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>From the Journal of The VooDoo Angel, Diamond...

10-4-17

Dear Diary, { Cher journal, }

Je ne peux pas croire que le temps soit presque là!  Il y a trois ans, sept mois et onze jours, puisque j'ai eu la chance d'être dans le ring de Lutte Sin City en tant que lutteur.  Avez-vous une idée de la façon dont c'est frustrant?  Ici, je suis coincé en tant que manager!  MOI!!  J'ai été coincé en faisant tout le travail d'arrière-plan pendant que Raynin et Damia ont joué dans l'anneau.  GAH!!  Ca a été tellement frustrant!!!  Mais je ne me suis pas plaint...  Je veux dire, je savais que c'était là où je devais être.  * soupirs*  Surtout avec Zatanya qui traverse tout son drame. Les filles, Jeremiah, DT, tout le monde avait besoin de moi pour être dans ce poste de manager, et je le connaissais profondément dans mon cÅ“ur et mon âme. Mais le lutteur à l'intérieur de moi a CRIÉ!!  Elle a SUPPLI´E d'être abandonnée dans sa cage, secouant les barres alors qu'elle tremblait d'être enfermée. Je le jure au cours de ces dernières années, j'ai compris comment The Other se sent enfermée à l'intérieur de Raynin comme elle l'est, parce que tout le monde veut se reborner et sauter dans l'anneau quand je dois m'asseoir et regarder Raynin et Gothika faisant leurs affaires dans le bague de lutte.

{ I can't believe the time is almost here!!  It's been three years, seven months and eleven days since I've had a chance to be in the Sin City Wrestling's ring as a wrestler.  Do you have any idea just how frustrating that is?  Here I am, stuck as a manager!  ME!!  I've been stuck doing all of the background work while Raynin and Damia get to play around in the ring.  GAH!!  It's been so freakin' frustrating!!!  But I haven't complained...  I mean, I knew it was where I needed to be.  *sighs* Especially with Zatanya going through all of HER drama.  The girls, Jeremiah, DT, everyone needed me to be in that manager position, and I knew it deep in my heart and soul.  But the wrestler inside of me has been SCREAMING!!  She has been BEGGING to be let out of her cage, rattling the bars as she rages at being locked up.  I swear, over these past few years, I've understood how The Other feels being locked inside of Raynin in the way she is, cause all of me wants to rebel and just jump in the ring when I have to sit back and watch Raynin and Gothika doing their thing in the wrestling ring. }

Mais au moins je n'ai pas été assis, en train de manger de la crème glacée et de laisser mes compétences glisser. J'ai continué ma formation et je suis restée en forme. J'ai continué à m'éloigner, pas seulement avec Raynin et Gothika, mais avec DT et Jeremiah, et beaucoup d'autres personnes dans chaque ville où nous sommes allés. C'est une chose que je peux certainement dire de faire une tournée. Vous rencontrez beaucoup de gens différents lorsque vous vous entraînez dans les différents gymnases du monde entier. Comme quand j'ai rencontré Yin Zhu en Chine et Hashimoto Kazuki au Japon. Kazuki-chan était très amusant à l'extérieur de l'anneau, mais elle était une BESTE droite, une fois que vous étiez en face d'elle comme un adversaire. Pour quelqu'un qui n'avait que cinq pieds deux pouces de hauteur et cent vingt livres, elle avait un coup de poing qui avait l'impression d'avoir six pieds six pouces de haut et trois cents livres de muscle. Je me frotte toujours la joue chaque fois que je pense à cela.

{ But at least I haven't been sitting back, eating cookie dough ice cream and letting my skills slip.  I've continued my training, and stayed fit.  I've continued to spar, not just with Raynin and Gothika but with DT and Jeremiah, and a lot of other folks in every city we've been in.  That's one thing I can certainly say about going on tour.  You get to meet a lot of different folks as you train in the various gyms around the world.  Like when I met Yin Zhu in China and Hashimoto Kazuki in Japan.  Kazuki-chan was a lot of fun outside of the ring, but she was a straight up BEAST once you stood across from her as an opponent.  For someone who was only five feet two inches tall and one hundred and twenty pounds, she had a punch that felt like she was six feet six inches tall and three hundred pounds of muscle.  I still rub my cheek whenever I think about it. }

Non, j'ai travaillé mon cul pour me tenir en forme. Non seulement parce que je veux avoir l'air bien sur la caméra, mais parce que je savais que, finalement, j'allais retrouver mon coup de fusil. Zatanya fait beaucoup mieux. Elle se promène, s'occupe de son fils, et même si elle a besoin d'utiliser une béquille, elle surprend tout le monde à la vitesse de son rétablissement. Elle nous a même formé comme elle l'avait fait. C'est assez intéressant, en voyant travailler avec nous sur notre mat grappling. Sa force de jambe est tout aussi forte qu'elle l'a été, grâce à l'entretien inlassable de ses muscles par sa fiancée, DT pendant qu'elle était au coma. Et le travail qu'elle a fait plus tard, je n'ai jamais pensé qu'il était humainement possible de pouvoir faire ce qu'elle a fait. Une fois qu'elle est totalement revenue, elle sera plus formidable que jamais. Mais je pense que c'est parce qu'elle est mère maintenant.

