Post by angelofdarkness on Jul 23, 2010 17:41:00 GMT -5
I have heard it countless times from fanatical priests, of their so called "encounters" with miracles. Stories from women and men who have claimed to have seen God, and have found the light and truth. I have actually seen mine, on a regular basis, spoken with her, received her guidance and her will. All the other followers of false gods pretend, or wish, to see their deity. They either desire, or make up in their minds, that they have physically witnessed them. Faithless cowards. Faith is not, and never will be, granted by tangible proof. If one needs this proof of their god's existence, then the very idea of their faith is dimished completely. They have reduced what is holy, to something that is logical. I knew of the Goddess, and her existence, her love for me, many years before I had seen or spoken to her. My undying faith has made me her chosen one. Many people claim to have seen the light, but I have seen the darkness. The unholy darkness that fills my being with delight, and fear. I will spread this fear to any who cross my path, and they will either embrace the darkness, or fall victim to it.
Katrina paced around the chamber. It was a square shaped room, with walls of pure marble. In the middle was a rune emblazoned circle, complete with thirteen candles on the perimeter. She walks forward, and places a shining green gem in the center, then steps away, contemplating it for a moment. She turns her gaze from the circle, and looks straight into the camera.
Oh Layla...dear, precious Layla....you are so false, a fake, a pretender. You are quite dillusional, and have no real grasp on reality whatsoever. I arrive here, and make my debut, my intentions well known. My worship of the Goddess apparent to all. What do you do after I arrive? You hire some silly men dressed up in robes to pose as druids, and you try to imitate the Undertaker. You speak of terror, and pain, as if you are familiar with it. Listen hun, you have no idea of the true meaning. I wonder when this game, when this facade of yours will end. You are not fooling anyone, we know your true self. Just that so called "Nasty Girl", that likes to shake her ass for the world to see. You are nothing but a fake, cheap, imitation slut. Stop pretending to be what you are not, and just stick with what you know best. Being a whore. You speak of true domination? The only thing you could dominate is a blowjob.
Perhaps the beatings I have recently given you has taken its toll, mm? Its been three weeks in a row that I have destroyed you in the ring. I have beaten you twice, in my debut, and last week on Raw. Have you forgotten that so quickly dear? Acting as if victory is a sure thing for you, when I've already beaten you twice. You cannot defeat what you do not understand, and with the Goddess granting me power, how can you even think to even begin competing? You are outmatched here Layla, and how you ever because a Women's Champion is beyond me. Perhaps it was the lack of competition.
You bore witness to what I did last week, to Jillian Hall. I defeated her, and then I humiliated her. I dissected her, piece by piece. I broke her body and her spirit, and perhaps she will never be the same again. She was in my way, and no she is erased from memory. A shade to soon be forgotten, as my era draws nearer. I have put her away, put her on the shelf for good. Perhaps if I feel so inclined, and if She wills it, I will take you out aswell. I believe I will not have a difficult time with that, if that is indeed the road I am meant to walk down. You say you will own me? You will not even own your own soul when I am through with you.
As for the other competitors, well, I would not even give them that title....they are just eye candy. I am pleased you stayed out of my way last week Christy, it was a wise move on your part. However it only delayed the inevitable, as this week we are on opposite sides of the ring. If you value your looks, I suggest you stay at home. The same goes for you, Kelly Kelly, you do not belong in a wrestling ring, you belong in a strip club, showing it all. Climbing poles for fat, hairy, sweaty old men.
I'm not quite sure who Candace Holly is, nor do I care. You are all just the same to me, just a pretty face. Stunning looks, with no personality. When I peel the flesh from your faces, then what will you have? Nothing. Your existence is empty and hollow. Victory is assured on Raw, for I have something you all do not. You have heard it countless times from me. Those who do not believe in the power of the Goddess will witness it first hand on Raw, as I become your Empress.
