Post by angelofdarkness on Jul 17, 2010 2:46:04 GMT -5
Katrina approached a steep sided, round hillock. Ontop of it lays an aging, great tower made of stone blocks. It was atleast fifty feet high, and circular in shape. She proceeded tentatively, fully expecting the worse. Her Goddess knew all, saw all, with her ever-seeing eyes that penetrate the soul. She merely hoped she would be granted the audience, that she would not be denied, after her most recent loss. A devastating loss it had been for her. The slope was nearly a seventy five degree incline. As she comtinued further, the incline transformed. It took her from unremarkable grass, to a staircase of stone, with flat and even steps. About fifty more paces brought Katrina to the flat top of the hillock and a cobblestone walkway, encircling the tower. As she came closer to the tower, the iron-bound door suddenly swung wide open. Had it been open all along, perhaps, only seeming to be closed? Was she imaging or seeing things? She had no idea.
She paused before starting over the threshold inside the dark tower. There was a sound of grating stone, and a whole area of the stone wall in the foyer suddenly shifted and swung out. It blocked the entire inner entry door, and a cobwebbed stairway was revealed, winding down into blackness. She descended the staircase, seeming familiar with the walkway, traversing the darkened staircase with ease. At the bottom, many moments later, she lit a torch, and continued on her way. She entered a room, with a typical altar, but also behind it, was a statue. A statue of a beautiful woman. One might guess this was her goddess, her diety. The statue depicted the gorgeous woman, with a muscular, lithe body, and silky smooth skin, with angular facial features. Katrina knelt down to both knees.
Forgive me Goddess, for I have failed you. I take full responsibility for the loss, and I will regain your favor, I will strive to appease you once again. Forever shall I be your faithful servant, I will work harder to serve your will.
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Katrina stands after her solemn, brief prayer. Katrina begins to remove her shirt, and walks over to the altar, picking up a whip. The whip had six lengths on it, the end of each containing a thick head shaped like a serpent. Each serpent was baring its fangs, mouth wipe open. The fangs seemed to be made of iron or steel. She took the whip, and snapped it violently, the cracking sound resounding and echoing throughout the chamber. She brings it backwards, lashing it against herself, on her back. She moans in pain, or pleasure, one cannot tell, with each lash. The metal fangs ripping streaks and lines of flesh from her back, causing them to spill her blood heavily. After about ten lashes, she goes back to her knees, breathing heavily, sweating.
A red light fills the chamber, atleast to her eyes. What she saw, and what another would see, were two completely different matters. The statue seemed to come to life, the beauty increasing tenfold. Her Goddess walks over to her, gently stroking her face....
Your blood will suffice, for now my ever loyal servant.
Please forgive me for my failure, Goddess...I will not let you down, again.
Ah, my child...you assume that you have failed me
But...I lost...I did not achieve victory, the championship taken out from under my nose.
Katrina...take heart, you have not failed me. Has it ever occured to you, that this was all planned? Plans have been set in motion, and all you must do is continue along the path I have set for you. The events will unfold in time, and the plan will come to fruitation.
I do not understand...I-
Shhh, my child. All will be revealed to you in due time...continue to spread my word. Cause others pain, drown them in fear and pain. Give me blood, and you shall receive your reward....
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With a crack, sounding like thunderous lightning, the color of red flashes, and the room returns to its dimly lit state, and Katrina sits there, pondering the words of her Goddess, keenly feeling the pain in her back. A small smile creeps onto her face, and the scene fades slowly...
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Katrina had never before addressed the public, had never addressed the audience. It was time to change that. She had come out, and wrestled in front of the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching at home. She had never spoken in front of then, however. So there is was, it was time. Greenbay, Wisconsin was her destination. After travelling there, after many hours, it was her location. She kept a low profile, wearing a black trenchcoat, the collar kept high, to obscure her features. She made her way to the arena, where a jam packed arena awaited the events of the night. She entered the arena, lowering her collar, and walked down the halls. No interviewers approached her, nobody came to speak to her. Everybody seemed to be afraid, and kept their distance as she approached, as if trying to avoid even her mere gaze. The ones she passed were filled with an aura of hopelessness and despair, and a cold chill ran down their spine, causing some to shudder. She kept a stoic expression, and nobody knew what was on her mind, or her emotions. Not that they cared, they probably just wanted her to be away from them.
She headed straight for the entrance to the ring. She paused by the curtains, and the people in the production trailor began to cue up her music and titantron video. She paused before stepping through. She took a long moment to compose herself, as this sort of thing, or even the thought of speaking in front of all of them, gave her anxiety. She must remain calm. She would say her piece, and then leave, that was her aim.
The lights in the arena began to dim, until it was completely black. The arena went quiet, until a piercing scream broke the quiet environment, along with an image of someone having their head spurt blood from a wound.
The creepy, eerie music began to play. Disturbing images began to play, of violence, death, pain, along with Katrina destroying her opponents in the ring. Instead of any cheering, or booing, the crowd continued their silence, watching on in awe. They were not sure how to react to this, apparently.
