[Mark Ward]

 Post all roleplays for this match here.
Limit: One roleplay per week, per team. 5000 word limit.
Going over the 5000 word limit results in an instant DQ
Good luck!

[Evie Baang]

  If you want something you’ve never had, then you’ve got to do something you’ve never done… what have I never done? I have never trusted anyone with anything and next Sunday night I must put my career into the tiny hands of a midget known as Miss Minnie and pray to God that we can make this tag team thing work.

Trust is such a strong word that gets thrown around way to effortlessly lately. My father always told me that trust is like a piece of paper and once it’s crushed and crumbled in can never be perfect once more. I know it sounds absurd I mean how could I not trust the whole 21 inches of Miss Minnie? She has never doubled crossed me, she has never done a single thing wrong probably in her entire life but here I am sitting in a pool of frustration knowing that I must trust her to keep my Sin City Wrestling career alive. All because of one man… Mark Hot Stuff Ward.

A man who couldn’t trust me and my actions so he has set out to punish me and control me like the rest of the puppets that parade around Sin City Wrestling. Little does he know, I’m like a storm in a tea cup right now, just waiting patiently to be knocked over and once I see even the slightest chance of making him regret his recent actions. I will be all over it, he will regret placing these restrictions on me and there will be nothing can do or say that will stop me.

He thinks I’m driven by money, he thinks I’m drive by a friendship with Benjamin Jordan and he thinks that these are the reasons and the only reasons I can be controlled. Trust me Mr Ward, I’m letting you believe you have won but when it’s all said and done, you’ll be the one feeling trapped. You’ll be the one wishing you never stuck your little assistant near me, because trust me the outcome won’t be the sunshine and lollypops you are praying for.

Next Sunday night at Inception II this won’t be the grand plan you have in store to embarrass me, oh and trust me I know that’s what you are hoping for. You’re wishing this little stunt tagging me with a 21-inch polly pocket will be enough to have me fall into line, trust me when I say this… her 21 inches and all once she is fed to The Fallen will be enough to make you sick to your good guy stomach.

Oh did you really think that I would let her stand on the ring apron all night? Did you really think that I would be the female knight in shining armour coming to save the pint size snow white? Did you think that I would show some humility and save her? Did you think I would so some affection and break because small things are meant to be cute?

Mark my words, I will use Miss Minnie as a weapon and her blood will be on your hands, her life will be etched into your soul and you will witness your prized assistant pay the price of your stupidity.

Trust me on that.

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It was going to a long arse day for Evie as she looked down at the screen of her phone it brightly displayed the numbers 05:30am. She was sitting on the side of her bed inside the Penthouse of the Luxor hotel.  The same penthouse that Gabriel used to call home was now the fly in fly out home to Evie Baang when she was in town. The Aussie was just staring at her phone, somewhat lost in thought. Evie had been up for hours, the fact that she had already showered and was dressed in her training gear was enough to show that. Her top half was covered by a torso revealing red tank top that had Under Armour written in big block letters across her breasts, while a pair of long black tights hugged her body from her hips down to her ankles, to finish the look she had a pair of black Nike shoes on. She was going to punish herself this week leading up to Inception next Sunday after all she was basically going into this match as a handicapped match.

With a deep exhale the Aussie pressed the home key on her black IPhone 7 Plus, before she clicked away entering her passcode as soon as her phone was unlocked she found herself in her contacts list and she was dialling Ben Jordan’s phone for a FaceTime conversation. After five long rings the phone call was picked up with a sleepy looking Ben Jordan curled up in bed on the other side of the screen. Evie smirked wildly, she had all the words in the world to say to him right now but Ben quickly jumped on to it before she could.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “Well if it isn’t me favourite Aussie, what can I do for you? Or did you just call to catch a peek at me Christmas boxer shorts?”

After weeks of tormenting him with banter he was finally starting to play back at her something that Evie cherished. She kept her eyes on the phone as she coolly smirked.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I need access to your Jet and a spare 5 million, you cool with that Saint Ben?”

She was joking of course, Ben just rubbed her tired eyes and yawned before he looked back into his phone seeing Evie’s pained face looking back at him.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “And where is Miss Eves running away to this time? Or better yet what’s she running away from?”

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “You can no idea Blue-eyes.”

Ben rolled her tongue over his lips trying to hide his smirk, while Evie held onto her phone and flopped her head down so her long brown hair draped down around her like a curtain.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “Would it happen to be a twenty something inch assistant, would it? The fearless, brutal Evie Baang scared of a tiny little woman, who would of thought?”

He was chuckling at her and that was making Evie mad.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “First off I’m not scared of her, I’m just annoyed by her existence in my life right now. There’s a compelling difference.”

The Aussie said through gritted teeth, she couldn’t hide her anger in the situation that Mark Ward had put her in for Inception. This was not her ideal way to start of 2017, tagging with a midget. Mr Jordan could tell that Evie was just seconds from boiling over so he quickly took the high road, trying to make her smile again.  

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “The way I see it love, is if Gabriel can pin you down and train you, surely you could train a teacup sized woman and make her a pint-sized fighter?”

He cleared his throat once more before smiling at her, before he pushed the white pillow up under his head so more to gain a better viewing point of his phone. Meanwhile his free arm came up and placed it behind his head helping to prop his sleepy head up.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Why do I get the feeling you’re not just smiling at me, but you’re laughing at me as well?”

