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Post by jayde on Apr 13, 2011 21:14:46 GMT -5
The scene opens up on the streets of Kingston..the sound of joyous music fills the air. Banners and signs are abundant as there is a party going and the entire island nation of Jamaica is in a celebratory mood. We make our way around and we read some of the signs: “Welcome Home Lyara”, “Good Luck At Ascension”, “The Island Temptress Will Be Champion”. Soon we see Lyara Jayde in her element among her native people. She spots the camera crew and smiles as she waves them over to a table. She takes a seat and sips on a ginger beer.
~~~.X.X.The Island Temptress Lyara Jayde Storm.X.X.~~~
Welcome to my corner of the world…my home…beautiful Kingston, Jamaica. This is what made me the dominant force that I am today. I fight not for glory but for my people here and for my family. Now that I am here as a Diva in Thy WWE, I get to show what I am capable of in a Diva battle royale for the Divas Championship…a title that my cousin Layla has held twice.
Now I know what you are thinking…you think that because Layla brought me here, I owe her by laying down and letting her win that title. Well you are dead wrong…Layla, you know I love you and respect everything you have done in your career at Thy. You are the most dominant and tenured Diva there for a reason. You have never backed down no matter what came your way. But you know me…neither do I. I never have and I never will. That is not in me just like it isn’t you to do it. You are family always but come Ascension…you are nothing more than another target in my way. You had your time to shine, cousin. This time, you will have to step aside and let the better woman win. The better woman is me, Layla. You have lost focus on what is important when it comes to this business and for that among other reasons, you will fall just like the others. In a battle royale, it is every woman for themselves but I’m sure you already know that. In case you don’t , I will be more than happy to show you when I toss your ass over the top rope first and make an example of you. You are not as scary as you make yourself out to be. You are nothing more than the scared little girl who always hid behind either Kristal or Brian. You may be dominant but if I do recall, you have hit a few losses since coming back. Then there is the demon thing and your failed marriage and aborted engagement (or is that back on..never know with you, do we?)…not to mention being kidnapped by another one of your stalkers and your husband cheating on you with your own twin….damn, cousin; you just don’t have much luck nowadays, huh? Looks like little Layla has finally gotten into a situation that her looks and sexuality can't get her out of...sucks for you, cousin. Unlike our opponents, just because I respect what you have done doesn't mean I fear you. Just the opposite as a matter of fact, my respect for you as a competitor and what you have accomplishes makes me want to show you that you, like all the others, will fall and suffer defeat. We all have bad nights...as you have learned recently due to your last few losses inside the ring. So if I were you, I would either drop out or get ready to add another mark in the loss column. This will not be a good night for you. I don't plan on making this a cake walk for you. You think you are bad....you already know what I am capable of doing and the careers I have ended. Do not think that because we share the same blood line that I will lay down for you. We have fought before and we both know how that ended...with you flat on your back. Every time you tried to prove yourself against me, Layla, you failed miserably. This time will be no different. For you to think you will defeat me is absolutely insane. You haven't beat me in the past. But hey, continue thinking and dreaming that you have a chance..we both know you will never beat me. Never have and never will...sorry but those are the facts. You know it and so do I. Simply put...your time is up, cousin..whether you want to acknowledge it or not.
*She smirks and continues talking as she smiles and watches the people dance and hears the joyful singing of her native people. On the stage Beenie Man and Sean Paul are performing to the delight of the partygoers*
Angela Salveti....I will give you this much credit. You did beat my cousin in a tag match. Congrats on that victory. I will say this though...after that victory, no one has heard or seen much of you unless you were hanging on to Justin Time's every word. I guess he is supposed to shoot you to the top because you managed to catch his attention, huh? You say that you are from a wrestling legacy but I have heard nothing about you until your tag match with Victoria as your partner against Melina and my cousin. Yea you managed to hold your own against her and I applaud you on your victory. True, you did your thing in that match but why pull the disappearing act? Is this supposed to pique fan interest? If so, it isn't working chica. As a matter of fact, your popularity among the fans is starting to wane. Quite a shame, if I must say so...I was hoping my first one-on-one match here would be against you. I was watching the match backstage in Layla's locker room and you looked really impressive. You looked as if you could be some serious competition and that is what I am looking for. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be true now huh? You up and disappeared after a successful debut. Really sad, if I do say so myself. Well at least you get to be eye candy and a nice looking arm piece for the Icon Champion out of the deal. Like the saying goes, those who can, wrestle; those who can't, watch from the sidelines. Don't like what I am saying about you, Salveti? Well guess what?? Too fucking bad, chica!!! I'm not here to win over friends. I am here for three reasons and three reasons only: to kick ass like only I can; to further my legacy as the best women's wrestling has to offer; and for my love of the business. Popularity to me isn't important although I do have my fair share of fans from all over the globe. This is not a game to me nor is it a hobby. This is my livelihood. This is more to than a paycheck. I love this business. No I wasn't born into the business like you were but I love it just as much as you do; maybe even more. You see, I got as far as I did in this business not because of family connections but because of my work ethic. Unlike yourself, I don't rely on my family name to get me what I want. I have worked my ass off for everything I have and everything I got. Nothing was handed to me. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth like you and my cousin. I grew up impoverished in the mean street of Kingston. I had to fight for everything, whether it was a pair of shoes to wear or food to eat. I have gone through and dealt with shit that you can't even begin to imagine. I have seen things that you have only watched from the television on the news but I have lived it. I have had friends die in my arms...seen families torn apart and destroyed...witnessed senseless crimes happening in front of my eyes as I had to hide with my mother in order to stay alive. Until you can prove to me that you hang with a woman like me, you have nothing to say that I am interested in hearing.
