Post by angelofdarkness on Jul 12, 2010 15:32:54 GMT -5
She stood outside, on the balcony outside her hotel room. Here she was, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. This was it, the culmination of all her dreams. She has lived a difficult, arduous life, one that had left her beaten and broken of body, mind, and spirit. Multiple suicide attempts, to take her life and end her suffering. None of them had success, however very close. The constant drug use, to numb the pain...and then her Dark Goddess lifted her from her despair, and gave her purpose on life. She was told to go after her dreams, while spreading the works of Her dark glory. Ever since she was a child, watching the stars on the big screen of the WWE. Oh how she wished she could be like that. It was now all coming to life, as some sort of dark fairy tale. The question was...could she do it? Only time would tell, a short amount of time, at that.
Picked on and harassed all her life, especially as a child, for being strange, and different. Dreading going to school everyday, for the taunting, the bullying. Coming home with black eyes and a bloody nose constantly, only to have her drunken father continue the beating and verbal berating. Forcing himself onto her many a night, robbing her of her innocence. "You are worthless, you are an ugly piece of shit. You can't do it, you will never amount to anything". Such inspiring words of confidence. Her mother had died when she was young, only to be raised by her asshole of a father, a pathetic excuse of a man. It was all in the past...never forgetting it, she would not...but she could not forget. The past made her who she was today.
She had overcome, and she had proved them all wrong. Well, almost atleast, she still had another step to take in this journey. She had signed with Thy WWE a week ago, and won in her debut match. Such dominance had earned her a shot at the title, the WWE Women's Championship. So close within her grasp...would she reach out and sieze it? So close to the peak of the mountain...she would either reach the top, or screw up the opportunity, slipping, and tumbling down the rocky mountain.
No, she must not. This was everything she ever dreamed of, this was her one chance, in her mind. It was all or nothing, the climax. Her main priority usually, was to cause pain. To inflict injury and cause terror and strike fear into any who came across her path. This was always first and foremost, but in this case she just needed the win. If she could accomplish both, then so be it, and more glory to the goddess. This was for her, she could not fail, she could not let it all slip away and fade into obscurity. She would win the championship, and her dark reign would commence. She would do something no other diva, or female wrestler for she did not consider herself a diva, had ever done in Thy WWE history. That would be, winning the championship, in a mere two weeks since signing. She would make history, and then after that she planned on having the longest reign aswell. She did not intend to ever lose the title, come hell or high water.
The other divas in the match were of no consequence to her. They were all just eye candy, not real wrestlers. Only getting a contract so that they could shake their hips for the male viewers. She had beaten one of them before, and she focused on the main threat, the current champion, Jillian Hall. Sweet, sweet Jillian....
Jillian Hall had run her pretty little mouth again about how she had beaten most divas on Raw. Specifically, she said she could beat just about any diva. Just about...not everyone, not Katrina. She may have been the best prior to Katrina's signing. She had not faced the Angel of Darkness, had not experienced the pain. She would soon come to understand, and soon find out firsthand, she could not win against her. Oh the things she would do to that pretty little face. So delicious, so smooth, so tempting...she had things in her mind other than pain and torture...Her sick, twisted mind imagined many fantasies regarding Jillian.
Katrina would make the Women's Division her own, she would dominate it, make it her Kingdom. Her foundation ontop would be stronger than reinforced steel, and none would be able to remove her. All would bow before their Queen. All would tremble at the sight of her, from the sheer dark power emanating from her very being. The thought made Katrina smile. Especially, a broken, beaten, bloody Jillian bowing before her on her throne. Kicking her in the teeth as she grovels, and begs for mercy. She would have to replicate this scene in their match, bring it to life.
She sighed softly, looking to the sky on this beautiful, dark night. The rain began to fall, cold droplets of water splashing against the stone and concrete below. She turned around, and stepped inside her hotel room. It was an average hotel room, with the usual furnishings, however a bit touched up to suit Katrina's tastes. With tapestries on the walls depicting strange symbols, and dark displays of demonic acts. The room was dimly lit with crimson red candles. She seemed to have a strange fascination with blood and death, apparently. It was not strange to her, however. It was, what it was. She did not care what other people thought of her, or about it. She wouldn't care they would boo her when she won the title.