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “It must be the bad connect Eves I wouldn’t laugh at you having the team with a midget. Honest, swear of me life.”

His hand came back down from the back of his head as he crossed his index and middle finger over as if to say he was telling the truth. Evie just shook her head from side to side before she rolled her big brown eyes at him.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “You’re a terrible liar, speaking of which let me expose that for a second, tell me Ben how did you make your tag team work with an inferior partner by your side?”

She was playing dirty now and the look on Ben’s face said it all he wasn’t going to take it as he just sat up in his bed, he rested his back against the head board exposing the top half of his body. His chiselled muscles were now on display – You’re welcome ladies… you’ve gotten to see footage of Ben Jordan in bed half naked. Evie wasn’t paying attention to his physical being right now as she was more focused on the shocking life advice Ben was going to give her.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “Eves, you need to start being nice about Jamie, or I won’t help you. In fact, you two need to sit down and talk about why you two just can’t seem to get along, it would really make my life a lot easier.”

She faked a frown before she rocked back on her bed before getting up to her feet and moving to the sofa that was across the room from her. Evie took a seat as she spoke to the Cockney on the other end of the phone.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Are we making things hard for poor little Jordan?”

Her smirk was powerful and bright as if to say she enjoyed making things hard for Ben Jordan but her power was soon going to be sucked away from her as Ben ran his fingers through his hair from annoyance.  

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “I just prefer a stress-free life where I can hang out with whomever I want without all this negativity, is that too hard to ask for?”

His blue eyes were burning through the screen almost piercing her as she watched him speak, she didn’t stop to think for one minute how this would make him feel. Evie quickly bit down on her bottom lip before she dragged it into her mouth thinking, making sure she used the right words before she spoke up once again.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I guess not, look how about I extend an olive branch to Jamie if he takes it he takes it, if not… you’ll see that I have at least tried?”

That was rare for Evie to say such a thing as she usually didn’t care what people thought of her, but since Ben Jordan was one of her only four friends in this world she didn’t want to lose him before of her own selfish ways. Evie couldn’t tell if this reaction would make Ben happy but she had to try something.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “I would appreciate that Eves, I really would... now, enough about that we need to get you tag team ready for Inception, so here’s my advice.”

As Ben started to talk game plans with Evie about training Miss Minnie the footage of the half-naked Ben Jordan in bed on FaceTime and a dressed-up Evie Baang stopped rolling leaving the SCW audience to wonder what wonderful advice was Ben sharing with Ms Baang? I mean after all his advice would be strong advice and would most likely be one of the major keys to her success at Inception. However as if you were going to be allowed to see that… keep dreaming.

##

Later that day; the scene reopens up inside the Wrestling training facility that Gabriel and Odette operate out of Las Vegas the two SCW greats are nowhere in sight in fact there is no one in the building at all. Well apart from Evie Baang who is sitting on the ring apron looking towards the front door of the warehouse like set up. Her surroundings a filled with state of the art training equipment every gym machine you could think of lines the walls of the building, while in the middle of the building is three life sized wrestling rings two traditions square ones and of course the six sided ring the all Sin City Wrestling superstars must get used to. This was soon to be the breeding grounds for all up and coming SCW Super stars as if gave them the ability to learn the demands of a six-sided ring and trust me if you didn’t think there was much difference… there is.

Evie’s body is covered in sweat as she sits on the side of the ring catching her breath but the look in her eyes said it all, she was staring down the door with a deathly glare as if she was hoping it would combust before her very eyes. Her breathing was deep and erratic as irritated gasps escaped her. Her body was tense her hands were balled up to her side like fists of rage ready to swing as soon as the door swung open. Her tanned body was brutalized from this morning’s training session as she had bruising forming on the side of her ribs as she ran the ropes. Her knuckles were slight busted open, her abs and back were grazed and blood was just waiting patiently to spill out of her canvas burns all it needed was for just one more hard knock and she would be weeping with blood.  

Her long brown hair now sat on top of her head in a messy bun, as she started to drag her nails through her hair digging them into her scalp hoping this would stop her from the headache that was brewing just under the surface. Her IPhone was to the left of her and the screen was lit up and a single message was displayed on the home screen.

Mark Ward – “She’s on her way, now remember Evie… play nice”

As she glanced over to read the last two words over in her mind once more Evie couldn’t help but snarl. Play nice? How on earth was she going to play nice with a midget. It wasn’t Miss Minnie’s fault that Evie wanted to rip her jugular out and watch the little mouse bleed out, it was Mark Ward’s fault and Evie was trying everything in her power to stop herself from giving free rein to her emotions. Her knuckles cracked as she balled her fists together tighter and just as she was about to get up and get back to work the sound of the front door opening stole her focus.

Evie watched as the door opened and in walked a small round little woman, who was dressed in what Evie could only imagine was children’s workout clothes. Miss Minnie looked up and across the room to see Evie standing in the ring that was at the very back of the arena. She tried to win Evie over with a smile, but while doing so the large door swung shut pushing Miss Minnie to the side as it closed. A yelp left Miss Minnie’s lips as she was scared by the door and that’s the moment everything that Evie was feeling just clicked.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT.”