*She sips more of her ginger beer and runs her fingers through her silky hair as she sways to the music playing all around her. The soothing rythym of the steel drums echoes in her soul as she moves from side to side, almost forgetting her train of thought momentarily. She smiles again as her next opponents come to mind*
Kylie and Alyssa...The Lesbian Alliance...now this should be interesting..I must admit I was shocked when I saw both of your names on the card. I was shocked and also amused as well. This should be fun...seeing you two argue over who will sacrifice themselves for the other one. I know you two are lovers and will not hurt each other for anything. I respect that.....I really do. But as I am sure you learned, Thy WWE is a place where relationships begin and they die here. Prime example...my cousin Layla and every superstar she has dated. This is not the place for a healthy relationship to flourish and grow. This is the relationship graveyard, girls. I know you two love each other very much and that is a beautiful thing. Having said that, I will say this. This is a battle royale..when it comes to this match, there are no loyalties...no love. This is war boiled down to its purest form. This is survival of the fittest. This is a battle and it is going to get bloody and it is going to get dirty...really dirty. This is not about love. This is for dominance...to claim bragging rights...to grab the top spot...to be named the head of the food chain...to be called the real top bitch to beat..to determine who is the true Queen of the Mountain in the Divas division here in Thy WWE. Are either of you really sure that this is what you really want? Are either of you really ready for this? Are either of you really truly sincerely ready for a match of this magnitude? I don't think you are. If anything I believe you both are having some serious doubt as to if you are going to show up at all. It is clear to all of us that you value your relationship more than anything and that is a good thing. But when it comes to an opportunity to claim gold, anything and everything comes secondary: regardless if it is family, friendship or love. There is a time and place for everything, girls. I believe you both are talented Divas, don't get me wrong. I just don't think that that you two are going to be able to see past your devotion to one another to see and realize just how important this match is. This is a golden opportunity to show you are as good as you say you are. The thing is: will you let your love for each other get in the way or will you step up to the plate and do what you have to do to get the job done and walk away with the win if by some chance, you both end up being the last two standing inside that ring? Not that saying that you both will last that long..just throwing that out there. Food for thought if you will..but anyway...you two are pretty impressive but you have yet to beat me. Beating Layla is one thing...defeating me is a whole different game altogether. I pull no punches and I have pity for no one. This is for the gold and I will take you both out...no matter what it takes. So think about that...this isn't the playground. This is the big leagues where the big girls and boys play for keeps. This isn't the indies...this is Thy WWE..we don't play games here. We fight like hell and we are out for blood.
*She smiles and laughs a bit before pausing to listen to the sounds of the children running around enjoying themselves. A few of them stop to get her autograph, to which she happily complies. After signing a few shirts and pictures, she continues speaking as she looks around at her native home.*
On to Hanna…you haven’t been seen around Thy since you lost your title to Layla at No Mercy. You have been MIA for so long that most people have even forgotten that you wrestled anymore. What happened, Hanna? Were you getting “homesick”? Couldn’t resist the siren call of the ring anymore? I must say it took some guts for you to come back here. Most people in your position would have stayed hidden after suffering a loss like you did. I applaud you for coming back, really I do. That was a brave thing you did, coming back after such a lengthy absence. Unfortunately for you, it was also a foolish thing. You should have stayed missing. You are way out of your league now, Hanna. I mean, you have been back here for how long now? A few months, give or take? And what have you done to make a name for yourself? Hang with K. Orton for a few days and come close to making a love connection? Ha…I don’t think Maryse will be too happy to know you almost “had” her “man”. How ironic for the woman he wanted (Layla), the woman he is with now (Maryse) and the woman he may have had (you) to happen to all be in the same match for the same title. This is just too damn funny to me. But anyway, Hanna…this may be your first match back since returning to Thy WWE. I got some news for you and I don’t really give a fuck how you react: whether you try to act cool or come out the bag on me. Like I said, this may be your first match but this will also be your last one. I am like nothing or no one you have ever faced before. You have no fucking clue what you are in for. I am not the ordinary Diva. I play for keeps…that title is mine and I don’t care who I have to take out to get it..whether it be friend, family or foe. As I stated earlier to the Lesbian Alliance and to my cousin Layla, in this match with these stakes hanging in the balance there are no loyalties. It’s all or nothing with a battle royale…in case your extended hiatus may given you a case of amnesia. Just giving you a heads up…I am not going to take easy on you just because you have been away for a while..you will get no special treatment. If that is what you are expecting, you clearly are in the wrong field of work. I don’t know what you were doing before you decided to come back to wrestling but I strongly suggest that you stick with that….leave wrestling to those of us who can endure and keep going because apparently this line of work is clearly not for you. You need to find something else to do to make a living. You just aren’t cut out for this anymore but nice try though. Hmm..maybe you can find another hopeless rookie to cling to backstage and bend his ear some more about how you are feeling. There are plenty running around…maybe they will listen to your stories and diatribes. I have better things to do.
Katie Lea, the self professed Queen of Queens…yet another “oldie but goodie” . Wow…is this supposed to be a battle royale or is this slowly becoming a geriatric reunion for has been Divas? Seriously, do you really think that you are even qualified to be in this match? Just like Hanna, no one has seen you here in years either. I guess you figured that you follow behind Hanna and try to make the comeback of the year. Too bad…so sad…..just like her, your attempt is an epic fail. Just like her, you should have never come back. Your time is up, Katie Lea. Time has marched on since you left Thy and things are not as they were when you and Hanna were here. Women’s wrestling as a whole has progressed to a level of which you are not equipped to perform at. This is not the Thy WWE that you remember….this is not the Diva’s Division that you formerly competed and once dominated….the Divas as a whole have gotten better…grown stronger since you went away. What I am about to say to you may hurt…but the truth hurts. You leaving was the best thing to have ever happened to the Thy WWE Divas. It’s the truth…you know it…I know it…Vince knows it…the worldwide fan base, critics know it. Just face it…you are in over your head. If I were you, I would use the same door that you walked in to resign and walk right back out into the sunset. This match will not end happily for you…not as long as I am in it. You are and will be just another victim. I have been preparing myself for this match for days. I am more than ready for this….the question is can you say the same? Can you say that you feel that hunger to win at all costs? Can you say that this is what you were destined to do? Can you say that you are ready to do whatever it takes to pull out the win and hold that title over your head? I don’t think that you can. As a matter of fact, I know you can’t say that but I can.
Madison Simmons…another Queen wannabe…this is really becoming pathetic. What the fuck is it about these Divas calling themselves queens and haven’t done anything to prove they are worthy of such a title. Madison…Madison…Madison..Madison….I am going to enjoy taking your ass out of the match simply to prove to you and the fans that you are nothing more than another poseur wearing a costume tiara. What have you done lately to be called a queen? Hmmm? Go ahead, chica…tell me what in the hell have you done? That’s right bitch…absolutely fucking NOTHING AT ALL!!!! Why you think yourself a queen is truly beyond me. You walk around with that damn fake ass tiara on your head and that do-it-yourself beauty queen sash that you obviously made during your spare time….and you have the nerve to say you are the “Queen”. Really? Really? Really? Who are you fucking kidding here? Not me…and definitely not these fans. You are nothing but a joke, Madison. You shouldn’t be in this match…hell you shouldn’t even be a damn Diva. You actually should be in the cast of MAD TV or in Barnum & Bailey’s Circus because you are funny as hell. I mean seriously, you are not Diva material. You are not worthy enough in my opinion to be a Thy WWE Diva. Hell Katie Lea is more of a queen than you will ever be and that is saying a lot. You are an impostor but either way, you are going to be eliminated from this match; whether it be by me throwing your wannabe ass over the top rope or me kicking you out through the ropes. One way or the other, your ass will be making contact with the floor. If I were you, Madison…I would wear something with a lot of padding and cushioning…I hear concrete is hell on the back but then again, you should be used to laying on your back. That is probably how you got into this match and this company: by either laying on your back with your legs spread or on your knees with your mouth wide open.