She walked over to a makeshift altar, set with five burning candles. She kneeled down infront of it, bowing her head, and closing her eyes, muttering softly.
Forgive me Goddess for the lack of human flesh for a sacrifice. Tonight I will bring you blood, to sate your thirst, that I may serve you well, and you may grant me victory in the coming match tomorrow.
She stood, and went over to the bed, sitting down on it. She grabs a black case, and unlatches it, inside containing vials and syringes. She takes a vial, filled with some unknown substance, and draws the syringe full of it. She extends her arm, and clenches, and unclenches her fist, multiple times, the veins sticking out. She slips a band around her arm, causing the blood flow to be cut off at a certain point, the veins bulging even larger. She presses in the needle from an angle, and injects the liquid into her vein, and she gasps slightly. She sets the syringe and vial back in the case, shutting it, and removes the band. Closing her eyes for ten seconds, she opens them, and a course runs through her spine, making her shudder.
Her vision swims, and becomes distorted. Her reality has been turned upsidedown, and she embraced it, embraced the feeling. She felt free, she felt powerful. Nobody could stand in her way. She could not get enough of it, she was invincible. It was one of her means and ways of escape, of release, and she would never quit. In her mind, it was a boon to her cause, it helped her, aided her. She would not throw away a tool to her success.
Her breath becomes shallow, and her skin starts to flush red. She walks into the bathroom, taking a moment to vomit, then emerges, walking over to the kitchen, downing a cold glass of water. Katrina walks back outside, and climbs down to the streets via the fire escape ladder. She strolls down the street, and takes a turn down an alleyway. The night sky begins to open up, and the rain begins to pour even more heavily. She closes her eyes for a moment, and lifts her arms and head up to the sky, embracing the cold rain, revelling in it. She had always enjoyed the rain, it was soothing, and brought her peace of mind.
She stalked down the alleyway, turning down different streets, and other alleys, until she came on a drunken fool, passed out by a garbage bin. She pulls out a dagger, and slices the main somewhere in the throat, not killing him, but cutting a certain part. The man's eyes snap open, and he goes to scream, but nothing comes out, his eyes wide with terror in a silent scream. She flicks her wrist, cutting him somewhere where his arm and shoulder meet, and his arm goes limp. She does the same to the other.
She does the same to the back of his knees, and soon the man's limbs are made inoperable, basically paralyzing him. She digs the knife into the man's eye socket, digging it, blood spraying. She works it to the back, and pushes forward, as if using a fulcrum, and pops out the left eye, which she catches, and places into a brown leather pouch on her belt. She man writhes as much as he can, still stuck in that silent scream, his neck veins bulging. He bites down so hard on his tongue in pain, that the tip is severed, falling in his lap. Katrina takes that aswell. She leaves the injured, paralyzed, bleeding man to soak in the rain, and she walks off casually, a cold expression on her face as if unbothered by it.
She takes the same route back, the rain washing the blood and gore from her. She slips the dagger away, and walks in through the front of the hotel building, taking the elevator to the third floor, and walks back to her room. She sets the eye and the tongue down on the altar, mumbling a prayer, in some sort of langauge and tongue unknown to the populace. She waves her hand over the detached orb, and pops it in her mouth, biting down, and chewing, with a sickening sound.
The Goddess is pleased...and my victory shall soon be at hand. Jillian has an issue with vulgarity...I will indulge her dislikes then. As my innocence and dreams, everything I held dear, was taken from me, so I shall do to Jillian. The Women's championship means more to her than anything in the world, and I shall rip it away from her, as her soul is ripped out of her body, her heart ripped from her chest. I obliterated my opponent's last week, and this week it shall be resulting in the same outcome. They will all come to know my name. They will all come to fear me. Dear Jillian...take all your past achievements and accomplishments, and lock them away for safe keeping, they will not matter, and you may want them following your loss...as it will be the only thing you have left.
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