The Aussie screamed across the building towards the small Miss Minnie who was looking up at Evie across the room with a startled look on her small face.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “But Ms Baang, Mr Ward said we have to train together… we have two weeks to get me in ring ready.”

Miss Minnie made her way across the room eating up the distance between Evie and herself at a turtle like pace. Meanwhile inside the six-sided ring Evie couldn’t take her eyes off the train wreck that was headed her way.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “What the fuck did you just say?”

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “I said…”

Before she could continue Evie cut her off, much to Miss Minnie’s disappointment.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Oh I fucking heard you, it’s just your high pitched fucking voice that has me thrown.”

Miss Minnie made it half way across the room before she had to stop to catch her breath her little legs not coping well with the distance that was still left to walk to get near her tag team partner Evie.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “Ms Baang, I can assure you I will learn everything I have to, because I don’t want to get hurt out there and I need to impress Mr Ward, he said I had to. Mr Ward also said I would get a raise.”

Evie looked down at Miss Minnie who was making her way towards her once again, she watched as her little legs tried to take big steps that fact alone flared Evie up so more. She was doomed if Miss Minnie was going to be her tag team partner, she just knew it. The Aussie stopped pacing inside the ring to look coldly in Miss Minnie direction before she parted her raw lips.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “You don’t want to get hurt out there? That’s fucking cute… you’re going to fucking die out there. Mr Ward as you put it just fed you to the fucking lions and you think you can impress him? He set you up, he set me up so we would be laughed at. Can you not see that? Or is your eyesight limited like your reach?”

Miss Minnie finally made her way to the ring she placed her bag down by her side and firmly planted her hands on her tiny hips.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “Mr Ward would never put me in harm’s way, he believes in us.”

Spoken like a true brainwashed Idiot Miss Minnie believed in everything Hot Stuff said to her, Evie on the other hand was in baffled by this girl’s lack of intelligence.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “No he wants to get rid of you and you’re just to fucking short to see what’s really happening. Now get the fuck out of here and save yourself.”

Evie pointed to the door in front of her where Miss Minnie had just walked in from, hoping she would take herself back out of it.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “I’m here to learn.”

Miss Minnie stomped her feet trying to prove her point to Evie, but Miss Baang had another thing in mind. The Aussie Bombshell made her way over towards the ropes that were closest to Minnie and she spoke down to her like a child.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Here’s the thing, if you can’t get yourself into the ring without using the steps, then bitch you’re just too short to ride. Now stay the fuck away from me, unless you somehow manage to get yourself up into the ring with no assistance.”

Evie looked at Miss Minnie and then over towards her perfectly placed ring steps that Miss Minnie would and could just easily use to climb up into the ring however she wasn’t playing around. Miss Minnie went to make her way over towards the steps Evie pegged her full water bottle towards the midget just missing her head, alerting Miss Minnie and sending the shortest Bombshell back down from the steps and back over towards her training bag. Miss Minnie had a decision to make would she stay and train or would she run back to Mark Ward and dob on the Australian?  

Two hours later;

Somehow someway Miss Minnie managed to pull herself up onto the ring apron and had managed to climb into the ring. As she rolled under the bottom rope before she made her way to her feet out of breath. She looked up at Evie and held out her right hand showing Evie her right index finger as if to ask her tag team partner for a minute as she catch her breath while the Australian Bombshell looked down at Miss Minnie disgusted.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “You really want to get yourself killed huh?”

Miss Minnie didn’t say a word as the Australian Bombshell made her way over towards her looking down at her tag team partner revolted. The little pocket rocket Miss Minnie just nodded her head as if to say yes, surprising Evie.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Okay, fine but don’t say I didn’t warn your stupid arse.”

Turning away from her partner Evie set to walk away from her thinking of something she could teach the smaller woman before the sound of the mouses squeaky voice sounded.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “We should learn a kick butt tag team move Ms Evie, we could rock the Fallen to its core.”

As soon as her voice stopped ringing in her ears, Evie’s face lit up with a massive smirk across it as if an idea just presented itself. With a swift turn of her head Miss Minnie was now looking up at Ms Baang who had the devil’s look in her eyes, she didn’t like that she was seeing but she didn’t have time to back down from what she had just suggested.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “You know what Minnie Fucking Mouse, you just gave me a brilliant idea. We’ll even call it the Human Arrow or well in your case the Human Dart.”

Before Miss Minnie could move out of harm’s way Evie rushed towards her with a focused and fierce look on her face and that my friends is the exact moment when the scene unfortunately fades out to black. Let us pray that Miss Minnie is still alive for Inception II because as of right now the chances of that being a reality is very slim.

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We open in a cold dark abandon space, with no windows, no mirrors no real evidence to say where we are. Just a black room with an array of burning candles dimly lighting the arena, the sound of heels clicking off a concrete floor can be heard before the face of Evie Baang can be seen. She is dressed in a tight fitting red velvet dress spaghetti strap dress but around her shoulders keeping her warm is a large fur (fake of course) black oversized jacket. Her hair was down and out flawlessly wavy around her face, while her make-up was on point as always. She quickly looks at the camera before her and smirks.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Next Sunday night at Inception it appears that I have the cards stacked up against me when I’m forced to tag up with Hot Stuff’s chew toy and together we take on, one of the best-known female tag teams in Sin City Wrestling history… The Fallen. Who really are The Fallen besides a team of a wanna-be pirate and a deranged lady who thinks she’s a vampire?”