{ No, I've been working my ass off to keep myself in shape.  Not just because I want to look good on camera, but because I knew that eventually, I'd get my shot in the ring once more.  Zatanya is doing much better.  She's walking around, taking care of her son, and even though she needs to use a crutch, she's still surprising everyone with the speed of her recovery.  She's even been training us like she used to.  It's pretty interesting, seeing her work with us on our mat grappling.  Her leg strength is just as strong as it ever was, thanks to the tireless maintenance of her muscles by her fiancée, DT while she was in the coma.  And the work she did afterwards, I never thought it humanly possible to be able to do what she's done.  Once she's back totally, she'll be more formidable than ever.  But I think that's because she's a mother now. }  

Il est intéressant de la voir avec son fils. Elle est comme l'un de ces ours mères avec nous, mais elle est comme un tigre féroce où MJ est concerné. Et le petit Morgan n'est qu'un petit pétard. Il veut déjà essayer de lutter. C'est tellement mignon de le regarder essayer de grimper sur le dos du canapé et de sauter sur la poitrine de son père avec un coude. Ses parents pensent qu'il va être une centrale électrique, mais je pense qu'il a reçu un bon volet en lui. Il va prendre après sa Tante Latrice. Pourtant, Zatanya peut voler quand elle le veut. Je n'ai jamais vu quelqu'un de si musclé être tellement agile et flexible. Quand je la regarde faire son yoga et ses pilates pour garder son corps caillouteux, je me demande toujours si elle va se diviser en deux.

{ It's interesting to see her with her son.  She's like one of those mother bears with us, but she's like a ferocious tiger where MJ is concerned.  And little Morgan is just a little firecracker.  He already wants to try to wrestle.  It's so cute watching him trying to climb onto the back of the sofa and jumping off onto his father's chest with an elbow drop.  His parents think he's going to be a powerhouse, but I think he's got a bit of high flyer in him.  He's going to take after his Aunt Latrice.  Though, Zatanya can fly when she wants to.  I've never seen someone so muscular be so agile and flexible.  When I watch her doing her yoga and pilates to keep her body limber, I always wonder if she's going to split herself in two. }

Mais la voir ne pas abandonner me fait envie de travailler beaucoup plus fort. Elle a été essentiellement un modèle de rôle pour moi. Quand j'ai découvert qu'elle allait dans la lutte, j'ai fait tout ce que je pourrais pour préparer mon corps à la rejoindre. Nous sommes peut-être venus d'écoles rivales, mais même au lycée, nous nous sommes poussés à devenir meilleurs que nous. Tout le récit de «Mieux qu'hier» est à cause d'elle. Ayant Zatanya comme un ami ... Bien, fondamentalement en tant que soeur, ça a changé ma vie pour le meilleur!

{ But seeing her not giving up just makes me want to work that much harder.  She's basically been a Role Model for me.  When I found out that she was going into wrestling, I did everything that I could to get my body ready to join her at it.  We may have been from rival schools, but even in high school, we pushed each other to become better than we were.  The whole saying of 'Better than Yesterday' is because of her.  Having Zatanya as a friend...  Well, basically as a sister, it's changed my life for the better!   }

Maintenant, j'ai eu ce match contre Crystal Hilton et Amy Marshall pour devenir le numéro un de Contender pour le Championnat d'Internet. Tout le monde, mais les gens sur lesquels je m'inquiète, pensent que je vais être battu et battu mal. Mais le manque de foi en moi et mes capacités par les gens dans le vestiaire ne me dissuade pas de vouloir ce match se dérouler. Il est temps que cela se produise! Et tout le nay-say et l'appel de nom et l'incrédulité me pousse à travailler beaucoup plus difficile pour ce qui est sur le point d'être un concours de proportions épiques! Vous voyez, j'ai toujours été un peu défiant. Plus les gens me disent que je ne peux pas faire quelque chose, plus je veux faire tout ce que je peux pour le faire. Ils ne pensent pas que j'ai les trucs pour sortir au sommet de ce match, et je ne peux pas attendre pour prouver qu'ils sont faux!

{ Now I've got this match coming up against Crystal Hilton and Amy Marshall to become the Number One Contender for the Internet Championship.  Everyone but the people I care about thinks that I'm about to get beaten up and beaten up bad.  But the lack of faith in me and my abilities by the people in the locker room doesn't deter me from wanting this match to take place.  It's about time for this to happen!!  And all of the nay-saying and name calling and disbelief only pushes me to work that much harder for what is about to be a contest of epic proportions!  You see, I've always been a little bit defiant.  The more people tell me that I can't do something, the more I want to do everything that I can to do it.  They don't think I have the chops to come out on top in this match, and I can't wait to prove them wrong! }

Maintenant, vous savez que je dois être moi dans ce match. Et alors que je vais utiliser toute ma force physique, qui dit que mes forces magiques ne peuvent pas être utilisées aussi? J'ai travaillé sur cette nouvelle poussière de cristal spéciale qui fera que la personne veut simplement s'allonger et ne pas bouger pendant un moment. Ce n'est même pas qu'ils s'endorment. Ils se sont allongés et restent là pendant environ une minute environ. Juste assez longtemps pour que je puisse obtenir une épingle. Ou je pourrais aller avec la poussière de cristal classique. Il n'y a pas de poussière comme la poussière de cristal zombie classique. Cela rendrait tellement plus facile de gagner, parce que je pourrais avoir Crystal et Amy se battre et ne me prêter aucune attention. Je pourrais juste me reposer dans le coin confortable tout doux et ne pas faire de la sueur. Maintenant, ce ne serait-ce pas un moyen intéressant de gagner la place du Number One Contender? Mais en vérité, gagner avec la magie serait juste un dernier recours. Parce que je veux apprécier cela physiquement. Et prouvant, j'ai les compétences nécessaires pour arriver au sommet sans aucune poussière ne fera que ma nuit.