Katrina steps out from behind the curtains, and the only lighting on the stage was a faint red glow, following her. She slowly walked down the ramp, not paying the audience any attention. She walked up the steel steps, and stepped into the ring. The ring announcer aswell seemed to be stricken, not giving her an entrance. The music began to die down, and the lights came back, flooding the arena in their glow. She gave one, cold, emotionless look to the ring announcer, who promptly dropped the microphone, and scurried out of the ring. Katrina went and retrieved it, taking a long moment, collecting her thoughts before speaking.
Jim Ross: This woman really creeps me out, King
Jerry Lawler: Me too JR...I would say she is beautiful, but I don't know what she would do...come to think of it I don't even wanna know
So I have made my debut. I came out strong. I faced Layla El, and Angel Destler. You all saw what I did in the ring, you saw me destroy the both of them. Angel has yet to be heard from since, though I know where she is. Don't worry, she is in good hands....hmhmhm....
I won in dominant fashion, tearing them to pieces. Then last week, I had my shot, at the Womens Championship. I dominated the match aswell, I tore everyone apart. They were fearing for their very lives, and victory was a sure thing. That is, until Jillian...oh sweet Jillian Hall...she stole the match. She stole the victory right out from under my nose. The loss bothered me, and was a great blow to my pride, but things have come to light...it has come to my attention, that things have been set in motion. It is all part of a grand scheme, a great plan. Surely you wish to know, but what you want, and what you get, are two seperate things. All will be known in due time, when things have run their proper course.
This week, I am forced to team up with Christy Hemme. All I know about her, is she won some sort of Divas contest years ago, and did nothing with the opportunity. All she managed to do was pose nude for the forty year old perverts who think women are objects, to wank off to. That, and become a terrible interviewer. How she got a job here as a wrestler, I will never know. She must have spread her legs to get the job. I am not happy about this, and would rather wrestle the match on my own, you will only be a hinderence, Christy. Let me make something very clear to you. I don't like you, in fact, I hate you. I hate everything about you. I would like nothing more than to take you to my place, abuse you, violate you, mutilate you, and then give you up to the Goddess as I quench my thirst with your blood. I will spare you however, aslong as you stay out of my way. In fact, don't even show up. You are not needed, and are only an unneccessary burden, dead weight.
I, not we...will take on the team of Layla El, and the champion, Jillian Hall. As to why this match was booked, I have no idea. I see no reason for the match, and how it will further my cause, teaming up against them. I'd just assume rip them apart, alone. Layla, I have beaten you before. I have destroyed you two weeks in a row, yet you come back. You are like a piece of shit that no matter how many times you flush, it keeps coming back up. You are a miserable cockroach, one that I intend to squash. You are merely in my way aswell. My target is the women's champion, Jillian. I will tear you asunder, and move on to my real opponent.
Jillian...how beautiful you are...So sweet, so delicate...soft, smooth skin...silky, shining, long blond hair...perfectly aligned teeth...stunning, captivating eyes. The things I want to do to you. I'm not just talking about hurting you, either. I have grown a bit fond of you Jill, obsessed, some might say. I want you, no, I need you. I want to feel the touch of your skin, the warmth of your blood. Oh how I want to taste it...perhaps it is as sweet as your appearance. We could have so much fun, you and I. All alone, in my labratory. I will make you moan, and scream, in pain and pleasure. Perhaps I will have to steal you away for some time, never to be seen again.
Maybe I will get what I want, maybe I won't. I might just have to settle for taking you apart, dissecting you. Muscle by muscle, limb by limb, until you can fight no longer. You have something that I want Jillian. That shining piece of metal, fixed onto a leather strap. Thy WWE Women's Championship. I have dreamed about it, I have fantasized about it, since I was but a child. I need it desperately, and I will do anything to obtain it. It rightfully belongs to me, and you have been so kind as to be the temporary holder of it, keeping it safe until I was ready. Thank you.
Your time is over, your reign has ended. It is time for a new face, a new champion. It is time for a dark era, the era of Katrina. The one who serves the Goddess til her dying breath. I will win the title, or I will die trying. I will not stop, I will not rest, until it is in my clutches, and the darkness will surround, engulf, and embrace Raw. My dark reign will shake the very foundations of the Earth, and all will tremble before me, kneeling down, bowing to me as their Empress. You will be the first, Jillian. The time has come, you may either go quietly, or make it harder on yourself. The choice is yours, but regardless of your decision, there will be pain, and there will be blood.[/i][/color]
The lights turn out, and blackness once again engulfs the arena. Katrina's music hits, accompanied by the echoing, disturbing, cackling laughter of Katrina. The lights flip back on, and she is nowhere to be seen, and the audience goes into a panic, looking around, holding their children close, as if fearing she would be nearby. The music continues, aswell as the laughter, as the scene flowly fades and we go to a commercial break.
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