Roxanne…the Voodoo Queen….here we go again. Is anyone else sensing a running theme here with all the queen wannabes in this match? I mean what the hell? What is it with being a queen that it seems as though everyone and their mama thinks they are one. Listen up Voodoo “Queen”….I don’t give a fuck what type of voodoo you may try to conjure but I got a secret to tell you…you aren’t the only one who knows voodoo. Where I am from, we have that down to an artform. Compared to the things I have seen, you are just an amateur. The real voodoo queens and kings are here in Jamaica. Try what you will but your magic can not help you here. This is an entirely different playing field here,
Roxanne. Magic doesn’t work here..you have to fight your own battle this time. Your voodoo gods and goddesses can’t help you this time. You are on your own now…hope you are ready for this match, Roxanne. I noticed you in the club the other night, all over Bob Cena. Sorry that didn’t work out the way you planned. Anyway….back to the matter at hand….this will be a check in the loss column for you as well. I have every intent of winning this match and you are going down just like the other Divas. This is my time to take over and you are just another bitch in my way of getting that title. You don’t stand a snowball’s chance in Hell against me. You may be the Voodoo Queen but I am the Island Storm. Your chances of even coming close to winning that title are about the same as a idiot’s chances of getting admitted into Yale or Harvard: very slim. If I were you, I would stick to casting spells and believing that they actually work.
Now Denna…what can I say to you? You are virtually a ghost in my opinion..no one has seen you around here. No one knows what you are capable but regardless of what you can or can not do, I am not scared at all of you. You have been hiding out of sight. No one really knows who you are to be honest. I have no clue how you got into Thy WWE or even how you managed to qualify for this match but one thing I do know is this: I don’t care what talent you may possess but you will not get that title. This match is as good as mine. You don’t deserve to be in this match, much less in Thy WWE. You may have proven yourself to Vince and management..and that is all good..but you see this is the thing: you haven’t proven yourself to me or to our fellow Divas. What that boils down to is this: you are nothing but another nameless face here. After Ascension, you will be just another career that I destroyed…another Diva that I have faced and sent packing on her way to obscurity. Face it, Denna…..you haven’t done anything noteworthy other than getting into this match by a fluke. You got lucky by being placed into a title match. Sorry to have to tell you this…wait a minute….no I’m not sorry to break it to you…but your luck just ran out. You are facing the dominant force that is Lyara Jayde Storm. I kick ass…take no prisoners….and I for damn sure don’t take the easy road to get what I want. What I want, I get…and what I want is that Diva’s title around my waist. Believe me, I will get that title and I don’t mind taking out bitches one by one to get it. That title has my name on it. To be the new Divas Champion is my destiny…nothing or no one can do a damn thing to stop me from achieving my ordained purpose. If you think you are the one to derail my dream, I would love to see your ass try it and let’s see where you end up: flat on your back outside the ring looking at the ref send you back to the locker room.
Last but certainly least…the bane of both Superstar and Diva locker rooms…Maryse Ouellet. You have managed to become the most hated person on the roster. I can see why. You constantly run your fucking mouth and you don’t know how to shut the hell up. Hakuna matata….since you don’t know how to shut up to save your pathetic life…I will do it for you at Ascension. I know for a fact that you are really be hated because all but one of the male roster has come up to me begging me to kick your ass. I mean damn chica….how did you manage to make just about everyone from the higher ups down to the crew and hair/makeup hate you so much? I mean, I know everyone has enemies but god damn girl…you made an enemy out of everyone. Hell your own faction, the Beautiful People, left your ass out on a limb. Do you really think that posing for Playboy makes you better than the rest of us Divas? Just because you decided to bare it all does not make you perfect or flawless. It makes you desperate for attention..which I gotta say you have enough attention as it is. By the way, speaking of your Playboy issue…how does your “boyfriend” KO feel about everyone in the world seeing what you haven’t even shown him yet? Speaking of KO…you do know that you are nothing more than second best, right? The only reason why he is with you is because he actually wanted Layla and she wouldn’t have him. So he picked you instead. Although it does make sense that the two of you would end up together. People hate him as much as they hate you…even though he is more bearable than you will ever be. I hear you around the Diva’s locker room and I see you on Twitter talking your shit about how you are the next champion…how you are the Diva to beat…how you are so perfect and flawless and beautiful. I would have thrown up if I wasn’t laughing so damn hard from reading your sad attempts at trying to intimidate everyone. You think that you got this in the bag….surprise bitch….you will not win this match. You see, you have a serious handicap going into this match: everyone in this match hates you. Therefore all of us will be gunning for your bleach blonde ass. I can guarantee that you will definitely be eliminated because to be honest, Frenchie…no one wants you in this match whatsoever. Hell no one wants you here period. It truly amazes me that one person can make an entire company hate them but you did it. The constant running of your mouth is only serving to fuel my determination to take you out permanently even more..you think you are hot shit. Well I can give you this much…you did get the shit part right. You are nothing more than a model in my eyes….you don’t belong here and come Ascension, I will show you why. If I were you, I would spend less time with my boyfriend and more time training. You are going to need all the help you can get if you intend to get out of the match in one piece. Even though, the other Divas in this match and I do not see eye to eye on a lot of things…we do agree one thing unaminously: our hatred for you.
Well girls….I would spend a little more time talking to you but as you see, I am in the middle of a party being thrown in my honor that I must get back to. I can’t be a rude guest of honor …so I will see you at Ascension. Enjoy your time using your limbs properly while you can….when I am done with you, you will be needing assistance to do the most basic of functions. Take it as you will but I don’t make threats..I make promises. When I make a promise, I follow through. See you soon ladies…. I look forward to our dance inside the ring.
*Lyara winks and heads back to the party as the capacity crowd starts chanting her name. She waves as she makes her way on stage and starts to dance as the crowd cheers her on. The scene fades to black as the party carries on with live music performances and the aroma of the delicious beef patties waft through the air.*
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Post by roxanne on Apr 15, 2011 18:09:18 GMT -5
......& i can't help but want you more than i want to......