{ Now you know that I have to be me in this match.  And while I will be utilizing all of my physical strength, who says that my magical strengths can't be used too?  I've been working on this new special crystal dust which will make a person want to just lay down and not move for a while.  It’s not even that they fall asleep.  They just lay down, and stay there for about a minute or so.  Just long enough for me to be able to get a pin.  Or I could go with the classic crystal dust.  There's no dust like the classic zombie crystal dust.  That would make it so much easier to win, cause I could have Crystal and Amy beat each other up and not pay any attention to me.  I could just stand back in the corner all comfy cozy and not break a sweat.  Now wouldn’t that be an interesting way to win the Number One Contender's spot?  But truthfully, winning with the magic would just be a last resort thing.  Because I want to enjoy this physically.  And proving I've got the skills to make it to the top without any dust would just make my night. }

Le temps de me coucher au lit. Jeremiah a eu un Contrôle Climax si excitant qu'il est sur le nuage neuf depuis. Vous savez que j'écrirai bientôt.

{ Time for me to head to bed.  Jeremiah's had such an exciting Climax Control that he's been on cloud nine ever since.  You know I'll write again soon.}

Diamond

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Time: Monday, October 2, 2017...  3:30 AM
Place: Auckland, New Zealand… Location: The Auckland Hilton Hotel...  Diamond and Jeremiah "Big Tiger" Hardin's hotel room…
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So far, the morning had been quiet.  After a long night of excitement at the arena, everyone had gone back to their hotel rooms and just gone to sleep.  Everyone that is, except for Diamond.  She'd not been sleeping well, and so she'd decided to stay up and do a little bit of lifting to try to get her mind to slow down so she could sleep.  She'd been stopped by Christian Underwood on the way out of the building and had been given great news.  The kind of news she didn't think she would be getting after so long of a time away from the ring, but when she'd gotten the news, her heart had soared.  Diamond was so full of anxious energy and excitement, she knew that sleep would be hard to come by tonight, even if she took one of her potions, and releasing the energy would be the best option.  So she'd put on a pair of black short shorts and a light blue halter sports bra, grabbed a towel and a couple of bottles of water and headed down to the hotel's gym.  Diamond was so keyed up, she actually warmed her body up by running up and down the stairs to get to the blood flowing.  She suspected she would be alone when she got down to the gym, and when she used her keycard to get in, she was right.  Diamond was on the ground of the work out center, stretching as she let her mind drift back to earlier that night...

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The Angels of the Fallen along with the Men of R.O.A.R. and the Unholy Alliance were all walking through the backstage area when Christian Underwood suddenly appeared from down a side alley.  He was moving quickly and didn't see them until the last minute when he'd come face to face with Gothika, who had just been laughing, so it appeared as if she had her fangs bared.  Christian was so surprised, he shrieked, jumping about three feet in the air, sending the papers he had been carrying flying.  Gothika saw him and couldn't help but laugh again.

Gothika: "Oh my my my!!  I can see that was a total 'clutch the pearls' moment for you Christian.  I hope I didn't scare you too badly."

Christian tries to sound nonchalant and blow it off, but he was trembling from the surprise and when he spoke, his voice was so high, he sounded like one of the girls.

Christian Underwood:"Oh no!  You're fine!"

He cleared his throat, trying to sound a little less frightened as he tries to pick up the papers that are scattered everywhere.  Dmitri and Dark Tiger move to help, and Christian takes the papers from them.

Christian Underwood:"Um, I mean, you're fine.  Just don’t go sneaking up on people like that."

Gothika chuckles and lifts an eyebrow as she looks around at her friends.

Gothika: "But, we weren't sneaking.  We were heading to the parking garage to get our cars and head back to the hotel.  You're welcome to walk with us if you're a little frazzled."

Christian shakes his head as he tries to get the papers straightened out.

Christian Underwood:"No, I can't leave just yet.  I've got to get the last of these papers signed before I head out for the night.  But this is perfect timing!  I've got something to tell you, Diamond."

Diamond looks around at her friends with a confused look, then back at Christian.

Diamond: "Me?  What do you have to tell me?  I hope it's good news."

Christian chuckles and nods, waving his hand at her dramatically.

Christian Underwood:"Oh, I think you'll like the news I'm about to tell you.  You've been chosen to round out the triple threat match for the Bombshell Internet Championship match at the next Climax Control."

Diamond's jaw drops and she looks around at her friends.

Diamond: "Mmm... Me?  Really??!!  ME??!!  But... But why me?  Why not Gohtika or Raynin?"

Christian reaches out and pats Diamond's shoulder gently.

Christian Underwood:"I know you don't think that we see you.  But we do.  I remember what you're capable of, and so does Mark.  We know you've been wanting a match, and we think you should have a chance to show what you can do.  And what better way than like this."

Diamond  looks up at Christian and shakes her head slowly in shock, her face split with a huge grin.

Diamond: "I... I don’t know what to say.  Oh my GOD!!  Thank you!  Thank you so much!!"

Diamond pounces him and hugs him for a moment before she turns around and pounces Jeremiah, giggling and squealing.  Christian smirks and nods slowly.

Christian Underwood:"Well, don't thank me yet.  You've got Crystal Hilton and Amy Marshall to face, and you haven't stepped foot in the ring for almost for years, and even then, it was in the Blast From the Past tournament.  Do you think you can truly handle singles competition?"

Darknyss steps up and pats Diamond's other shoulder, nodding at Christian.

Darknyss: "Don't you worry about it.  We're the Angels of the Fallen.  We're ready for anything!  And just because she hasn't been in the SCW ring, doesn’t mean she's lost her edge in competition.  We're always battle ready.  And I know that Diamond here can't wait to prove that to you and to the whole SCW Universe.  You're looking at the next Internet Champion here!!"

Christian shuffles his papers around again then sighs before he walks away.

Christian Underwood:"We'll see... We'll see..."

As in her mind's eye, Christian retreats down the hall, she brings herself back to the present and what she's doing currently.

