick gloves on them but the front of them were pushed against the wall.
“All you had to do was take your defeat. Taste the acrid water of the swimming pool, swallow down that chlorine infested liquid, take your loss and move on Jessie. It really was that simple. Instead your humiliation could not be allowed to stand so you had to pull me down with you. Why, Jessie? Why did you do this to yourself? I would have just taken you to be a loser like Roxy or Alicia who just cannot get the job done but instead you caught my ire and my beady eye became your torture. I still find it hard to comprehend your Robert Johnson but instead of doing a deal with the devil you did an about turn and twisted that on it’s head and forced the demoness to come out. I am sure you regret this now, don’t you, Jessie?
She started to scratch at the walls, even though we couldn’t see it the audible was loud enough. She still would not face the camera.
“It is as if you have a violent disorder. You need to feel the eyes of the world on you otherwise you sink into a collapse of your subconscious and have to sit face to face with your hatred of yourself. There can be no other reason why you have goaded me and my demoness. Maybe you were frightened so you wanted to get ahead of it and take me out. An interesting concept which I am sure you must have had help from your little group of sycophantic god damned pussies. You do not have the power of the mind to come up with such an atrocious attack on me. I, in my right, deserved recompense for such a cowardly act but it was the first time you witnessed my love of pain and blood. Yet, somehow, in that moment of pain and bloodshed I respected you. I got you pinned and you got me back but to cut me flesh open like a chicken fillet and then except that it would be over again showed your lack of knowledge. Ask anyone in our profession, Jessie, what is to face Maki, what you did in your attack and they would brand you as foolish and warn you that your time is limited to breathe in the toxic air of this twirling globe. Ha but of course you and your band of merry simpletons would never ever think you were at fault. I deserved it, right? Of course I did but you did more and this is where this little story takes a turn for the worse.
The scratching got louder and then weirdly Maki started to hum to the tune of the nursery rhyme Ring-a-ring-a-roses before she cackled loudly.
“You might sit in your little ivory tower wondering how events got escalated to the point they have but then you decided to do something abhorrent even for the likes of me. I went to challenge you for your antics while calling me the baddie in this simmering feud. What you did was disgusting and unlawful. I might take great enjoyment in my own torture and in yours. I may take things a step too far sometimes but I stop short at full on murder. The fact that you felt it was fine to not only run me over with your killing machine but then you reversed OVER me just to make sure I was dead but you cannot kill something which exists in between time and space, betwixt two different worlds yet you thought you could. It’s very quaint but it pissed me off and now you face a whole different breed of death. You see, Daniela was a passenger, enjoying this little tete-a-tete between us but when you tried to murder me, her vessel, you brought your own death and not mine. Oh how she wants to eat your organs, rip them from your flesh and gorge herself on you.
While I was on the ground suffering internal bleeding, covered in blood, my bones broken, half dead she took over and oh since then you have been running scared, haven’t you, Jessie? Do you see her in your dreams? Does she frequent every step you take? Every single sound that you hear you jump out of your skin, don’t you? Daniela feeds on your fear and not just that but you reek of it. You’re scared shitless as you should be, darling. You have done all you can to wipe me off the face of the earth and I am still here, I am still haunting you. Was it worth it in the end, Salco? I know when you’re in the hospital, tubes coming out of your orifices, when you’re eating through a damned straw that you will remember that one moment that brought you to the brink of the end of your life and you will regret it because not only have you faced the toughest, psychotic, son of a whore in the wrestling business but now Daniela wants your soul in the worst way. You brought all of this on yourself.
She slowly turned around, her face was paler than at any time in her life, her eyes were crying blood,the gloves on her hands were covered in barb wire and she was just wearing a black bra with blood covering them from obvious marks of flesh being ripped.
“You see I do not need these weapons in the ring or out of it, I do not need to throw you into the barbwire ceiling to this cage. I am bringing my own weapons. Chamber of Extreme was your choice, Jessie and like everything else I have witnessed to this point in time it is so foolish I would consider if you aren’t slightly retarded. Why would you do this to yourself? Why would you want to be trapped in a cage like this with me? It beggars belief. This is literally the worst idea you could come up with. You are trapped in the cage with Daniela and I. Hell, as you’re so pitiful and moronic I might deny Daniela the chance to exact her willful punishment. I want you. I want you to feel every cut, feel the pain and fear as i rip out your eyeballs with my gloves and when the time comes…
We pan to the bedside table and there are two black wrestling boots covered in barb wire and then back to Maki.
“ A normal Makihouse kick would knock you out for longer than a ten count but now imagine with the barbed wire boots, my love. Imaging your face ripping apart as it connects or maybe how the superkick party will feel. I am getting ahead of myself again. Hahaha. I am a loon sometimes! Back to the point at hand.
The cage.
The end of everything you hold close to your heart.
As we have attested to, honeylove, you’re not the smartest tool in the drawer and unlike me you are not one for homework and seeing who your foe is. You go on instinct and it worked for a time but recently you cannot even buy a win. Why do you think that is? It takes more than living off your wits, it takes more than violent conduct to win a match. If you had done your research I have won EVERY cage match I have ever been in. I have had more deathmatches in my career than you have had chicken sandwiches. This is my house. This is where I do my best work. I love to be trapped, I love an opponent that is paradoxically scared of me and also underrated me. I find it hard to believe I am underrated by anyone but here we are. I came here for the gold and if this hellacious destruction of you gets me a shot then it will have been worth it. How have I held some of the biggest titles in the world and become a worldwide name in this industry? Oh skill and talent for sure but that only gets you so far and you’re talented Jessie that’s for sure. I have watched your matches and you strike out so often it's like watching Evie decimate Alicia on loop. You lack so many factors that bring you to the big table to dine in hell. All these factors sets people like me and Evie apart from the likes of you and Roxy. Killer instinct. The love of causing pain and inflicting pain on myself. The fundamental flaw in your game isn’t your lack of intellect but it is the fact as I alluded to earlier that you just do not plan. I am at least three steps ahead of you because I am superior yes but also because I have researched you and your matches and I know what you’re going to do before you do it. So grab those weapons and make me bleed and I will lick the blood off my face, drink it down and then spit it in your god damned face. Give me everything you have because when the boot hits, when your blood spatters, you have no other option but to fall at my feet. That is written in stone and when I have ended your reign of terror at my expense I will move on to bigger and better things while you languish with your own torment. Maybe as you convalesce Daniela will pay you a visit. She is always wanting more vessels to play with but this victory will be all mine.
Sleep well tonight, honeylove and have wonderful dreams.
She winks and walks over to the barbed wire boots and drags them over her thighs, the flesh starts to tear, blood starts to pour down her legs and she lets out an excited gasp as we fade.