Life is Hell. For Madison Simmons, it's pretty fair to say that. Every single night she goes to bed alone, is nothing but a reminder of why she doesn’t have the championship. Every night that fate is delayed, she grows a little more hollow, and a lot colder. Every moment it turns her away, her heart breaks a little more. This was sheer, unmatched, despicable loneliness. And it was something that Madison Simmons wasn't used to feeling. Ordinarily, she could have anything she wanted, without a hitch. She was beautiful, gorgeous even. Intelligent. Funny. Healthy. Fit. Perfect in every single way ... and she'd gone to great lengths to gain the Divas Championship. And whether it be by force, or by ... gulp ... nature, it was ignoring her. That's why we're here, in the office of one Doctor James Andrews, Madison's therapist. She had to go all the way back home to Vancouver to see him, but it was well worth the money spent to help fix whatever was wrong in her clearly cracked head. Despite Canada's cold weather, she was dressed in her best -- a red and black Valentino party dress with a plunging neckline, and black, strappy stilettos. Her long, blonde locks were in curls, sideswept a bit. Her arms sported some designer bracelets. She held onto a lotion-infused tissue, dabbing at the make up under her eyes a bit.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "You seem upset, Miss Roucka. Why don't you tell me what's going on? For the next hour, I'm all your's. Let's talk." -- Madison's therapist.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "I ... I don't go by Madison Roucka anymore. I go by Madison Simmons. And, doc ... I - I feel like I'm just at the end of my rope. Just, hopeless. Desperate. I'm like a hamster on a wheel, stuck wanting something that it seems like I can't have. I've tried EVERYTHING. Money, sexuality, guilt: it's not like I should have to try this hard." -- the loaded pistol.
Doctor Andrews seems to be a little overwhelmed by Madison. She dabbed at her eyes, not wanting any eyeliner and mascara to stain her cheeks. She had her beauty over all the other girls, and that should've been enough to get her by. It wasn't like the rest where deep people ... they were possibly even more shallow than Madison. He offers her the box of tissues, just in case the waterworks should start. With someone as emotionally unstable like Roucka, now Madison Simmons, had proven to be? That was a very distinct possibility.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "Well, why don't we address first things first, shall we? Why aren't you going by Roucka anymore? It's a beautiful name. I believe it's Czech and it means gracious?" -- Madison's therapist.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "I'm part Czech and part Costa Rican ... but, Madison Roucka is part of the past. Madison Simmons, she's the future. She's the epitome of everything that everyone wants to be. Roucka? She's ... she's a diva search loser. She's the finalist, but not the winner. She's always the bridesmaid, but never the bride. Madison Simmons? She's, she's the main player. I-I'm ... the main player." -- the loaded pistol.
Nodding a bit, he made a few notes. The movement of his pen on his pad in her file always made her nervous. The file he had on her was perhaps as thick as the Holy Bible. He must've thought that she was a nutcase.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "Mhm. And tell me, Madison, why do you think so poorly of Roucka? After all, with no Roucka, there would be no Madison." -- Madison's therapist.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "R-Roucka isn't good enough for it." -- the loaded pistol.
Being open and honest was difficult. She felt a knot forming in her stomach, twisting and tying. Raking her fingers through her blonde hair, she slumped back on the couch, crossing one long leg over the other.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "What isn't Roucka good enough for, Madison? And why do you think that she isn't good enough?" -- Madison's therapist.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Roucka isn't good enough for the Divas Championship. It seems to only go with Blondes Canadians which is why I dyed my hair blonde then moved to Canada. But then it had an eye on Americans so I moved back home to California and it still doesn’t seem enough!
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "Those are some very elaborate observations made Madison. Almost on the point of obsessive…." -- Madison's therapist.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "I'M NOT CRAZY! I AM NOT OBSESSED! DO YOU HEAR ME!? Do you understand?! ¿Comprenderme?! Madison isn't obsessed ... Roucka was. Roucka was flawed, and faulted. Roucka was the one that would've hindered every little bit of progress that I've worked so hard in making. The Divas Title couldn't go to a girl like Roucka, she had to evolve. She had to be everything to change." -- the loaded pistol.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "Calm down, Madison. Please." -- Madison's therapist.
Her actions weren't frightening. After being in his profession, he'd seen a number of mental breakdowns. Madison though, at this point, was beginning to shake. Not knowing how volatile she may be feeling, he simply offers her the tissues by pushing them a little closer. Her breathing was upped, a little bit of sweat forming on her forehead.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "It sounds like you really want it, but I can tell there's something bothering you. Do you mind filling me in on what that is?" -- Madison's therapist.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Well ... I have to compete for it. They’re old, really. The worst part is that they think they’re young. They dress like they’re nineteen, they cuss like skanks, and I want to purgar whenever I see them. -- the loaded pistol.
Doctor Andrews makes a few more marks on the pad, while Madison continues. She crosses her legs, ankle-over-ankle now. Dabbing at her eyes a bit with a new tissue, it hurts that she's here alone. Talking about something that she wanted and couldn't have, that hurt too. Having to put all of this effort in for something that shouldn't be as difficult was painful.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "It's everything that I could ever want ... and when I see it with any of them? It kills me a little more. It'd look atrocious with any of them, I'm miserable without it. I ... I honestly lost track of how many times I've cried myself to sleep over it. Over la crueldad del destino." -- the loaded pistol.
He frowned a little, as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She dabbed away at it with her tissue. It leaves a little smudge, but it's nothing a visit to the ladies' room before leaving for her car won't cure.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "You really believe fate is cruel?" -- Madison's therapist.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Fate brings me to the same company, the same brand, as the title that I know it's my privilege to spend the rest of my professional career with ... only to keep it just out of reach of my fingertips? You're a doctor. You don't know what it's like, because you have degrees all over, constantly, just for that.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "Uh huh ..." -- Madison's therapist.
He makes a few more marks in what looks like chicken scratch to Madison from her distance away from the pad that sits in her lap. He checks through a few of her papers.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "Looking back at your papers, I've been wanting to ask you about this. In regards from your last visit ... the jump rope. Are you still doing that?" -- Madison's therapist.
She nodded her head. James marks a few more times in the steno pad that rests in his lap.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Well? What's wrong with me. And whatever it is, fix it before I have to get on my flight to Ascension tonight if you can, por favor." -- the loaded pistol.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "I think the better question is 'What should I address first?' much less 'What's wrong with you?' I think I'll go with what bothers me the most." -- Madison's therapist.
That certainly made Madison feel a little bad. Folding her arms underneath her chest, she had to sniffle a bit from where she'd broken down in tears earlier.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "You saying that Roucka doesn't exist, and Madison is her replacement. That is a clear sign of multiple personality disorder. But, with a medication regimen, that's easily solved." -- Madison's therapist.
He'd begun to write out a few prescriptions for Miss Simmons. Madison accepted them, placing the paper slips into her Louis Vuitton designer bag.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "The fact that you're still jumping rope every chance you get, says to me that you also have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. The most common form is the form about people obsessed with organization. Having their things in a certain order and doing them in a certain order. But, you fit every symptom of someone who is obsessive about their health. I honestly don't believe you could go a single day without jumping rope ... you do need to take some time off from that. You're a beautiful woman, you don't need to work out sixteen hours a day." -- Madison's therapist.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "What's wrong with taking pride in the way you look? I wouldn't get the title unless I cut all of my hair off and got a 'business-in-the-front, party-in-the-back', bleach blonde, damaged mullet! My good looks are the ONLY thing keeping me in the title picture. Por favor, doctor! No puede tomar lejos de mí!" -- the loaded pistol.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "I'm not trying to take anything away from you, Madison. I'm just saying that there is room for balance in your life. A few hours a day is fine, but you take it to the extreme. And also ... this whole 'Title' issue, is borderline obsession." – Madison's therapist.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "N-n-nn-no it's not. Obsessions are for crazy people. Lunáticos." -- the loaded pistol.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "I'm not saying that you're crazy, Madison. I don't think you'd go through all of this trouble if it didn't mean SOMETHING to you. But you're searching for meanings that aren't there, and blaming fate and destiny when things don't go your way. At this rate, you'll be put in a straight jacket before you're thirty-five. Look. I have something that may help you. Let me go get it." -- Madison's therapist.