Evie rolls her eyes before she continues.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “They were an iconic team who left nothing but a path of destruction in their wake, key words from that sentence would be of course be ‘they were’ and now after months away from the Sin City Wrestling ring these two want to step back inside the six-sided ring and get back down to work. They want to prove that they still have what it takes to be in this business and they are willing to stop at nothing until we all see them for what they once were… a dominate force.”

She clicks her tongue off her white teeth that are on display as she smiles.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Once again ladies, gentlemen and apparently mythical creatures… that word of the day is ‘were’ they WERE once one of the greatest teams in SCW history, they WERE feared and at some point… worshipped but I can assure you I will not bow at the feet of people who are pretenders. I will not be caught off guard by a freak show of a pirate and a Vampire… I will not be made a fool of by this has been tag team that thinks they can just waltz on back into SCW and think they can recall this place home. They might think they can just walk back in and claim the playground to be in their possession but I can assure them and you that the dynamics of the playing field have changed. People they once knew have gone and people they have no idea about have arrived. I’m part of the latter, they know nothing about me and they sure as hell know nothing about what I’m capable of.”

Evie walks around the dimly lit room, not showing anyone where she is but there is a feeling that she isn’t alone.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I wish I could say the same for Miss Minnie but let’s face it once the bright lights are beaming down on her she will freeze in fear. The sight of a pirate and a vampire staring back across at her from the other side of the ring will be too much for little Snack Pack. That’s why I have been training as if this match at Inception is nothing less or more than a handicap match. It will be Evie Baang versus The Fallen. So Raynin and Gothika don’t waste your time talking about what you’re going to do once you get your hands-on Miss Minnie because I can promise you, you won’t get a chance. I’m not tagging her in and I’m damn sure she isn’t going to make a hot tag in by herself. So, keep your eyes on me, however you must know that no matter how much surveillance I’m put under I still always managed to surprise my competition and teaching two veterans a thing or two, like you both will be nothing but easy.”

She smiles her confident smile once more as she turns back to look at the camera, her eyes are fixed and focused as she narrows them driving her words home.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “The ring rust on you both will be evident and it will be your greatest weakness. Don’t think I won’t use it to expose you both. The rawness of your lack of in-ring work lately will stick out like a sore thumb that I’m more than happy to keep hammering away at. You might think you have this in the bag because of who you were and what you did but I can promise you I will rip your partnership apart, I will test you both and by the end of the night you will be asking yourselves how? How did you let me get into your minds without even trying? You see you might use fancy costumes to play mind games with your opponents, well I’m just plain and simple the biggest fucking mind game in Sin City Wrestling period.”

A proud smirk covers her face as she talks herself up, knowing that she doesn’t need to but since The Fallen don’t know who she is she feels it’s important to start playing mind games early.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “So, don’t try and work your little freak show games on me. Gothika don’t try and scare me by exposing your fangs… because I will rip them out of your mouth and shove them down your throat faster than you can ever imagine. Raynin you say you wear the eye patch to give your competition a fighting chance and that you only remove the patch when you feel threatened. Well get ready to come into this match with both eyes wide open because once we go toe to toe in the middle of the ring at Inception I’m going to make every insecurity you have ever had in your life come back to the surface. I’m going to make you second guess your ability to wrestle and I’m going to use that to destroy your sham intimidation tactics.”

Evie shrugs her shoulders as if to say “no big deal” before she continues with this promotional.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “At Inception I will take you both out myself, because even with Miss Minnie by myside I’m still stuck with a handicap… but that’s not going to stop me from beating you both and putting myself back on the path I need to be on… the journey to the top.”

There it is Mr Ward and Mr Underwood, Evie has made her intentions to climb the ranks clear.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “You see the fans might believe in you both, the fans might be waiting for your glorious return, they might be praying to see you back on your path of winning ways but I can guarantee… you won’t be getting the celebrated return you believe you’re entitled to. You’ll be met with soul crushing defeat and trust me you’ll both feel it even in the deepest parts of your cold dead cores. You call yourselves The Fallen Angels but at Inception… You’ll just be known as another bunch of washed up retired wrestlers coming out of the woodworks trying to prove that you still have it… and believe me the only thing you’ll be Fallen’ into at Inception will be humiliation, shame, dishonour and disgrace.”

With her powerful confident smirk once more Evie licks her bright red lips before finishing off her promotional with these final words.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Oh and may the lord have mercy on your souls, because I sure as hell won’t.”

With that said and done Evie winked at the cameras and on cue all the candles in the black room blew out in unison leaving it in darkness.

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For all of you wanting to know what the Human Dart looks like… here’s your chance and for all of you who don’t believe in midget brutality now is a good time to hit the X at the top of your screens.

The footage starts back inside the six-sided wrestling ring where Evie and Miss Minnie were seen last. Evie Baang has got Miss Minnie’s left leg in her left arm and Miss Minnie’s left arm is in her right. The Australian Bombshell is swinging the midget back and forth as if she was getting in warm up swings, while Miss Minnie is screaming her head off in fear.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “Put me down, you monster.”

A smirk lights up on Evie’s face.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “As you wish.”