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Diamond's body has been moving on its own as she lets her mind wander.  She stretched her legs in the splits, then used steps from the step class to increase the depth of her split.  She's so limber, it looks like she's about to split herself in two, but her legs just keep bending like she's a contortionist.  Once she's limbered up her lower body, she continues to stretch, pulling her upper body into ever more unique positions before she stands with her feet together and leans backward, touching the floor behind her.  She lifts her feet and holds a hand stand for a while before starting to lower and lift herself at a slow pace.  She lowers herself down to the ground and looks at the camera.

Diamond: "You know, most people out there may have forgotten exactly who I am, but that's alright.  Most people don't remember that I'm a previous Bombshell Tag Team Champion.  They only remember my team mates, Raynin and Gothika.  They think that I'm just someone who's been put on a shelf to gather dust, or that I'm the pretty piece of eye candy in the group who's just out there to shake her butt and show off her assets for the world to see.  But you know what?  I say, let them forget.  Let them forget the fact that I'm a part of one of the most dangerous and Dominant group of women to EVER grace the stage of a wrestling promotion.  Let them forget that before I came to this company, I was a multi-time Champion!  Let them forget that I gave up everything... EVERYTHING in order to come to this company and show solidarity for the people I love.  LET THEM FORGET IT ALL!!!  Because I don't care."

Diamond chuckles and puts her head down, not letting the camera see her eyes.

Diamond: "I don’t care if you remember my skills.  I say, come at me!!  THAT'S RIGHT!!  COME AT ME!! Throw EVERYTHING you have in your arsenal Amy.  I WANT IT ALL!!!  I don’t anyone to say that you took pity on me because it was my first match in such a long time.  I don't want anyone saying that what I do to you is a FLUKE!!  I don’t want ANYONE saying that I didn't go out there and put my ALL ON THE LINE FOR THIS MOMENT!!  Because you better believe, when you, me, and Crystal step into the ring, it's about to be GO TIME!!  You see, while you and Crystal have had your moments in the sun, time and time again, I've been sitting back, all back of the bus, just biding my time.  I've been supporting the people I love through some horrendous shit!!  I put my wrestling career on hold so that the people I think of as my family could spend their time out in the limelight.  But now... Now it's my time."

Diamond slowly stands, her eyes still lowered.

Diamond: "NOW IT'S MY TIME!!  It's MY TIME to stand in the bright, bright lights and bask in the glory of what it means to be on the stage of the Sin City Wrestling as a premier player!!  It's MY TIME to feel the praise of the fans as they watch my skills in the ring!  it's MY TIME to hear my name being chanted and it's MY TIME to FINALLY get my hands on a single's Championship!  And that Championship is going to be the Bombshell Internet Championship!  I swear, I feel like one of the Goonies standing at the bottom of the well, screaming at fate because their homes are under threat of being taken as they're searching for One Eyed Willie's treasure.  And if you think that I'm about to let this chance to show off slip through my fingers, then you better think again!"

She chuckles and slips her leg up across her chest, continuing to stretch a bit as she talks.

Diamond: "Everyone's always calling us monsters.  Or more importantly, they're calling my friends monsters.  They forget that I'm a part of the group.  Oh yes, I'm pretty.  Oh yes, I'm funny.   But the masses tend to think that I'm not as monstrous as my friends are, just because I look quote/unquote "normal".  The funny is, out of all of my friends I'm the least normal of them all.  Everyone else had something happen to them to make them into a monster.  Me... I was born this way.  A natural born monster.  I've been feared since birth!  Now here's the interesting part.  Everyone in the Bombshell locker room says that Gothika's the scariest monster because she can bite you to draw blood.  But me, I'm thought of as a cuddly kitten in comparison.  Now, what everyone doesn’t realize is, because of her vampyric strength, Gothika holds back a lot of her power.  I mean let's face it.  IF she truly let loose and tapped into her vampyric powers during a match, it wouldn't be a match any longer.  It would be a bloodbath.  Even Raynin is always trying to keep the Other in check.  But me...  I don't have any of those encumbrances.  What everyone fails to realize is that in the hexagonal circle, I'm the deadliest opponent they would face out of all of the Angels of The Fallen.  I'm the one who doesn't have to hold anything back.  I can let my freak flag fly to its heart's content if I wanted.  And I will finally have the chance to be as monstrous as I want to be in a match...  Well, without breaking any of the rules where the referee can see that is."

Diamond picks up her bottle of water and takes a sip before she sighs.

Diamond: "People say that my friends and I rely on one another too much.  They say that we help each other get wins, and I say this... They're right.  But not in the way that they think.  We don't lie, cheat and steal our way to victories.  We don't put other people down to make ourselves feel better.  We don't walk around with our noses in the air, looking down at all of the little people as we step over then, walking on them like they're yesterday's garbage.  And we don't sit back and complain and whine because we don't get something that we want.  We work hard for each and every thing we have!  We don't get freebies handed to us, and we don't act like brats to get our way!!  People have commented that I must have done something to get this opportunity, or they think that I've been added to the mix to be a sacrificial lamb.  Ha!!  As if!!  I'm totally not Christian's type, and I'm not even CLOSE to being Mark's type.  Besides, I have Jeremiah.  And I know that my friends and I scare those two.  Even if they don't show it, I can see their emotions plain as day on their faces.  But even if they are afraid of us, they respect us!  Not because of fear, but because we've proven ourselves with this company!  Because we've proven what we can do!"

Diamond walks over to pick up a pair of forty-pound dumbbells, then moves to sit down on a weight bench, and she starts to slowly do bicep curls.  Her muscles in her shoulders and back flex and contract as she moves her arms in an extremely controlled fashion.  She's kept her eyes downcast, but you can start to see a green glow coming from under her eyelashes.  