He rises from his chair, carrying his notepad and files on Madison with him. She rocks back and forth a little bit, worried about what he may be bringing back to her. If there's one thing that she isn't a fan of, it's syringes. Were psychologists allowed to give injections? She didn't think so, but that doesn't mean they didn't have someone who is licensed to give shots. As he re-enters the room, he carries a small bottle of pills. Removing a few of them, about two, he offers them to the new blonde. She accepts the capsules in her palm, looking at them, curiously.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "These pills are designed to help replenish your Serotonin. Serotonin is what controls your feelings of happiness and well being in your brain. Clearly, with you, your level of Serotonin isn't what it should be. Now, I want you to take the pills. And take this." -- Madison's therapist.
He offers her a business card, with his home phone number highlighted on it. Madison perched an eyebrow at his offerings.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "In rare cases, psychological medicines have adverse effects and can make you feel suicidal. If you get those feelings, do NOT hesitate to call this number before acting. Do you understand?" -- Madison's therapist.
Nodding her head, she placed the pills in her mouth. Rising from the couch, she grabbed her handbag. Tossing her used tissues in the trash can, the doctor leads her to the door.
✮ JAMES ANDREWS: "I'll bill you." -- Madison's therapist.
Making her way out of his office in Vancouver, Madison walked towards the exit. Climbing down the stairs, she rakes her hair back. Spitting the two capsules in the shubbery that formed the landscaping on the outfit of the office, she grumbled. Pills were for crazy people. She wasn't crazy -- she wanted something. There was a big difference. Grabbing her car keys from her purse, she disalarms and unlocks her car via the keychain. Our scene fades to black.
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......a diva is a female version of a hustler......
We fade to life on the first class accomodations made for Madison Simmons' flight to Ascension. It comes as no surprise this well-to-do diva would travel in nothing short of first class. Having gone to her home to pack up a few things -- some sundries, more tights, and various other essentials, she'd gotten a bit more winter wear as well, having expected even more cold weather to be in Ascension. She switched from her expensive dress to sweet wear, which consisted of the very trendy layered look -- a blue blouse with a black, lacy tanktop underneath, and a black knee-length skirt with blue slip on flats. Her cardigan jacket was in the storage bin above her head. Not even remotely interested in the in-flight film, Madison brushed her blonde curls out of her face. Grabbing her iPhone in her hand, she scrolled through her contacts. Uninterested in Twitter, she found her sister Mileena Roucka's number. Putting the phone to her ear after connecting, it rings in the background. Hearing the Baltimore Blossom's voice on the other end makes Madison grin a bit. It's rare that she's not a complete loner, but at this time in her life, she needed her sister.
MADISON SIMMONS: "Hola Bonita Mamacita. ¿Cómo estás?" -- the loaded pistol.
Mileena chuckled at Madison. Their relationship was pretty much co-use each other. Mileena get the Booze and Madison gets the boys.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "Really, Madison? You're going to start busting out the Spanglish on me? Where are you, anyway? We have a lot of talking to do about your match at Ascension and you winning the Divas title." -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "So, you want to talk about the painfully obvious? Because, that doesn't sound like something that can't be done over the phone, Mileena." -- the loaded pistol.
It was a roundabout answer. Why would she tell her sister....., of sorts ... that she was in therapy? If Mileena thought she was a raging psychopath, it was fair to assume that she might not want to associate with Madison anymore. Without Mileena, Madison would be going into battle for the Divas Championship alone. That wasn't something that she wanted to face.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "Whatev's, girly. Fact is, you've got a big match coming up this Sunday, and YOU just so happen to be so close to the main event that you can almost taste it, if memory serves me correctly. It's kind of irresponsible not to be getting ready, don't you think?" -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Mil ... calm down. Okay? Confía en mí ... you gotta' trust me when I say that I've got this. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm facing the half-off shelf at Losers 'R Us, and I've got the throw-aways. Ascension BELONGS to me." -- the loaded pistol.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "I know you're right, kay? 'Cause, Maryse and Lyara? Last I checked, Maryse was busy playing Keep Away with that old luh-oser, and Lyara is so desperately old that if you touched her, you'd have to wipe the dust off of your hand. I know, for a FACT, that you will beat them at Ascension. But I'm still concerned about you. Like ... how many opponents do you even have? Nine "men"? It sounds like Maryse's bedroom on an average Tuesday night." -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Oh-Em-Gee. I'm glad I didn't want to eat anything ... did you realmente need to go there, boo?!" -- the loaded pistol.
Mileena chuckled as she heard Madison's gagging noises. Letting out an exhale of relief once Madison manages to shake the thoughts of Maryse's bedroom escapades, she wiped at her eyes with the base of her palm, making sure to be wary of her faux eyelashes that she'd placed on.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "You've just really killed my wanderlust for granny porn by even making me THINK about Madison's bedroom. It was non-existent before, but now? Yeeesh." -- the loaded pistol.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "And just think ... some poor soul goes to bed with Ugly Maryse EVERY night." -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Yeah, well, they don't know anything better than second best. And until they stop being a loser, or until I beat Maryse! They won't know any better." -- the loaded pistol.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "I just don't know why anyone would even want to touch those men, considering they touch ... that. They're obviously NOT a man of discerning tastes. But, don't worry, hun. I took care of EVERYTHING. You're totally having a locker room by yourself, and your locker room will be loaded with exam gloves. So that way, when you toss those bitches over the top rope, you don't have to worry about getting there germs on you when you touch them." -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Aw. Eres un encanto. You are too good to me! Bee-Eff-Effs!" -- the loaded pistol.
Madison chuckled a little bit. She didn't care how loud she was, even though our Costa Rican Temptress was getting a few stares from the other plane passengers. She could be a bit on the obnoxious side, but Madison simply considered herself loud and fun, the very essence of what every great woman should be.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Trust me though, boo. The MINUTE that that title is mine, I will be scrubbing it clean, from head to toe. I'd rather play it safe, than play it sorry." -- the loaded pistol.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "Yuh nasty little creature!" -- the baltimore blossom.
