”Unspeakable things occur in the darkness shroud
You are fooling yourself if you think battling them is an easy fight
All of those fears, spoken from the back of your mind aloud
Rest assured, what is done in the dark will be brought to the light”
And so it was said by the Sisters of Light
The Darkness is upon us
The cold stone walls drip with dew in this dimly lit dungeon. The semi rusted shackles hanging from the walls and the various lit torches give off a medieval prison sort of feel. In the middle of the room, a young man rests down on his knees. His buttocks are exposed beneath the leather chaps adorning his legs, and his bare flesh trembles at the cold radiating from the winter grounds. He obediently holds his hands behind his back, clutching onto his left wrist as he bows his head low. The vapors from his breaths trickle from his shivering lips into the darkened room, but he doesn’t make a sound. His entire head is covered in a leather mask, shy of his deep, dark brown eyes, and his lusciously plump lips. He flexes his muscles a bit to produce some sort of warmth for his nearly naked body. He sighs in temporary relief as a small amount of heat produces a steam from his skin, making him cold once again. The slow, obnoxiously loud creaking sound echoes from within the room as his eyes dart up toward the stairs of the cellar. They are now filled with hope until a clicking sound destroys any hope. He looks back down at the ground as the clicking gets louder, accompanied by a low tone scratching. Scrrrrratch. Clank. Click. Scrrrrrrrrrrratch. Clank. Click… As the sounds get louder, the man’s eyes close and his mouth gapes open. He takes in slow and steady breaths. The scuffling of shoes across the grainy brick flooring makes his breaths become shallower. A loud laugh echoes off of the walls and through his ears as the click/scratch noises continue. At the bottom of the staircase, a woman stands, clad in faded black jeans and a flame printed shirt. Her chestnut hair bounces at her sides as she flashes her big brown eyes at the man on the ground. She slowly circles him, flicking her Zippo lighter open, igniting it, and then extinguishing it. She teases him by igniting it right in front of his face, and then laughing as he flinches slightly. After circling him a couple more times, she kneels down and kisses the top of his head, rubbing it playfully as he sits there in his own shame.
Electra: Awww, you are no fun. You should know that I wouldn’t ever light you on fire, kitty.
She flicks her lighter open once again, staring into the flame with excitement and intrigue. She manages to fight the urge to keep her eyes open, and clinches them tightly for a moment. A half smile creeps onto her face as she brings the flame ever so delicately close to his hardened and exposed nipple. He shakes, but doesn’t make a sound, causing Electra to laugh once again.
Electra: Well, I guess one should never say never, right? I wouldn’t want you to think I was a liar, now would I?
She removes the lighter from his personal bubble, flicking her tongue against her lips in excitement. She stands up and continues to circle him, pondering to herself She raises her free hand up to her chin, stroking it curiously as she tries to figure the best way to convey what she means. After a moment of deliberation, she raises a finger into the air successfully.
Electra: I am less likely to light you on fire in comparison to many others. Don’t you find any comfort in that at all?
Electra grits her teeth together as the man sits there silently. She smacks him across the face with the lighter in the palm of her hand, and then she stomps angrily. She yanks on the strings on the back of his head so that he looks directly up at her. His mouth opens in shock, and his eyes light up with an urgent sense of danger as he sees the fire of the torches reflecting in hers.
Electra: Look what you made me do! You made me drop my lighter on the ground, and the spring popped out. It is broken, and it is all because of you!
She gathers up the pieces of the lighter as the poignant clicking of heels is heard coming down the stairs. It doesn’t take long before the latex boots hit the cellar floor. Scanning up the fishnet stockings to the tantalizingly short leather skirt, his eyes show some form of relief. The leather corset with red lace trim excites him, but it is the pale white skin and dark red lipstick that brings on the final sigh. Her blue-green eyes are lit up, but she pays him no mind. The rejection stings as Roxanne seductively walks along the floor. She stops right in front of him, but turns to Electra. She runs her fingers through the delicately wavy brown hair and down her silky smooth cheek. She kisses the top of Electra’s head, and the corners of her lips curl up just a bit in a warm smile.