Diamond: "And after we step into the ring together, you both will learn a thing or two about that word.  Respect.  It's more than just a seven-letter word.  it's a credo and a way of living. That one little word can be such a powerful thing.  It's got quite a few definitions.  I'm about to show off a little bit of my Cass Technical High School and University of Michigan education here.  I'll let you know something only those who are true fans know about me.  I've actually got a doctorate in biochemistry, specializing in microbiology.  I wanted to know how the potions I mixed affected the people I used them on, so why not.  Yes, that's right.  I'm actually Doctor Diamond, but that just sounded...  weird.  I don't use the title unless I am going to a symposium or something.  But I digress.  And yes, I know the big thirty-two-dollar words, and I use them quite fluently.  Respect can be defined as a verb with a meaning of 'to regard highly; to think much of' and as a noun as 'an attitude of admiration, esteem, or friendship' which is pretty self-evident.  In Webster's dictionary, it's defined as 'an act of giving particular attention' or 'an expression of high or special regard or deference'.  But I think that the English Oxford dictionary defines it best.    There, it's defined as 'A feeling of deep admiration for someone or something elicited by their abilities, qualities, or achievements.'  Which means that respect isn't something that's to be expected.  It's to be earned, fought for and worked towards obtaining.  And let's face it...  Out of everyone in this match, I am the one who should be given the most respect!  I EARNED that respect!  Out of the three of us, I've been with this company the longest!  I've not said one word of complaint about the outcome of a match, whether it was win, lose, or draw!  I haven't begged, pleaded, threatened, or had a hissy fit about having a title match.  I've sat back and I've waited.  Like a spider, waiting on its web for its moment to strike!  I knew that one day, I'd have my chance!"

Diamond stops curling the dumbbells and stands, walking back to the rack and putting up the dumbbells.  She smirks as she runs her hands along the cold metal that's on the rack.

Diamond: "You know, I'm expecting to hear my opponents run their mouths off about how much better than me they are.  I'm expecting to hear them putting me down and say that I don’t' deserve to be in this match.  I bet I'm being touted as the underdog in this match because Crystal was just recently the Bombshell Champion and Amy has held ALL of the Championships in the past, so... what in the world would I have to offer in this kind of a match up.  I'm supposed to just be the sacrificial lamb that's being lead to the slaughter.  But Crystal and Amy are going to be in for quite a surprise."

She turns around and lifts her eyes up to the camera and they're ablaze with power.  They're lit up like a pair of headlights on a car.  Her whole body is trembling with the intensity of it, and she smirks.

Diamond: "I am NOT a sacrificial lamb!!  I am the one who does the sacrificing!!  Now, I'm not one to talk about what I have to offer.  I prefer SHOWING IT!!  So ladies, say all that you want!  Run your mouths off to your heart's content!  I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!  Cause when it's all said and done, all that you say means nothing!!  ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!  It's all about what you do in the ring that matters!!  It's how much you give when your stand on that mat after you step through the ropes that determines everything that matters.  And I for one know that I'm gonna show off!!  I'm gonna hit the accelerator and take off like a bullet out of an AK-47.  So you both better make sure you have on kevlar underwear, cause there won't be anything to stop me!!  NOT ANYTHING!!"

Diamond lifts her hands and slowly forms them into fists, squeezing them tightly and she closes her eye.  When she opens them again, they're her normal beautiful brown.  She chuckles softly, nodding.

Diamond: "This Sunday at Climax Control, the fun will begin.  I hope you're ready for it.  Because it's gonna be MAGIC!!"

She turns her back and walks over to the bench press machine, adjusting the plates and lays down, starting to lift more as the scene fades out.

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Time: Monday, September 30, 2017... 11:58 PM
Place: Auckland, New Zealand… Location: Hilton Auckland Hotel...  Diamond and Jeremiah's room…
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It was almost midnight.  That time known as the witching hour.  The moment of the between time, when one day flips over to the next.  It's also that time when the barrier between worlds become thinnest.  Most people don't know that one of the most powerful moments in a year is when the clock strikes midnight on New Year's day, when December 31st is on a Saturday, and January 1st is on a Sunday.  It's the strongest moment because you're not just between days, but between weeks, months, and years.  And if that day happens to fall on a year when a century or millennia flips, the power that's capable of being unleashed at that moment is damned near incalculable.  Few know that...  But she does.  Her grandmother knew it as well, and she always used these understandings to her advantage.

Unlike others who practiced, Diamond's grandmother was one who believed in using everything she had at her disposal to make sure that the magic she performed was successful, but safe for her and for everyone involved.  People thought she was into dark magic, but she wasn't.  She understood the balance needed in nature for the things she did, just as her granddaughter did.  And she'd pushed Diamond to be more and better at everything than she was.  She'd instilled in her daughter Antoinette the need for as she called it, "book learnin' and schoolin" so that Diamond would have more capabilities than she did coming up.  Marianne Le Veaux believed in networking to learn new techniques and ways for spell crafting to be easier.  And from the time she was three, Diamond was taught how to read and write so that she could learn to control the massive amounts of power flowing through her veins.  After school, there was magic learnin' time.  She studied her school books as well as the magic tomes and spellbooks her grandmother kept around the house as a child, and when her parents took her away to 'keep her safe' from the threats to her grandmother, Diamond had already handcopied all of her grandmother's books into spellbooks of her own which she continued to study to this day.