Giggling a little, Madison crossed one of her long legs over the other. She bit her lip, practically anticipating the moment that the Divas title would be her's. She was counting it down, as if it were waiting just around the bend. It was as if she were waiting for her lover to return, but really, she was simply waiting for the title to be her's in the first place.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "So, aside from the title, who do you think your biggest threat is in the match? Because, if necessary, I'm sure you have it in you to make a little pit stop and be a detour before you get to the ring ..." -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Huh? This ... this is awkward. I was only really focusing on winning the title. Everyone else is just ... secondary. Who are my opponents, anyway?" -- the loaded pistol.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "Ohmahgod, Madison. You are the LEAST prepared person I've EVER met. Let me check on the THY homepage and see if there's a write up." -- the baltimore blossom.
Mileena grabs her laptop from the other end of the room. Carrying it, she brings it to her lap. Madison merely hums to keep herself occupied, while Mileena logs into her laptop. Hearing her fingers stroll along the keys of the keyboard, Mileena begins to read names off to Miss Simmons.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "Maryse ..." -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Si. A slut. Who else?" -- the loaded pistol.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "Denna, Angel Sevelti ..." -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Some names to search for on Wikipedia later ..." -- the loaded pistol.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "Kylie, Hannah ..." -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Generic Wrestlers. Been there, seen that." -- the loaded pistol.
✮ : MILEENA ROUCKA; "Hannah, Layla." -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Okay, if you need to go from WWE like Layla, you're pretty lame, kay? Just how it is. Like, your ego is so desperately low you need to hop onto the next company that'll take you to preserve your 15 minutes? Can we say 'cojo?' You wouldn't hear me ever doing it, would you? I have something called autoestima ... self-respect." -- the loaded pistol.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "Wow, Madison. Calm it down, save it for the cameras. Haha, and finally, there's Katie Lea and Lyara Jade Storm" -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "That lesbian girl and the Has Been? Yawn. I heard Lyara's trying to abandon her roots ... she and our GM are about the same age. Mileena, you're in the Ascension Arena. You need to get on hooking them up." -- the loaded pistol.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "I think he has kids though. How mean would that be, to saddle them with ... well ... THAT, for a stepmother?" -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADSION SIMMONS: "What do I care? They're not my kids!" -- the loaded pistol.
✮ MILEENA ROUCKA: "You are so horrible Madison! Look, how about we just stop all of this strategizing until you get here okay? You were right, it's not even like we'll need to, anyway. You've got you match won, lock and key. I think you should just look cute and sexy while you're out there. You, me, shopping spree?" -- the baltimore blossom.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "Mil, you're such a poet. Haha, of course. You know that I have a certain inclinación por cosas bellas." -- the loaded pistol.
She had a penchant for beautiful things. Grinning, Madison was excited.
✮ MADISON SIMMONS: "I'll call you as soon as I land, 'kay? Besos! Te hablo con usted más tarde." -- the loaded pistol.
Translation: "Kisses! I'll talk to you later." Madison proceeded to hang up the phone, making herself comfortable. The flight would be a few hours with no changovers, thankfully. She could use the time to catch up on sleep that she'd been depriving herself of with her worries about the future. Namely, whether or not she'd be alone in that future. The thought of being without the title was almost too painful to bare. Hopefully, after the dust was settled, by twenty-eleven, if not sooner, the title would be Madison's. This scene fades to black.
OOC: Speedwagon said I could add one more scene. ^_^
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We come upon a dark eerie room that is dimly lit by torches deep underneath the Thy WWE arena complex. The room looks abandoned as though it has gone unused and neglected for an indeterminable amount of time. It could almost be passed off as the land that time forgot. Looking around the room, we see rusted shackles and numerous devices of torture scattered about, just waiting to be put to use again. They are blood stains of various sizes and lengths all over the floors and the walls. Some of them are still fresh as if the victim from which the blood was drawn had been there fairly recently. You can sense the lost souls’ presence still trapped within the room. The scent of fresh blood and the feelings of despair, fear and immense pain are still floating in the atmosphere, permeating the air inside the room. The silence in the room is broken by two distinctive female voices; one soft and barely audible with a British accent and the other more pronounced with an American accent.
~#~Female Voice 1~#~
Aahhhhh…home sweet home. It has been such a long time since I was last here. My returning here has been long overdue indeed. The time is drawing nigh as each second passes. Are you ready to stand by my side? Are you ready to take your rightful place and fulfill your destiny as it was foretold in years past? Answer me, my daughter. Your Queen awaits your response. Answer me and do not delay.
~#~Female Voice 2~#~
Yes my Dark Queen. I will proudly stand by your side and take my place as your chosen trusted advisor. I am ready to stand with you and my King as the War of The Ages begin. I would consider it an honor to fight by your side even if it means that I lose my life in the process. If I should die, it will be worth it knowing that my life was given as a sacrifice so that you and our King reign supreme over the earth. I will follow you wherever you may lead me even until death. I am your loyal humble servant. Your every wish is my command, my Queen.
~#~Female Voice 1~#~
Wise choice, my child. I would hate to have to make an example out of you if you decided otherwise. Your obedience thus far has pleased your Queen. Now go and turn the lights on, my child. Your Queen desires light to flood this room. There is a lot of work to be done.
~#~Female Voice 2~#~
As you wish, my Dark Queen.
The woman flips on the switch and light flows over the room, allowing us to see that the room in question is the dungeon lair of the most feared stable in Thy WWE history; The Dominion. There are bones littered everywhere around the room and in the far right corner is a throne made of bones, skulls and bolts. As we get a better look around we see a beautiful mocha colored woman sitting on the throne wearing a long flowing white gown and a golden crown upon her head. She looks deathly pale with veins clearly visible through her once vibrant and lively skin. Standing beside her is another beautiful woman, this one a darker mahogany shade, but equally regal as well. The two continue to talk amongst themselves. Once we get a closer look at the two women, we notice that the one sitting on the throne is none other than Layla and standing beside her is her faithful friend/trusted advisor Kristal Lashley. We listen in a little more closely to the conversation.
~^~Kristal Lashley---Royal Advisor to the Dark Queen~^~
My Queen, the battle royale for the championship you last held draws nigh. I know you will emerge triumphant over those mere mortals but I am concerned about one of those competitors being Lyara, your own flesh and blood. That is not a complication that we had foreseen so that we would have been able to properly prepare you for whatever she may attempt to do. What do you suggest that we do about that obstacle? We both know her pride is like yours: she isn’t going to lay down and let you take what was already yours. We also know that she will not no show the match either. I saw her promo and I am somewhat concerned as to what she may do. She is a powder keg waiting to explode and I am afraid that she will come after you first to prove herself since you are the longest tenured woman on the roster.