Roxanne: My kitten… You are so broken on the inside. So fragile, so vulnerable, so… so precious. That is why I love you like a child, because you are like a child. Purr my darling…
Obediently, Electra purrs a little as Roxanne scratches gently under her chin. She reaches around and hugs onto Roxanne’s leg. Roxanne helps her up and surprises her by handing a brand new, blue flame printed Zippo lighter. Electra gasps in delight and immediately flips it open. She looks at Roxanne who smiles brightly this time. She puts her finger on the wheel, but waits for Roxanne’s response to her silent inquiries.
Roxanne: Yes, it has been filled as well. Only the best for my kitten.
Electra runs off, flicking the lighter. Click. Scrrrratch. Clank. Click. Scrrrrrrrrrratch. Clank. She disappears up the stairs like a child on Christmas morning, off to play with her new toy. Roxanne’s joyful eyes fade as she looks down at the man sitting on the ground obediently. By comparison, Roxanne should be happier to see such loyalty and sanity, but she looks down at him in disgust. She rolls her eyes and then reaches up from the ceiling. She pulls down a long tow chain and she hooks it onto the ring at the bottom of his mask. She yanks on it and immediately he springs up.
Roxanne: I will not tolerate disobedience, boy. The next time you decide to speak to my kitten that way, you will spend two days in the cellar, on your knees… over raw rice. If you thought I was cruel dressing you in chaps and a thong, just wait and see what else you will be missing if you decide to act out that way again.
Boy: Yes mistress. It was wrong of me to do.
Roxanne spins around and her eyes flare open. She opens her lips that are quivering in anger. She flicks her leg up and it comes crashing down on the chain, dragging him back down harshly to the ground. She hunches over his knelt down body and zips shut the mouth piece of the mask.
Roxanne: You are damn right it was wrong to do. Do you know what else is wrong to do? Speaking when you have not been given permission. If I weren’t expecting guests, I would lock you back up for the rest of the evening as well.
He nods his head and looks down. Despite the harshness of her words, he adores her for them as he gets on his hands and knees. Roxanne lets up on the chain and turns back toward the stairs. He walks like a dog to the stairs, slowly walks up behind Roxanne. He is careful to stay five paces behind her at all times to avoid any more solitude. As they walk up the stairs to the cellar, a faint light hits his eyes, making him clinch them to allow them to adjust. Roxanne tugs him along through what would appear to be a basement. The pipes drip lightly, echoing throughout the concrete structure. As they come to the stairs, Roxanne turns her head ever so slightly with a loving look spread upon her face. She pushes open the heavy wooden door to an almost medieval looking hallway. Electra is sitting there flicking her lighter open and closed, sparking the large flame and watching it extinguish with a child-like amusement. Roxanne wraps the chain around the concrete post leading up another flight of stairs. She gently pats Electra on her head in a loving manner.
Roxanne: Kitten, I’m afraid I have to ask you to wait upstairs in your room.
Electra: I will, but I want you to know that it is pure bullshit that I have to concede to that delusional cow, and I don’t think you should either.
Roxanne’s nostrils flare as she looks over to Electra. A small “eep” noise escapes her lips as she jumps back. The slave boy’s eyes light up in what can only be expressed as a smile upon his face. His posture fades momentarily as he gently points at her. Electra sticks her tongue out, prompting him to stop his taunting immediately. Roxanne spins around, clinching her jaw.
Roxanne: Somebody is begging for something even more harsh than rice. How about two spike straps?
Roxanne turns to Electra who also forces the smile off of her face in a hurry.
Roxanne: And remember, even though I have certain loyalties to you, that doesn’t mean that I am above punishing you. I have done it before, and I am damn sure to do it again if you refuse to respect my authority and my decisions.
Electra: You better not bow to her. She isn’t Queen of anything but a bunch of psychos.
Roxanne: You had better move along upstairs because they will be here any minute, and if I so much as hear a peep from you, then you might be pulling ash tray duty tonight instead of Boy.
