Post by Damian Rite on May 27, 2014 19:52:18 GMT -5
September 1998
The blazing fire of the lone torch seemed like a dim candle in the vastness of the throne room. The shadows flickered and whipped around with the wind. They seemed to be the only things moving in the whole world outside of the stars that shimmered outside in the night sky. This late at night was one of the only times the throne room was every this quite, ever this lonely. Most times of the day it was filled with music and food or business and shouting. Stillness was a rarity in the castle regardless of where one walked but the throne room was the rarest place to find it. In the quiet one could really see how large the throne room really was. The sound of the wind echoed against the columns and multiplied in amplitude. That’s probably why the king could hear the footsteps coming long before they entered the room.
King Tchalla sat on his throne un-moving. He stared out into the darkness as the light from the torch sent shadows dancing across his stone like face. One could certainly be forgiven in thinking that a statue of king sat upon the throne but every so often the ruler of Vambowa would blink, his chest would raise and fall, or his hand would reach for the golden chalice and drink from it. It was as he took another drink from the large golden chalice that he heard the footsteps coming toward the throne room. They were soft but also purposeful. As if someone were simultaneously walking through their own home and walking throne a mind field.
King Tchalla didn’t seem to be worried about these footsteps. Some could say that he should have been, maybe been more wary of what could happen to a king alone in the dark. But Tchalla simple sat. He had heard those foot prints before. They were as similar to him as the moon in the sky or the sun at dawn. So when Queen Tchalla walked into the empty throne room, robe draped around her body, The king barley moved. The little light that flickered from the candle she carried barely kept the shadows around her at a distance. Why she didn’t just turn on the lights, he didn’t know. Maybe because she loved the old ways as much as he did. Regardless of why as she saw him sitting there on the throne her pace softened. She approached with less worry but her face now showed concern.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) Darling I woke up and you had left. Is everything alright?
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) I am fine go back to sleep.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) but husband you do not look fine
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) But I am so please go back to…
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) You are sitting alone in the dark in an empty throne room…
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) Am I not king?! Is it not my right to sit where I wish whenever I wish it?!
For a moment the kings shouting echoed down the empty corridors of the main estate. The wind seemed to pass by even quicker, perhaps trying to escape the rage of the king. However Queen Falsi didn’t seem so much afraid as she did annoyed. With a blank face she simply bowed her head and in a very monotone voice she replied.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) of course…your highness
She turned to walk away but was stopped by the kings voice, much different than a moment ago.
King Tchalla: Falsi…
The queen turned around
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) yes your majesty
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) i..am sorry. I should never raise my voice to you. You are my queen and my wife and I am ashamed at my actions. Please forgive me.
King Tchalla leaned over in his throne holding his head in his hands. He sighed a heavy sigh as the Queen of Vambowa walked toward him, placing her hand on his shoulder.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) I forgive you my love. But you must tell me what is troubling you so. I am worried for you not only as my king but as my husband.
The king leans back into the throne. His eyes seem to look to somewhere far far off. It was almost as if he was watching things unfold before him as the shadows in the rooms shifted and twisted across his face.
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) it is our son…
Queen Falsi’s face displayed her sudden shock. She took a step back, her hand on her heart.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) what about our son? Is he alright?
The king continued to speak but he was not looking at his wife. He continued to stare into the darkness watching his memories display in the void.
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) we were walking through one of the down town markets. The day was bright and the people were happy to see us both as they always are. As we walked down the street there was a man… a man…. He had stolen a woman’s bag. He had been caught by some of the local authority in the area and he was being dragged across the ground wailing and pleading for mercy. The woman he had stolen from followed behind. The man had pushed her down and damaged her arm. Seeing how I was present the crowd looked to me to dispense justice. The man was like a child. Snot clung to his face as he begged for lenience. The crowd shook their fists and yelled at him. They shouted that he has done this before and he was nothing but a thief and a liar. The man wet himself right there in the middle of the crowd crying. I told him that he was weak and that he deserved the punishment he had wrote. They dragged him off as he dug his fingers into the ground begging and begging. And the whole time….the whole time….Xavier just stood there staring. As if he was watching a movie, a movie that he had already seen and grown bored with. Our little boy didn’t even seem the least bit bothered by a man pissing himself like a dog in the street. They drug him off to cut off his hand and he simply watched…not even a blink.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) Husband…our son….our son just has a strong mind, like his father. That should not keep you up at night love.