Layla’s laughter is soft yet haunting as it bounces off the sound-proof walls within the dungeon. She looks at Kristal with an demon-like glow in her eyes as she never moves closer to her. Even Kristal knew what it meant when Layla got that look: whoever her unfortunate victim is that crosses her path will not live to tell the tale. That was a look only seen when she senses a potential victim. She pats Kristal on the head as Kristal bows down in reverence and honor to her Queen.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
I already knew about my younger cousin Lyara being booked for the match, my child. That was not a surprise to me. Nothing surprises your Dark Queen. I am aware of everything and everyone. I can see deep within and can tell who is feeling what. That is just one of the gifts our Master would do that to me. I thank you for your concern, my child. Don’t worry about this….your Dark Queen will prevail.
She looks around, smiling darkly as her beautiful soft browns turn amber, then end up with glowing green eyes. She takes Kristal by the hands, pulling her to her feet and making her stand up right again. She smiles at her as for a brief moment, we can see the old Layla…but as fast as we see her, The Dark Queen side of Layla takes total control
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
Lyara, we may be family but that doesn’t mean I will allow you to come up in here to take what is rightfully mine. You are royally fucked this time, my dear cousin. You honestly think that I will let you throw a punch and harm me? You actually think you can defeat me in my territory. I am nothing like the weakling you used to fight when we were kids. If I do recall correctly, I remember you used to do your share of hiding sometime ago too. Have you forgotten so quickly how you hid at the sound of an opening or closing door because you used to think someone was coming to snatch you away? Did you forget you used to ask me to sing to you at night when you would come for summer vacation because you were scared? Dear sweet delusional Lyara…you really think you can defeat me, don’t you? Word of advice, cousin….don’t bite off more than you can chew. Your mouth and your insolence towards me just wrote a huge check that your ass isn’t sufficent enough to cash out. True you did defeat me when we did indy wrestling shows together back in the day. I will give you that much credit. I will admit to that fact you stated in your promo. There just seems to be something you are continuing to miss out on: that was then when I was just getting my feet wet.
She glances over at a lit torch on the far left side of the dungeon hanging from the ceiling. As soon as her eyes land on it, it ignites into a huge flame until it is enveloped by the fire and it incinerates into ash that floats down to the dungeon floor.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
This is a different time, a different place. Unfortunately for you, I have grown stronger..gotten better…gotten smarter than you will ever be. You are not facing that sweet little cousin you had grown accustomed to back when we were kindergarten . I no longer hid behind Kristal..look at her…she is my advisor and she will do as she is told. But back to the convo at hand, when I am done with you cousin…you will wish you wouldn’t have listened to Auntie and came here to the states.
She watches in amusement as the remains of the torch land on the floor. After a while she grows bored and sets another one aflame resulting in her smile returning briefly.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
Poor delusional Lyara…you really think that you can defeat me, don’t you? Word of advice, cousin…don’t bite off more than you can chew. Things are different now than they were years ago. What you fail to realize is this: that was then; this is a different time, different place. Unfortunately for you my dear cousin, you are facing a totally changed Layla. The Layla you see in front of you is not the Layla you are used to. In fact the woman you see before you is in fact stronger than your feeble imagination can even begin to wrap your mind around. I am no longer the weakling that you remember from years past. I have let go of all human emotions and as a result, I am not the same woman you knew. I am stronger than you…wiser than you…better than you. If I were you, I would start praying to your “God” to bring out of this alive if you decide to compete instead of saving yourself the agony of a slow painful death.
The thought of Hanna Rhenson breaks Layla into a hysterical fit of laughter as she recalls their first match.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
Hanna Rhenson AKA Hanna Beth…it has been what? Two…three years maybe since I ended your pathetic reign as Women’s Champion at No Mercy? That was a glorious night indeed…as least it was for me . I know that had to have been quite embarrassing for you to lose in such fashion especially after all that shit you said in that pathetic promo prior to our match. Let’s see if I can recall some of what you said prior to our match, shall we? “She’s a slut.” “She gives us British people a bad name.” “She’s better suited for dancing and spinning around on a stripper pole than wrestling inside a ring.” Am I right? Well we all saw how that match ended, huh Hanna? You lost your title to me and a week later you ran off into the sunset with your tail tucked in between your legs like a scolded dog. Now after all that time you decide to come back to Thy WWE, thinking that things will turn out differently for you? Begrudgingly I must concur with Lyara on this. Your coming back here will prove to be a fatal mistake. This time I will finish the job I started those years ago at No Mercy. This time when we come face to face, it will be our last time. This time when you leave here, it will be in a body bag. You won’t be walking out…your lifeless body will be carried out.
Layla grimaces visibly as Katie Lea Burchill comes to mind. "Yet another fool who doesn't know when to lay down and concede", she thinks. She shakes her head and smirks.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
Katie Lea Burchill…this must be the return of Divas gone by. First Hanna…now Katie Lea. One thing I can give you credit for: at least you had the common sense to keep your mouth shut. You knew enough not to dig yourself a bigger ditch than you already did by agreeing to participate in this..well I can’t call it a match per se….let’s just call it what it really is: the graveyard for stupid Divas. Come Ascension, that ring will be where 8 Thy WWE Divas’ careers will go to perish for eternity. It will also be where my reign over Thy WWE will begin again. You are one of many sacrificial lambs whose blood will be shed to solidify my legacy. My advice to you: stay home if you value your life and that joke that you have the nerve to call a career.
Kristal kneels down and sits at Layla’s feet, laying her head on her lap as a faithful pet would do to his/her master. She raises her eyes slowly and looks up lovingly at Layla, seeking her approval. Layla looks down at her and smiles as she runs her fingers softly through Kristal’s hair. Layla continues to run her fingers through Kristal’s hair, eliciting a soft purring sound to come from Kristal as she is lulled into a trance-like state.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
The Lesbian Alliance..Kylie and Alyssa…the lovers. Wow now I must say I am intrigued to see how this amusing development will play out. Now Alyssa, you had an impressive debut agains me. You fought valiantly and for that fact alone I do applaud you. Your opposition came at a very bad time for my goody-two-shoes alter ego. She and I were having an internal battle to determine who will prevail and have control over this agile body. My King was reaching out to me but Layla kept me suppressed. After her loss to you, she finally gave in and here I am in my full regal splendor.
That sexy yet dark smirk plays upon Layla's face once more as the lesbian duo comes to mind. She thinks to herself, "Way too easy..it's like taking candy from a baby".
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
Normally I don’t forewarn my victims of what is to come but since this is a special occasion, I will make an exception just this once. This is the dawn of The Dark Queen; a dark time in the annals of Thy WWE and of mankind in general. No soul is safe from me. Whether you like it or not, I am taking that title home and there is nothing either of you can do to stop it. So how I see it is like this: either bow down or get put down. As for you Kylie, you seem to be the weaker of your team but no worries because you will suffer the same fate as your beloved Alyssa. I can sense the apprehension from both of you about going into this match. Look at it this way: you both get to die together. You can’t get much more romantic and poetic than that.