Evie takes one last final swing of her arms with Miss Minnie in them before she lets her go sending the small personal assistant of Mark Hot Stuff Ward flying across the ring. Miss Minnie hits the canvas half way across the ring with a thud before she groans in pain on the floor of the ring.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “There you go Miss Minnie, put next time put more effort in and actually attempt to spear something on impact.”

I introduce you to their finishing move; The Human Dart. And, fade.

[roproductions]

 {OOC NOTE!!:  Thanks Chris, Erik and Mark for letting me return!  I've been waiting for the opportunity to come back.  I've missed this so much!!  Anyways... Enjoy everyone!)

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"Dmitri!!"

Tonight, he'd haunted her dreams.  His name was on her lips, whispered so quietly in the dark that she knew no one would hear it.  Her eyes had flown open, startled, and she was confused as to why.  She didn't know what made her sit straight up in the bed and look around in the consuming darkness for something... anything out of place.  She put a hand to her head, listening for something out of place.  All she could remember was hearing his screams, echoing in her head.  She knew he was in trouble and hurting, but she couldn't for the life of her know why.  She reached for her phone, then thought better of it, and sat there, the covers barely covering her pale frame.

Even though the room was bathed in blackness, to her, it was almost lit up like a Christmas tree in a darkened room.  No one quite understood who her being what she was changed the way she saw things.  Her night vision was always disconcerting to her, as she could never quite be in the true darkness again.  She could see auras everywhere. Radiant heat that's been generated by living bodies touching things left a mark on inanimate objects, and then there was the scent trails that crisscrossed the scene constantly.  The dark was never dark to her anymore. It made nighttime feel like it wasn't night at all, just a perpetual state of daytime and dusk.  And at times, she missed it.  She missed being able to sink down into bed in a darkened room, and not being able to see a thing.  However,  this was one of those times where she was glad that her vision wasn't what it used to be.

She looked over at Michael, curled up under the covers and sleeping like the dead.  Over the past months, things between the two of them had gotten strained to say the least.  He'd succumbed to her worst fear for him, and the bite marks which dotted his body was proof to her that she was not the only one he was seeking for relief with his newest fetish.  He tried to hide what he was doing, but he's forgotten how keen her senses are.  He stank of the other vamps toxins in his blood stream.  He'd become hooked on the bite, and become a blood whore of the worst possible kind. But she loved him.  She couldn't help herself.  She knew it was her fault that he was in this state, but she also knew if he didn't stop cold turkey, he'd end up being claimed by another.  She made the decision right then and there to night bite him again. When she heard the sound again, her head turned quickly towards it and was instantly in hunting mode.

It was the slightest of tapping on the window. But they were on the fifth floor.  And from the way the tapping was sounding, she knew it couldn't be someone human doing the tapping.  This was meant for her and her alone.

She pulled back the covers to reveal a midnight blue satin and lace camisole and matching tap pants, and she pulled on a matching kimono robe to cover her well-toned form.  She strolled over to the window and pulled aside her blackout curtain to see the form of a thin, almost white blonde haired man with striking green eyes, appearing to stand outside of her window, just an arms length away from the glass, hovering in mid air.  He bowed at the waist, and she nodded back with a smirk, and motioned upwards to the roof.  He nodded,  and slowly floated upwards as she turned around, letting the curtain fall back before she slipped on a pair of slippers, and headed out of the bedroom door.

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As she opened the door to the roof, she sensed him even before she saw him, perched on the lawn chairs his legs crossed, looking like just another friend out to watch the stars.  She walks over and takes a seat beside him.

"Andrev. What a pleasure to see you at so early in the morning?  Shouldn’t you be out stalking your newest victim?"

He chuckles and holds his hands out, nodding slowly.

"That it is, but you always seem to put me in the most interesting of situations."

She lifts an eyebrow, then takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"Let me guess... Ekaterina has submitted a complaint to the Council?"

He smirks and shakes his head.

"Actually, she hasn't.  She didn't have to.  It seems that Councilman Claude has become a bit of a fan of the SCW, and he was watching last week.  He has sent me to give you a warning.”

She gapes at him in confusion.

"But I'm not the one who is breaking the laws! She is!!"
Andrev holds his hand up and shakes his head slowly.

"I'm only here to warn you.  Ekaterina is bad news.  Everyone on the Council has said so.”

She stands and starts to pace back and forth, gesticulating wildly, her slippers making clicking noises as she moves.

"She's been torturing him, Andrev! Lying to him about Council law... Having him break Council law for her own amusement, then she tries to throw Council law in my face to try and manipulate him... Saying that the Maker/ Progeny bond is the most important law that there is, and that I’m interfering with her rights as his Maker!"

Andrev holds his hand up and shakes his head slowly.

"Which is true, but..."

She turns to him and shouts at him...

"SHE INTERFERED FIRST!!  SHE'S KILLED ALL OF HIS POTENTIAL PROGENY!!  AND I'M NOT EVEN SURE IF SHE DID IT BEFORE OR AFTER HE TURNED THEM!"

Andrev takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"Then he has to report her himself."

She runs a hand through her hair, and stops suddenly, and speaks quickly.

"He wants to be my mate.."

Andrev's eyebrows shoot up and he sits up, a bit more interested.

"And have you said yes?"