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She retrieves a large mallet from a table in the corner of the room, and walks back to the circle. She steps into the center, making sure her robes don't catch fire from the candles. She brings the mallet down, smashing the green sparkling gem. There was nothing but silence for a moment, but the ground began to tremble. Atleast, to the warped mind of Katrina...it did. The trembling multiplied, and the room split apart by a crack in the ground. It widened and widened, until the Circle was seperated from the rest of the room. A great red light shot down from the ceiling, filling Katrina's being with the blessings she so craved. Her back arched up, and she levitated a few feet off the ground, before falling back down in the middle of the circle, unconscious. To the normal eye, one would just have seen Katrina having what looked like a seizure. In her mind though, she had just received a boost, to defeat her enemies.
Katrina paced around the chamber. It was a square shaped room, with walls of pure marble. In the middle was a rune emblazoned circle, complete with thirteen candles on the perimeter. She walks forward, and places a shining green gem in the center, then steps away, contemplating it for a moment. She turns her gaze from the circle, and looks straight into the camera.
Oh Layla...dear, precious Layla....you are so false, a fake, a pretender. You are quite dillusional, and have no real grasp on reality whatsoever. I arrive here, and make my debut, my intentions well known. My worship of the Goddess apparent to all. What do you do after I arrive? You hire some silly men dressed up in robes to pose as druids, and you try to imitate the Undertaker. You speak of terror, and pain, as if you are familiar with it. Listen hun, you have no idea of the true meaning. I wonder when this game, when this facade of yours will end. You are not fooling anyone, we know your true self. Just that so called "Nasty Girl", that likes to shake her ass for the world to see. You are nothing but a fake, cheap, imitation slut. Stop pretending to be what you are not, and just stick with what you know best. Being a whore. You speak of true domination? The only thing you could dominate is a blowjob.
Perhaps the beatings I have recently given you has taken its toll, mm? Its been three weeks in a row that I have destroyed you in the ring. I have beaten you twice, in my debut, and last week on Raw. Have you forgotten that so quickly dear? Acting as if victory is a sure thing for you, when I've already beaten you twice. You cannot defeat what you do not understand, and with the Goddess granting me power, how can you even think to even begin competing? You are outmatched here Layla, and how you ever because a Women's Champion is beyond me. Perhaps it was the lack of competition.
You bore witness to what I did last week, to Jillian Hall. I defeated her, and then I humiliated her. I dissected her, piece by piece. I broke her body and her spirit, and perhaps she will never be the same again. She was in my way, and no she is erased from memory. A shade to soon be forgotten, as my era draws nearer. I have put her away, put her on the shelf for good. Perhaps if I feel so inclined, and if She wills it, I will take you out aswell. I believe I will not have a difficult time with that, if that is indeed the road I am meant to walk down. You say you will own me? You will not even own your own soul when I am through with you.
As for the other competitors, well, I would not even give them that title....they are just eye candy. I am pleased you stayed out of my way last week Christy, it was a wise move on your part. However it only delayed the inevitable, as this week we are on opposite sides of the ring. If you value your looks, I suggest you stay at home. The same goes for you, Kelly Kelly, you do not belong in a wrestling ring, you belong in a strip club, showing it all. Climbing poles for fat, hairy, sweaty old men.
I'm not quite sure who Candace Holly is, nor do I care. You are all just the same to me, just a pretty face. Stunning looks, with no personality. When I peel the flesh from your faces, then what will you have? Nothing. Your existence is empty and hollow. Victory is assured on Raw, for I have something you all do not. You have heard it countless times from me. Those who do not believe in the power of the Goddess will witness it first hand on Raw, as I become your Empress.
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She retrieves a large mallet from a table in the corner of the room, and walks back to the circle. She steps into the center, making sure her robes don't catch fire from the candles. She brings the mallet down, smashing the green sparkling gem. There was nothing but silence for a moment, but the ground began to tremble. Atleast, to the warped mind of Katrina...it did. The trembling multiplied, and the room split apart by a crack in the ground. It widened and widened, until the Circle was seperated from the rest of the room. A great red light shot down from the ceiling, filling Katrina's being with the blessings she so craved. Her back arched up, and she levitated a few feet off the ground, before falling back down in the middle of the circle, unconscious. To the normal eye, one would just have seen Katrina having what looked like a seizure. In her mind though, she had just received a boost, to defeat her enemies.