People used to wonder if there was some ancient secret to why her family lineage was so strong and skilled with magic.  But the truth of the matter was, there was no secret.  Magic ran through their bloodlines quite literally.  The Le Veaux heritage could be traced back through shaman from three different African tribes, Native American medicine men, Celtic druids through the french lines, and if the rumors about one of her ancestors were true, a demigod.  One of her seven times great grandmothers claimed to have lain with one of the loa from the isle of Haiti before she was shipped off to Louisiana in an effort to try to save herself from being sold onto a plantation of a known killer of slaves, and her twin children did just that.  As the story goes, she gave birth just before the auction, and the sight of the children in her arms mesmerized another plantation owner to claim her for his own.  The boy and girl were known to be so beautiful that the man took her for his mistress, and claimed the children for his own until his wife gave him a child of his own genes.  The three were raised as siblings until his wife's jealousy caused her to try to get her husband to get rid of them, in favor of her own child.  But he was so enamored with his mistress and the children he'd raised as his own that he could not keep them as slaves, and sent them off into the swamps, to his family's old land, which was the house that she'd grown up in as a child.  The boy child was supposedly reclaimed by the loa because he had grown so beautiful.  He was swallowed whole by an enormous crocodile, which her ancestor believed was a manifestation of the loa.  And in the process, he was to have become a loa himself, and blessed his sister with an influx of additional powers.  It was said that she could be seen, walking through the swamps on the water, or riding on the back of a huge crocodile.

But even with such amazing lineage, the magic didn't manifest in every child that was conceived.  Her grandmother used to tell her that this was a necessity, so that the magic wouldn’t be diluted as it was passed down through the generations.  There were some points where there were no magical children in the family, or the magic was so low that only minor tricks could be done, such as what would appear as sleight of hand, or some sort of a mind trick.  But in a strange twist of fate, if there were multiple children, only one of them would be able to bear a child, and that was the one who had the magic.  The other siblings would either be barren, or they would die tragically before being able to have a child.  And as the generations kept coming, there were fewer and fewer children, until it ended up becoming a string of only children.  Her grandmother used to say that it was because the loa were trying to protect the family, and stop the persecution that was running rampant about them.  They lived in practical exile due to the fear people had of their powers.  You'd hear the city folk saying things like, "The Le Veaux always know when something bad is gonna happen.  They predicted that big storm that wiped out the crops on the west side of the bayou."  or, "That witch said that the Johnston family's baby was gonna be a stillborn.  Maybe she made it happen!!"  They'd been hearing that said for generations, and until she'd left New Orleans, she knew that they would have continued to say things like that.

But as the midnight hour approached, Diamond's mind became extremely restless.  She was in bed beside her fiancée, Jeremiah Hardin.  And while her body was comfortably ensconced in the covers, her mind was being plagued by memories of the past.  Specifically, she was seeing something she knew she shouldn't have been able to see.  She was seeing the murder of her Grandmother as if she were stuck in a super realistic, full immersion virtual reality playback of that night.  Her senses were being engulfed in the sights, sounds and smells of the bayou where she knew her grandmother took her final breaths.  It was the same night her parents were killed in front of her eyes, murdered by a killer undead creature sent by one of her grandmother's biggest rivals in the voudoun world.  She didn't understand why this of all things was what would plague her at such an important juncture in her life.  She was close to getting her hands on a singles championship for the first time in Sin City Wrestling.  She was with a man she loved, and her connection to the loa was stronger than it had been in a long time.  Could that be it?  Was there something that the loa wanted her to do in regards to this moment?

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She watched her grandmother as she puttered around in her kitchen.  Diamond inhaled deeply and sighed heavily as the scent of baking biscuits in the oven and a pot of red beans with andouille sausage, bacon, and ham filled her nostrils.  She knew that there was a second pot of perfectly cooked dirty rice to go with the beans, because it was her grandmother's special recipe.  She remembered the flavor of that meal as it was one of her favorites that her grandmother used to make when she was a child.  Her grandmother passed by, and the scent of her wafted by, bringing a tear to Diamond's eye.  It had been decades since she'd last smelled that scent.  It was the scent of earth, herbs, mint and vanilla, with an underlying musk which was just her grandmother's natural smell.  It was the smell of magic to her.  She reached out to try to touch her grandmother, but something told her not to try it.  She pulled her hand back and let the memory continue to play out.

Her grandmother took the biscuits out of the oven and made herself a plate, then brought it to the kitchen table, sitting slowly with a sigh.  She closed her eyes and whispered a blessing over food and lifted her fork to begin to eat when she heard the bellow of a mad man outside.  The voice is deep as the pits of hell, and you can hear the vileness of the soul inside of him.  As soon as she hears the voice, she knows it could be only one man...  The man who despised her more than any other because he couldn't be as strong as she was.  Lucky Le Fay was his name, and he was a practitioner of the vilest kind.

Lucky Le Fay: "LE VEAUX!!!  I KNOW YOU IN DERE MARIANNE LE VEAUX!!!"

Her grandmother sighed heavily and laid her fork down before she picked up her cane and walked slowly towards the front door.

Marianne Le Veaux: "Merde!  Why is it always when I'm aboutta eat dat dis salaud (bastard) wanna interupt me?

She hears her stomach rumbling as she nears the foyer, the intruder continuing his tirade outside.

Lucky Le Fay: "LE VEAUX!!!  I CAN SMELL YO STINK IN DAT HOUSE!!"

She chuckles and yells back.

Marianne Le Veaux: "ALL YOU IS SMELLIN' IS YO OWN UPPER LIP!  QUELL IDOIT C'EST TOI!!"

She opens the door and steps out on the front porch with a huge sigh.

Marianne Le Veaux: "Why you here, stoppin' me from enjoyin' mah dinner, Lucky Le Fay?  Ain't you got no sense of decency?"