She reaches up and rubs her temples, shaking her head.

"I don't think I have a choice in the matter.  We’ve been dreamfasting."

Andrev is suddenly beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him.

"You've been what?!!  That can't be true!!  No one has been able to do that in centuries!!  It's a lost abilty of the Ancients!!"

She nods slowly and blinks quickly.

"Yes.  It's true. It's something I've just realized has been happening."

Andrev frowns and pulls her to a chair, and she sinks down into it slowly.

"Tell me what's happened."

She swallows heavily and puts her hand to her cheek.

"The day he debuted in the SCW, he had been making inquiries about me. He said he had been drawn to me. He'd left me flowers, made public overtures towards me, and at first I thought nothing of it, but while we were away, I could feel him as if he were standing right next to me.  And the dreams… so vivid… so full of passion and deep emotions… But I was with Michael, so I tried to push it away.  However, since we've been back, it's been stronger, more intense. Just tonight, I know she's torturing him.  I could sense his pain in my dreams. And you know what that means."

Andrev is sitting there, staring at her in shock.

"It means you are indeed a future mated pair. But how?"

She shakes her head and inhales deeply, then shrugs.

"You know my situation. I don’t know everything that butcher did to me.  I don’t know what all Bruno shoved in my veins, so who knows what is gonna happen with me.  All I know is, I've got the scientists trying to dig through his notes to try to find out exactly what was put in me, and why I am still alive.  He said he put werewolf and fairy in me, along with at least seventeen different strains of the vampire virus, all while I was pregnant. He turned my son into some monstrous, misshapen thing, and my daughter... She aged from infant to elderly in the span of minutes, then turned to dust in my arms.  He murdered my children, and I was not allowed the solace of joining them!  Instead, I'm here with a heartbeat and a desire for blood that is even stronger than the worst of you lot!. Maybe I'm not even a vampire. Maybe all I am is just a freak!  I’m a monster!!  That's how I feel all of the time anyways."

Andrev chuckles and shakes his head.

"No my dear. You are most definitely vampire.  You know that we've had your blood tested, and the only things we could find in your blood is the vampire viruses.  You've got untapped potential.  You radiate like a beacon of hope for the rest of us, because through you, we could find what we once were.”

She sighs and nods slowly.

"Yeah, I know.  The only reason why I wasn't executed for killing Bruno was because of what he'd done, not just to me, but to all of his other test subjects.  That, and the council hopes that I'm able to procreate, and bring about a strain of day walkers, and bring back the vampire's ability to procreate if I can.  Who knew so many vamps want to have kids.  It's a little surprising."

Andrev shrugs and sweeps a stray lock of her hair from her shoulder.

"Some believe that if we could once again procreate, that our desire for progeny will lessen.  But all we can do is wait and see."

Andrev takes her hand and holds it gently, bringing it to his lips.

"It is time I said adieu my dear.  One of these days, you simply must invite me in for a drink."

She throws her head back and chuckles.

"Now you know that will never happen.  I live with humans, and the thought of waking up to any of my friends with a pair of fangs in their throats, you know I'd have to hunt down everyone involved and rip out their spines by taking my fist and shoving it down their throats to reach it, so know that you will never see the inside of my home."

Andrev chuckles, but Gothika lifts a finger and winks.

"However... If the next time you intend to drop by, you give me some warning with a phone call, I'll make sure to have a bottle of very good blood wine for us to sip on while you're here on the roof."

Andrev grins, showing all of his fangs, and he bows slowly.

"Perhaps I shall take you up on that offer.  Or, I may invite you out for a drink of live.  I do know a very nice place where they serve willing virgins. And before you ask, yes they're of legal age.  How they find them in this town, I have no idea, but they do."

Her eyes flash an intense ice blue at the prospect, and a low growl from her lips doesn't cover the roaring of her stomach as she hears his offer.  He laughs and shakes his head.

"I take that as your acceptance.  Imati dobar večer, draga moja.  Do sljedećeg puta.  Have a good evening, my dear.  Until next time."

He turns towards the edge of the roof, steps up on ledge and steps off to plunge to the dark night, and instead, floats in the open air off the edge of the roof.  He waves before plunging into the night below.  She chuckles and shakes her head as she reaches for the door and whispers out as the scene fades out.

"Show off..."


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 Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Pay Per View, INCEPTION II
DATE: Sunday, 1/22/2017
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada
Venue: Gold Coast Casino
Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM MATCH UP
Opponent: THE FALLEN (Raynin & Gothika) vs EVIE BAANG and MISS MINNIE

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The winter night is dark and chilly, and it's strange that everyone is so quiet on a Thursday.  No one is on the streets, except for the random car that goes flying by every now and then.  Tonight is the perfect time for a little stargazing.  Gothika is up on the roof of the building, but she's not stargazing.  She's sitting in one of the chairs that she and Darknyss set up on the roof, so it could double as their outside space.  She's dressed in a pair of tight black shorts a burgundy crop top t-shirt from when she was in high school that's so old, the neck has been stretched out so it looks like a crop top.  As it hangs to one side you can see she's got a black and white sports bra underneath the top.  Anyone else wearing this outfit would be freezing cold, but she barely notices how cold it is.  