Electra rolls her eyes and Roxanne swiftly pulls the lighter from her hand. She places in on the ground, and then puts her six inch stiletto heel against it, threatening to stomp it to oblivion and Electra nearly wails out. She waves her hands in the air in surrender. She falls to her knees and hugs onto Roxanne’s leg. Roxanne straightens up her posture and begins rubbing the top of Electra’s head gently. She removes her heel from the lighter and Electra quickly scoops it up. She runs up the stairs in a hurry, just as the doorbell rings. Roxanne gets a sly smirk on her face as she grabs onto the tow chain containing Boy. She walks him toward the door, opening it with authority. Who should be standing there but Mr. Erik Staggs, Misty, and Giani Di Luca. She gives Erik a gentle hug and motions for him to enter. He carries a bottle of red wine in his hand as an offering. Giani offers Roxanne a purple rose and genuflects for her. She smirks and lifts him back to both feet. She motions for him to enter next. The last one standing on the porch is Misty. The two share an intense stare down. After the match they put on together several months ago, the award winning Bloodbath match, this was the moment of truth. Could all of that animosity truly disappear within the snap of a finger? Strangely enough, it is. Both women smile and lock up for a sincere embrace.
Roxanne: Misty… I am truly glad you could join us tonight for the dinner.
Misty: I am honored to attend. Thank you for opening your home to me after everything we have been through.
Erik: It is all in the past, ladies. We are about progress, and it is very heart warming to see that you two can coincide like this. No group of Bombshells can hold a candle to what you two are capable together.
Misty and Roxanne both nod their heads with wicked smiles on their faces. Roxanne turns to Misty in a display of respect. She kneels down on one knee for a brief moment. Misty smirks and teases at Roxanne.
Misty: You call that a bow, Roxie?
Roxanne: Well, contrary to popular belief, I haven’t been on my knees since I learned to walk so you should feel honored, my Queen.
Roxanne flicks her tongue out in a playfully venomous way. Misty nods in acceptance of this. Roxanne motions for her to enter along with the others. In the corner, Giani is sickened, yet intrigued by some of the art of ancient S&M acts depicted along the walls. He picks up a trinket and studies it as Roxanne tries not to giggle. Misty proceeds to the center of the foyer where Erik is standing and Roxanne picks up the tow chain, bringing her Boy and her guests into the rustic looking living room. She offers them a seat around the round glass table in front of a lit fireplace. Roxanne pulls a cigarette from her case hidden in her corset and she lights it up, taking a long hard drag from it. Erik pulls two cigars from his pocket and hands one over to Giani as Misty sits there, looking curiously at Roxanne as she pulls the chain from around Boy’s collar. Boy lies down on the table and Roxanne locks him in his shackles.
Roxanne: Dinner should be ready here in a moment.
Roxanne’s guests look on in curiosity as Roxanne spins the table around to where Boy’s head is in front of her crimson red chase lounge chair. She smirks as she reaches over and unzips Boy’s mouth hole and he obediently opens his mouth as she ashes inside of his mouth as if it were nothing. Misty looks a bit appalled, but keeps it to herself. Erik raises an eyebrow and then tucks the cigar back in his mouth. Giani shrugs his shoulders and lights the cigar anyway. In order to break the awkward silence, Erik quickly being speaking.
Erik: So… Um, it is a lovely home you have here Roxanne.
Roxanne: Yes, I know. Outside of wrestling, I have cut a major modeling deal with Leather Goddess clothing. Not to mention turning down wrestling deals all around the world. I have believed in your cause since the day you stepped into SCW, Erik, and I am willing to fight for it.
The rest of her guests nod their heads in agreement as Giani spins the table around. He forces his ashes into Boy’s mouth in an almost sick sort of manner, enjoying it. Roxanne smirks as she sees this and brings the long cigarette to her crimson lips, dragging long and deep.
Erik: You certainly have not learned to be humble in your time off, have you?
Roxanne pulls the cigarette away, releasing a slow stream of silvery smoke from her lips as a smile spreads over her face. She gently crosses her legs, leaning back, tempting every man in the room with her ample bosom, and had she not been mistaken, possibly Misty as well.
Roxanne: Humble? Why should I be humble about anything? I am one of the best in the business, man or woman. I could go out there right now and win any title I wanted in any of the alliance feds. I would be unstoppable, and I think even the imbeciles in charge of Sin City Wrestling know that too. If not, they would not keep giving me problems with my official contract signing. No offense to you, Misty, of course.
Misty: Of course…
Misty doesn’t look very pleased with Roxanne’s claim, but for the sake of maintaining unity with her teammate, she lets this one slide. After all, Roxanne did make an attempt at bowing, which was something she would never do normally. Roxanne looks over to Erik, resting her blue-green eyes on him for just a moment.