The man standing across from her is dressed in a long wool duster, but he has no shirt on underneath it.  He has on a top hat which is pulled down to cover his eyes from sight, but he has strange symbols drawn on his face. You can tell that the white and red marks are not makeup, but something sinister.  His chest is covered in scars that are shaped like other runes that have been carved into his flesh.  Even from where she was standing behind her grandmother, she could smell the evil emanating from around his body.  It clouded his aura, covering him in a cloud like a foul-smelling miasma.  She wanted to go back into the kitchen.  She wanted to keep smelling the scent of good food, and not what was rippling around this creature.  Yes, creature was the right word for him, because he was no longer a man.  He was a manifestation of darkness.  Her grandmother reached in her pocket and pulled out a jar of vicks vaporub and swiped some under her nose to try and cut the smell that was coming from Le Fay.  She knew this trick, as it helped when she was working some of the more rancid smelling potions she'd put together.  Coroners do the same when they're dealing with bodies that are more decomposed.  Right now, she wished she'd have been able to do the same, but with this being a dream or a projected memory, she was forced to endure the smell.  Diamond's grandmother sighed and shook her head as she brought the tip of her cane down on the porch's floor boards.

Marianne Le Veaux: "Well, dere goes mah appetite.  I thik my meal'll keep until I can get back in dere to eat it though."

Her grandmother turns her attention back to Lucky Le Fay and yells at the man standing in her yard.

Marianne Le Veaux: "I'm gonna ask you just one more time, Le Fay.  What ya doin' here?"

The evil man lets a laugh and lifts a finger that looks like a claw towards her.

Lucky Le Fay: "I'm here ta get what I want from ya ole woman!  I want ya magic!!"

Her grandmother chuckles and shakes her head.

Marianne Le Veaux: "I done tole ya over and over agin, Lucky.  Ma magic ain't somethin' I can jus' give away or you can jus' take.  Unlike you, I don't git ma magic from readin' books I stole from otha folks.  I ain't no thief!!  Ma magic is a gift from da loa!  An' dere ain't NO WAY I'm gonna let ya just take it from me!"

As she's speaking, the eyes of Diamond's grandmother start to take on a familiar emerald green glow.  It's bright, but not as bright as Diamond's gets.  Upon seeing the glow, Lucky Le Fay lifts his face so that the hat no longer blocks his eyes, and Diamond as well as her grandmother both gasp at the same time, then whispers softly, their voices coming in stereo...

"His eyes!!"

The man's eyes were as far from normal as Diamond and her grandmother's were.  Where their eyes lit up with an inner bright glow, Lucky Le Fay's eyes were full of nothing but darkness.  They were jet black and shining like obsidian, and when he next laughed, his voice sounded garbled, like there was another voice mixed with his.  Marianne shakes her head slowly.

Marianne Le Veaux: "Lucky!!  Lucky, what have ya done?!!  I knew ya was powa' hungry, but to stoop to that level...  Ta take a creature into ya like dat...  You've gone mad!!"

He takes off his hat and tosses it to the side, rolling his shoulders as his body seems to bulk up and lengthen from the scrawny old man he was to an almost beastly form.  He smirks and shakes his head.

Lucky Le Fay: "I got powerful!  Mo powerful den you can ever imagine!  And I done got wisdom from what's in me!  It knows so many secrets...  Including the secret ta yo' magic woman!!  You see, I know wher it is now!!  it's in yo blood!  I get it now!!"

Marianne Le Veaux doesn't blink.  She just reaches in her pocket again, letting her fingers work open the mojo bag that she always keeps there.  She shakes her head and chuckles.

Marianne Le Veaux: "See, now ya get it!  You right!  It IS in ma blood!  It's a gift from da loa to ma family!  It's been passed down through da generations to me!  And dere ain't no way for ya ta get it outta me!!"

The evil man reaches behind him and pulls out a long evil looking dagger called an athame, waving it around as he speaks.

Lucky Le Fay: "See, dat's what I thought too when I found out.  But de thing in me... He knows a way.  He knows how I can git ya magic, Le Veaux."

Marianne and Diamond both take a step back towards the house.

Marianne Le Veaux: "How?  How can ya git ma magic if it's a part of me?"

The insane man's eyes sparkle as he chuckles.

Lucky Le Fay: "It's simple really.  I just gotta eat yo heart an' brain."

Upon hearing this, Diamond's eyes go wide as she sees her grandmother cross herself and step back until she's almost in the doorway of her house.  But Lucky Le Fay throws his head back and laughs as she pulls out a handful of powder and sprinkles it across the threshold.  Runes of pure light appear around the house in a circle, but Lucky lifts a hand and taps a rune with a fingertip and the light immediately blackness, and the rune disappears, blowing in the wind like soot from a housefire.  Marianne whispers just loud enough for her granddaughter to hear her.

Marianne Le Veaux: "Mon Dieu!! Jésus m'aide! Donnez-moi votre protection! (My God!!  Jesus help me!!  Give me your protection!!)"

Diamond watches her grandmother slam the door and take only two steps back before the door explodes, throwing her into a nearby chair like a ragdoll.  She wipes her eyes and we see the face of evil standing before her.  The demon which was once Lucky Le Fay reaches out a hand and grabs her by her throat.  She struggles against his grasp, then starts to laugh.

Marianne Le Veaux: "Ya won't get nothin' from me demon!!  You were right dat our family magic is in da blood.  But I done already passed everythin' on!!  You'll get nothin' but a pittance from me."

The demonic form laughs again as it pulls Diamond's grandmother closer towards it's huge face.

Lucky Le Fay: "I know what you did Le Veaux.  You thought dat you could hide your magic in dat petite salope d'une fille (little bitch of a girl).  Did you really think dat I wouldn’t smell it in her scent?  The whelp reeks of magic so strong, it's like that nasty stench of a perfume you wear all of the time."

Marianne chuckles and gurgles out a reply.

Marianne Le Veaux: "Dey call it soap.  You should try it sometime."

She starts to laugh, but her laughter is cut short as the demon squeezes tighter on her throat.

Lucky Le Fay: "You laugh now, but I got my creatures headed to get dat girl!  And dey gonna bring her to me!  And den I'll have a second feast!!"