She's got a bottle of the red sitting on the table, resting on an old potpourri warmer to keep it at an optimal temperature, and she's sipping the thick liquid out of a coffee mug, as if it were just another hot beverage.  She sets the mug beside the bottle, and takes a deep breath, crossing her legs as she inhales the scent of someone approaching the roof.  She doesn’t even turn around as the door opens, and out walks Michael, all decked out in a winter jacket and gloves.  He looks around almost nervously before he strolls over to her and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Um, hey Mia.  I saw the note on the door, asking me to meet you up here, but I don't get why.  What are you doing up here?"</color>

She rolls her eyes a bit as she leans her head back to look up at him, upside down.

"Oh nothing.  Just enjoying a little drink after a hard workout."</color>

He looks at the bottle, then pushes back the arm of his coat, exposing his flesh.

"Then why don't you take it from the source?  You know it's better when it's fresh, and you feel better when you drink from a vein."</color>

She looks at his arm, and notices the marks of a fresh set of teeth marks, and she makes a disgusted face, shaking her head.

"No, I'm fine with the bottled stuff.  It does in a pinch."</color>

Michael pulls down the arm of his coat with a huff and throws his hands up in the air.

"Fine!  It's not like you've wanted to drink from me in a long time anyway.  Why should that change now?"</color>

She closes her eyes, and pinches the bridge over her nose, sighing deeply.

"Look, I know I should be a little bit more sensitive to your feelings right now, but I can't be.  I've got this match on my mind, and I just can't deal with your issue right now."</color>

She picks up her mug to take another sip and Michael swats it out of her hand, knocking it to the ground where it crashes and breaks, sending shards of porcelain and large globs of red everywhere.  Her eyes go to that bright almost glowing ice blue, and she growls low in her throat as Michael starts to yell at her in an almost whining voice.

"You never seem to have time for me anymore!"</color>

She is instantly on her feet, less than 2 inches away from him.  He shuffles back a bit, knowing that he's crossed a line as her fangs slowly extend.

"I don't have time for you?  I don't have time for you?!!!  All I'm doing these days is training my ass off, trying to get ready for our comeback, or spending time with you, trying to dance around your feelings!  Every waking moment, it's either training time or Michael time!  You are stuck to me like a leech, or off doing what in the hell you want while I’m in the gym, busting my ass!!  I don't have time for you?!!  What kind of bullshit is that?!!"</color>

Michael shakes his head and back pedals a bit, stammering.

"I...  I guess you're right, but you don’t do any of the intimate stuff with me anymore.  You barely touch me anymore, and you won't bite me at all!"</color>

She turns her head away from the hurt look in his eyes, trying hard not to let her own pain and disgust shine through her own eyes.

"I told you why I won't bite you anymore.  I won't risk your life for your addiction!"</color>

Michael gets a smug look on his face.

"I'm not an addict!  You're just coming up with an excuse so you don’t have to touch me anymore!"</color>

Gothika reaches up and rakes her nails down his jacket.  They slice through the cloth like a hot knife through butter, ripping his shirt underneath as well.  He gasps and tries to cover his exposed flesh, but not before she reveals a number of fresh and still bleeding bites that are decorating his body.

"You didn't think I would know you were letting someone else bite you?  You didn't think that I couldn't smell their stench, draped around you like a skunk's spray?  You didn't think that I couldn't taste their venom in your blood when I last bit you?"</color>

She shoves him backwards with each question, her voice getting louder and louder until she finally just roars and throws her hands up in the air, turning away from him, her fists clenching as she tries to keep herself under control.  When she finally calms herself enough to be able to see through the red that has decorated her vision, she lifts her hand to point at Michael and sees the red that's seeping through her fingers.  She knows she's punctured her own palms with her nails again from how hard she was clenching her fists.

"I've known you've been stepping out behind my back for months now, getting your little bite fix at the clubs in the different cities we were in.  Do you have any idea just how dangerous that is?  Not every vampire is going to care about you!  Not every vampire will want to stop themselves and not drain you dry like a walking talking juice box and toss you aside like a wasted paper napkin!!  And not every vampire won't see you as a potential for progeny and won't turn you!!"</color>

Michael hangs his head in shame, but looks back up defiantly.

"All you had to do was just keep biting me!  I'm a big boy!  I can make these decisions on my own!  Maybe I WANTED you to drain me!  Maybe I WANTED you to turn me!  Maybe THEN, you'd look at me the way I see you looking at Dmitri!!"</color>

Gothika sees red again, and she grabs Michael and pins him against the wall with one hand wrapped in the remains of his shirt.

"Just leave Dmitri out of it!  Dmitri didn't cause you to become a bite junkie!  You became one all on your own!  And if you'd have kept your veins to yourself, maybe he wouldn't even be on my radar until you were old and grey!  But no!!  You just had to have your fix!!  I've been watching you for months, just wasting away as you keep taking yourself closer and closer to death!!  MONTHS MICHAEL!!  MONTHS!!  And during that whole time, we were no where NEAR Dmitri!!  You're a blood whore of the worst kind, cause I can tell by all of the different marks, you don't care who bites you!!  It's gonna get you killed Michael!  Don't you get it?!!"</color>

Her whole body is shaking with the intensity of emotions she's trying to keep locked under strict control.  She slowly lowers him back down to the ground and leans in against his body, placing her head on his shoulder gently.