Roxanne: This special appearance will only be the beginning for us and our cause, Erik. It is hard to believe that you didn’t book this match all by yourself, because any one of my teammates could handle all three of those losers all by themselves. The fact that all three of us are in this match makes it seem like a joke.
Erik: There is no way any match with any member of Team Erik could be considered a joke.
Roxanne: Undoubtedly. It just seems like an easy way for us to get over. Necra, Amy, and myself… there is no way we will lose. Who has even heard from Becky “Ragdoll” Jones in ages around here. Sure she won the Bombshell Roulette and Bombshell tag belts, but that was quite a while ago.
Giani spins the table around once more, ashing into Boy’s mouth, burning his lips with the tip on “accident”. He lets out a loud, sarcastic “Oooops!” as Roxanne shrugs it off. She is too deep into her rant to let anyone else interrupt that.
Roxanne: And Karina Koji. Can anyone say “Lame Romanian Kittie Knock-off”? What has she done besides riding off of Despayre’s fame over the last few months? She is nothing, and probably the second weakest link in this match. She is a former one time champion who didn’t make it past the first defense, and since then has been a whole lot of nothing. If she were to step to the likes of any Sister, she would wind up defeated within seconds. She might be crazy, but isn’t there some sort of prerequisite for a mental disorder to sign a contract with Sin City Wrestling?
Giani: Ey! Whaddaya talkin’ about, Roxie. I got no mental disabilities.
Roxanne: You come from the Jersey Shore, that’s your disability. But, as I was saying… Karina Koji is nothing but a handicap to her already handicapped team. I don’t know whether to be happy about an easy match, or be offended that they are throwing this sort of rubbish in front of Sisters of Light… in front of Team Erik.
Erik nods his head, almost looking as if he is getting sick from the idea of what has been put out in front of his team. Roxanne shakes her head in disgust, joined in by Misty as well. Giani is too occupied with his own sadistic joys of torturing the human ashtray.
Misty: If that is what they want to do to us, then perhaps we will just take out the trash and prove to them that we are the premiere talent in Sin City Wrestling. Our side has the best talent of the company, and there is nothing they can do to stop us from taking over.
Roxanne: Oh, but we have forgotten about Faith. The best up and coming Bombshell trained by the ever so “important” Spike Staggs. She is the east side trash trying to pose as a legitimate competitor. She is the big heaping pile of shit that Spike Staggs decided to form into his likeness. She squeaked by Amy a few weeks ago, and still couldn’t clinch gold. Faith choked, and she will choke all over again when she steps in the ring with three legends. We will make an example of this piece of gutter trash, and there is nothing that will get in our way. Sisters of Light will go out there and make you proud, Erik. We will come out victorious; all sides of your team will show that there are strength in numbers…
As Roxanne puts out her cigarette on Boy’s tongue as a young blonde woman dressed in a leather top and matching chaps comes out and whispers into Roxanne’s ears. Roxanne nods her head with a smile and slowly uncrosses her legs. She leans off of the chair and stands up in front of her guests to address them.
Roxanne: Dinner is served. If you would all kindly follow me to the dining room…
Roxanne waits for her guests to stand. Giani puts out his cigar in Boy’s mouth, nearly choking him with the tobacco and the burn. He remains obedient as he simply sputters it out onto his lips. Roxanne turns toward a wooden door, leading her guests into the dining room. As she pushes through the door, her guests seem mildly shocked at what they see. Laid out upon the table is a lovely buffet style spread. A lovely tossed salad, a colorful vegetable medley, seasoned potatoes, a bread and butter tray, and Chicken Marsala… all displayed over leather clad hunks chained down to the table. Their well-oiled bodies shine in the lovely candle-lit atmosphere. Misty looks quietly disturbed while Giani and Erik exchange a glance of disgust. Being polite, they don’t utter a word as Roxanne offers her guests plates.
Roxanne: Dig in…
Roxanne’s lips part into a glorious smile as she motions for her guests to start before her. They reluctantly step to the line and work their way down as the scene fades… TO BLACK!
”Now is the time to cower in fear, for it has begun
Once these three very different souls unite
With so much power, we will be stopped by none
Rest assured, what is done in the dark will be brought to the light”
And so it was said by the Sisters of Light
The Darkness is upon us