Marianne's voice comes through as barely a whisper because of how tightly the demon is squeezing her throat.

Marianne Le Veaux: "You ain't gonna touch ma petite chere!!  I'll see you in hell first!!"

She reaches in her pocket and pulls out three crystals, dropping them to the ground.  As the demon laughs, he brings her face closer to his.  She can smell the stink from his breath stealing what little air she can squeeze through her throat.  He can't help but give one final jab at her.

Lucky Le Fay: "I bet you gonna taste like chicken.  Say nightie night bitch!!"

She pulls out her mojo bag and somehow gets the strings open as the demon pulls her head towards its mouth.  She whispers with her last breath...

Marianne Le Veaux: "Nightie Night bitch!!"

She drops the contents of the mojo bag onto the crystals, and everything goes up in a bright white flash.  Diamond puts her hands up to cover her eyes, but this is inside of her dream, so she knows she can't block out the brightness.  She shudders as she realizes what all of this meant.  Her grandmother defeated the demon, but it's creatures were already sent to kill her parents and bring her back to this... thing.  Whatever magic Lucky Le Fay used to raise them should have ended with his death, but because if his link to whatever was inside of him, the entities he'd created could survive beyond his death.  Could that mean that the demon survived?

Marianne Le Veaux: { Dat's why I been reachin' out to ya ma petite chere.  Somethin' dat evil ain't gonna die just cause de body it's in is killed.  I stopped it from getting' ma magic.  But what it wanted to do to me...  Dat wouldn’t have given Le Fay anythin'!!  Dis monsta is tryin' ta end our line!!  And it knows dat you are de one dat de loa been waitin' fo!! }

Her grandmother's form appears out of the blanket of white which is surrounding her.  She frowns and shakes her head.

Diamond: "I don't understand Grandmere!  What do you mean?"

Her grandmother's lips don't move, but she can hear everything in her mind.

Marianne Le Veaux: { I tole yo mother and father de truth when I tole dem dat you was gonna be somethin' special!  You was destined ta bring our world out of da darkness it's been surrounded with and inta da light!!  You da bridge between dat world out dere and de world of voudoun an magic!!  You done already started!!  You on de tv, and you're showin' what we can do!  Dat's de beginnin'!!  But you gotta protect yoself!!  Cause de demon is comin' fo ya!!  He wantcha and he wantcha bad, cause yo magic would give him untold power!! }

Diamond reaches out to touch her grandmother's hand, but her hand passes through it like through smoke.  She sighs heavily, tears coming to her eyes.

Diamond: "What do I do?  How can I protect myself?"

Her grandmother puts her hands on either side of Diamond's head and Diamond's eyes flare bright green as the face of a man, an aboriginal shaman, flashes through her mind's eye along with his location.  She looks at her grandmother who nods and blows her a kiss.

Marianne Le Veaux: { I'll always be dere.  I'm watchin' ova you, ma precious jewel!  Believe in yoself chile!!  Cause I believe in you!! }

Her grandmother's form is again obscured with a flare of white light...

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And she wakes up with a gasp, her body drenched in sweat.  She whispers softly to herself.

Diamond: "Did my grandmother just quote The Wiz?"

She shakes her head and looks over at her Apple Watch on the bedside table, and the time shows that it's one minute after midnight.  The between time has ended, and the barrier between the worlds has again closed.  She looks over her shoulder at the man she loves, and she turns around, cuddling as close as she can to him because she can't shake the feeling that she's being watched as the scene fades out.


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[Raynin]

 

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The scene comes in with a shot of the Angels of the Fallen, the men of the Unholy Alliance and of R.O.A.R. all sitting on couches and easy chairs with serious looks on their faces.  Darknyss takes a deep breath and starts to speak.

Darknyss: “Hello.  We are Blood Legion.  We’re joined here by our family and friends but not all of them could be here.  Earlier this week, we were given some startling and upsetting news.  The City of Las Vegas was rocked by an attack which stunned the entire city to its core.  Hundreds were killed, and hundreds more were injured.  Many families were ripped asunder by this horrific experience.”

Dark Tiger takes her hand and squeezes it as her voice cracks.  She’s not able to stop the emotions from showing on her face as the tears shine in her eyes.

Darknyss: “The entire city has been devastated by the wanton destruction of life.  The entire Sin City Wrestling has been affected, as our extended group of family and friends are forced to grieve losses of unimaginable proportions.  We…  We…”

Darknyss can’t continue, and Jeremiah takes over speaking as she hides her face in Dark Tiger’s shoulder.

Jeremiah Hardin: “We have co-workers who can’t get in touch with family members or friends.  We have friends back home who have contacted us to let us know that they’re alright, but we haven’t been able to get in touch with everyone.  We’re using this time to try to get a message out to those we and others care about to please, even if it’s just a text message or an email, or a DM on Twitter…  Hell, even just a status update on Facebook… Please reach out and let us know you’re alright!”

Diamond squeezes Jeremiah’s knee and takes a deep breath before she speaks.

Diamond: “Many of us in Sin City Wrestling have come from other cities and states…  Hell, we even come from other countries.  But upon joining Sin City Wrestling, Vegas became home to us.  It became the place where we come to work and play in the ring…  It’s our home away from home so to speak.  And for something like this to happen, it’s frightening.  But we here in Blood Legion, we are going to show our support.  We believe in solidarity in the face of adversity.  Each of us are going to be wearing a black armband for those who have been injured or lost.  We will also donate our time for the kids of the families that have been touched by this tragedy.  Once the tour is over, and we’re back on US soil, we will have a kid’s day and take the families to Get Air Las Vegas.”

The entire group pull out armbands and put them on their arms in different places.  The camera settles back on Darknyss and she wipes her eyes and nods slowly.

Darknyss: “Thank you for taking the time to listen to our message.”

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