"I love you Michael.  Even with all of this insanity you're putting yourself through, I do love you.  But I can't do this anymore."</color>

She walks over to the table and picks up a suitcase that was on the ground beside her chair and comes back over, and hands it to him.

"You have to go back to your place, Michael.  You have to get some help.  I can't have you staying with me while you get it, cause I'm going to be too much of a temptation for you and you know it."</color>

She places a pamphlet in his hand as well, and reaches up and strokes his cheek.

"You need to go to rehab.  I've already got you set up at this place.  They have an open reservation for you to come and stay with them to get yourself clean of the vamp venom.  They're a good place.  And when you get back, I'll be here."</color>

Michael looks down at the pamphlet that she's put in his hands and shakes his head.

"You want me to go to rehab?  Really?  Or is this just an excuse so you can go off and be with Dmitri?!"</color>

Gothika turns her back on Michael, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Trust me Michael.  If' I wanted to leave you for Dmitri, I'd just tell you.  Besides...  Dmitri and I have an eternity to try to figure out what we have between each other.  But you and I, we only have now.  We only have this short existence to be with one another.  Why would you want to jeopardize that?  Why do you want to take a chance that any moment, you could be snuffed out like a candle flame?  Why can't you just accept what we have, and not want the danger?  Do you have a death wish or something?"</color>

Michael's face is twisted in anger and denial.

"I wouldn’t have been exposed to all of this if it wasn't for you!  And now, you want to deny me the small pleasures that I get from being with you!  If you don’t want me, then fine!  I'll go and find someone who DOES appreciate what I have to offer!"</color>

Michael turns on his heels and storms off of the roof.  She swallows hard, and when she looks at the camera, the expression on her face and in her eyes is so intense it makes you feel like a deer in the headlights of a mac truck.

"Now I have all of the motivation I need to go into this match at Inception II like a wild woman.  The berserker is about to be let loose, and you Evie Baang, and Miss Minnie are about to stand up against her.  The beast is on the hunt, and I won't be satisfied until I've had a taste of one of you!  You will face Sweet Surrender and you flesh shall be rent under my fangs, and I will relish the flavor of your essence on my tongue.  I have been waiting for this day since the day we had to take time away.

For others in this company, it's all about the fame, the money, and the glory that can come with becoming a champion. But for my friends and I, it's about something much more deeper. It's a much more profound reason for us for us to do what we do. You see, there's this place deep inside of us which calls us to be in the ring. It's a pit in the core of us that is filled with an unexplainable need, much deeper than any type of addiction that can be talked about. It's a desire to be right there, in the ring, under the lights, standing toe to toe against the best and brightest in our field, and to decimate them utterly and totally. This desire, this need is so all consuming, that without it being fulfilled you feel like your soul has been emptied. We were destined to be doing exactly this. Everything we've worked for years to build has been so that we could be in this position, right here, right now. We put our all into being who and what we are in the ring, and who we are when we are champions is the epitome of what we are striving towards. WE LIVE FOR THIS SHIT! Our lives without it feels meaningless. And you two are the first pieces of fodder to be thrown in our path to be run roughshod over.

We’ve been through hell and back, trying to get prepared for what is sure to be a most epic return, and I’m excited.  I will have the chance to be one of the few who will be able to do something which you claim is next to impossible… Which is to say, Raynin and I will be the ones who will stand over your downed bodies in victory.  You see, when we had to take a step back from everything, we were flying high.  We are both multi-time Bombshell Tag Team Champions, and there’s one thing we like to do and that is accessorize our outfits with title belts.  I don’t know if you truly understand what having that title belt around your waist can mean to people like us.  Or what not being able to set foot in a ring to compete for ten months.  It’s been torture!!  It’s been us, doing our damnedest not to lose our minds with a desire to toss people around the ring like ragdolls, then stomping their bodies into the mat for the sheer enjoyment of not just us, but for all of the cheering fans!  The reaction from the fans is better than mother’s milk to us!  It sustains us, it fulfills us, it makes us feel complete!!  We’ve felt like we’ve been starving without it, and now… Now is the chance for us to have it once again, and you two have had the unlucky fortune to be served up as meat for the beasts!!  And once we’ve taken you to the depths of agony and despair, and left you lying in a pool o your own pain and anguish, THAT is when we will pin you for the one, the two, and the three, and it will be OUR hands raised in victory, as we get the first win of many more that are sure to come.  Oh, the depths to which we’re about to take you, I can almost smell the fear rolling off of you from here!  You know its’ coming!  You can feel it coming in the air tonight!!  And yes, I did just paraphrase Genesis cause I can do shit like that!!

We are coming, ladies… We are coming for you both in the WORST WAY!!  You have a pair of glocks in human form aimed straight at you, and we’re ready to fire, dead on!!  And with the precision we show in the ring, you better believe, it’s about to be a mortal wound to your psyche and to your track records as you get a loss handed to you by the Angels of the Fallen!"</color>

Gothika's fangs rip through her gums with such intensity that her own blood flows down towards their sharpened tips.

"Prepare yourselves Evie and Minnie.  In just a few short days, you both will FEED MY NEED!!!"</color>

She grabs the camera and opens her mouth wide, pulling the camera towards her maw and it looks like a cavern of death coming at you as the scene fades out.

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