She laughs maniacally, the sound of her dark evil laughter echoing eerily throughout the room although her soft voice is barely audible. She looks down at Kristal, still in her subservient position at her feet as if in a deep hypnotic trance. Kristal’s gaze is unwavering, unmoving as she continues watching Layla intently.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
Madison Simmons, so you say I am old, huh? Actually I am older than time itself. I was here long before your parents fornicated and conceived you. The person you see before you is not who you expect it to be. You see I am not weak and frail like you and most of these “Divas”. I am a superior being that you can not begin to even try to match in terms of power, agility and speed. You are nothing compared to me. You are a mere human as where I am no longer human. I surpass anything your imagination can conjure up. Human words are not enough to accurately describe me. So for you to think that you can defeat me is like saying the world is merely black and white. When you enter that ring, you are entering the battle for your very life and soul. Let me give you a glimpse into the very near future: you will perish like the rest and your soul will be mine forever. If I were you, I would find another line of work where you can be assured that your life will not be on the line because if you insist on showing up, you will most certainly die.
She gets up from her throne and walks around the room. With each step she takes, her head tilts as the light illuminates her skin. She stops and runs her fingers slowly over the restraints hanging from the wall as she admires the skeletons littered about. She continues her walk around the dungeon and stops once again as she lovingly looks at the iron maiden, one of her favorite torture device. She goes over to the ominous device and traces her fingers over the chains, relishing the coldness under her fingers and reliving the enjoyment of watching a victim being tortured.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
Roxanne Castillo…the resident Voodoo Queen. I have been watching you for quite a while. I have been amused by your spells and tricks in your native New Orleans. Did you really think that it was actually you performing that magic? Oh no…that was me that allowed you to do your “magic tricks” and your “spells”. Now you wish to face me in the ring? Do you really have a death wish? You don’t have a chance in Hell in defeating me. Compared to me, you are nothing more than a second rate magician with some slight combat skills. That’s not really saying much for your chances of survival in this match. Your ratio of getting that title is very slim…like you have a 1 in a million chance of coming even remotely close. Is that really a chance you are willing to take and with me of all people? Think about that for a moment…I mean really think about it. You may want to take the first plane back out to the French Quarter where your survival chances are more in your favor.
Her eyes land on the torture rack and immediately her soft brown eyes turn dark amber and glowing green once again. Her mind flashes back to past victims that were stretched to inhuman proportions on the rack. She giggles as she hears the pleas for mercy which she ignored.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
Denna…Denna..Denna. Where are you hiding? Do you really think that hiding is going to save you? If you do, you are very sadly mistaken. Your hiding from the inevitable is only going to make destroying you that much sweeter for me. You are the only other Diva in this match that has yet to prove anything as far as ring skill is concerned. Too bad for you that you have to face me and 7 other Divas to do it…not that you really have to worry too much about them anyway.
Layla continues her walk around the dungeon as she touches the fresh blood stains with a sick twisted smile spreading across her pale ghostly face. She raises her fingers to her face, sniffing the blood that sticks to her fingers…soon afterwards she licks the blood, savoring the metallic flavor in her mouth as she makes sure not to miss a solitary drop of the thick red liquid.
~X~.::::Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion---::::.~X~
If I were you, I would be more concerned about me and what I can do than about anyone else at the moment. So why don’t you come out from your hiding spot and play with me? I promise I won’t hurt you too bad…at least not at first anyway…that would take all the fun out of it for me. Gotta tell you though….I have no bones at all about chasing my prey. The chase adds even more enjoyment for me when I catch you and inflict excrutiating pain upon your delicate little body. So go ahead and hide Denna…because sooner or later I will find you and you will cease to exist.
She sits in the Chair of Torture, feeling the spikes pierce her skin but she doesn’t flinch. She just smiles and enjoy the momentary pain before getting up and walking over to the Judas Chair.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
Angela Salveti….the daughter of the famous Salveti family. We meet again in combat. This time around it is under different circumstances and different rules. Not really sure what your experience is when it comes to matches of this type but then again I really don’t care. What I do know is that although you may have handed me a loss before, it will not happen again. This time I am prepared for you and whatever you may throw at me. I am more powerful…more focused than I have ever been and that spells bad news for you. You may want to call your family and have them to get your affairs in order. There are funeral plans to be made…yours to be more exact. You beat me once but this time it will be you on the losing end once the dust settles. Trust me when I say that I am the last woman you want to be gunning for you. This time I won’t miss..this time I have no partner to carry or weigh me down. When all is said and done, there will be no more Angela Salveti…just a broken demolished shell of an once beautiful and vibrant woman who tried to achieve the impossible and failed.
Layla’s eyes falls on the Judas Chair and her eyes glow a bright green as one person comes to mind. She smiles as she imagines torturing said person until she screamed for mercy. She walks over and slides her hands down the pyramid atop the device, replaying all the victims that succumbed to the immense pain and their screams are heard in her mind. She laughs as she nods at the images inside her head
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
Now to the one I will have the most pleasure hurting…Maryse…the first lady of Eternal. You say you are the real bitch of Thy WWE? Well I can agree with you on the bitch part. Yes you are a bitch…but not for the reasons you seem to think. You are a bitch because you can’t seem to figure out that you are not what you say you are. Actually to be honest with you, you aren’t qualified to call yourself raw and uncut either. From where I am looking, you seem to be the same as every other Diva in that locker room…frail, weak impostors. You are not a true warrior.
She leaves the Judas Chair and makes her way over to the pear of anguish. Her mind flashes back to the many poor souls who lost their lives on the evil device. It brings yet another dark smile to her pale face.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
You are a fraud. You are a poser…a little girl wearing a big girl’s costume. You claim to be the HBIC and the future consultant to SmackDown. Well sorry to kick you when you’re down…actually no I am not sorry…in fact I am actually enjoying this….if what I heard is true, the only thing that you will amount to be is a living breathing target for anyone you piss off (which from what I am seeing and hearing is apparently everyone you meet). Basically Maryse, you have a price on your head and a BIG bull’s eye on your back. You may want to sleep with your eyes open. There are a lot of people who want to hurt you..that is if I don’t put you on permanent injured reserves first.
As she looks at her throne, her soft brown eyes flash red then green as she senses time for battle draws near.
~X~Layla---The Dark Queen of The Dominion~X~
Well Divas…Ascension is quickly approaching. I hope you are ready because I know I am. Hopefully some of you will take the advice given to you. Mostly likely none of you will because you have the IQ of the common church mouse. Never you mind….it will all be over sooner than you. Enjoy your last night of peaceful sleep, ladies. Your destiny awaits you and so do I.
Layla beckons Kristal to her side as they prepare to leave. She takes one last walk around admiring her handiwork as the scene fades to black.
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