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) that is what I told myself. So we continued our day together and when we returned to the castle I left him to handle business.Then some time later, before you had returned from your summit, one of the servants busted into my work study with a look like he just seen a spirit. We ran to our sons room where….where…
The king trailed off, his voice lost in the shadows of the empty throne room. Queen Falsi took a step closer and again touched her husband softly.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili)... what happened?
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) Our son had found that one of the servants children had taken a few grapes from his snack bowl. So Xavier went into the small kitchen, taken a butcher knife and proceeded to remove the young child’s fingers…. “One for every grape he stole” he said. There was so much blood Falsi and…Xavier looked at me like he was so surprised that I was horrified. I grabbed him and I shook him and asked why?! Why?! Would he do such a thing? And he looked at me, in my eyes Falsi, and said “Because he was weak and he deserved the punishment”…He was so calm as he were standing in a field of flowers and not another child’s blood.
The only sound that could be heard was the wind. Both king and queen stood in silence, the darkness seeming closer than ever before. The queen was the first to speak her voice soft, almost like a vapor.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) the other child….is he?...
She couldn’t bring herself to finish the thought. King Tchalla knew what she wanted to know and spoke.
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) the child is in the hospital and is recovering…he took 8 fingers from the boy…
Silence once again. Both king and queen bathed in shadows that now seemed more bright than their current reality. The question was in the air as much as the wind.
What to do about Xavier?
……
May 20th 2014
Candice looked around the hotel lobby. “You could fit 10 of my apartments in here” she thought as her eyes moved around the room. There was a large fountain in the center that sprayed water so clear it looked like crystal. The whole place was covered in gold trimming. It looked like something out of a movie. The bell hops had tuxedos on and everyone walking in and out of this place could probably wipe their ass Candice’s yearly salary and not even notice. It was the most expensive cage she had ever been in.
Xavier’s people had the entire top floor purchased. Candice heard it was so there was no chance of any more reporters or tabloid people coming up and bugging the young prince. But Candice figured King Tchalla was finally getting sick of hearing about his son in the news feeds. Candice was about to go inside the room but she had gotten a phone call from John.
John: how you holding up kid?
Candice laughed a little though she wasn't happy
Candice Tyler: How am I holding up? Actually pretty good seeing how I finally washed out most of the blood from my favorite dress after the man went psycho a few weeks months back so that’s great. I get front row seats to him beat the tar out of innocent people and literally scare the piss out of children. Oh and most recently I have gotten to play babysitter for his new favorite plaything!
John: The Prince has got a lady?
Candice Tyler: If you use the term loosely. I don’t know any details, thank God, but he made me take her out and spend more money than I think I’ve seen at one time.
John : Did you vet this girl?
Candice Tyler: of course I did! John I know how to do my job.
John: Whoa! turn down the bitch ok I was just asking a question.
Candice Tyler: well don’t
John: ok ok…
Candice felt like she should apologize but that was never really their relationship. She knew she was just on edge and Candice was sure John knew it too. Candice sighed.
Candice Tyler: John how much longer and I going to be stuck with here…I…I really want to be done
John: Well negotiations with Vambowa have always been slow. When you have all the resources you can take your time to stretch things. Truth is the United States needs Vambowa more than they need us so it’s just a waiting game. Not to mention King Tchalla had been focusing on other matters…family matters.
Candice Tyler: Oh so you are saying it’s my fault?! I’m sorry but how on earth am I supposed stop him from doing the ever the hell he wants to do huh? The man beat two men at the same time a few weeks ago, he beat this Joey the Bastard person like he was nothing last week. So please John, tell me how I’m supposed to do anything here!
John: well I don’t have the answers but it’s your job to find a way to mellow him out. If it was my job I would be shitting myself but because sweet God almighty up there loves me it’s not my job, it’s yours. So figure it out Candice. This new girl could be a good thing, maybe relieve some tension. Hell I know if I had to stare at your sweet ass all day I would be a little wound up too…
Candice Tyler: You’re a fucking pig!
Candice hung up her phone. She felt anger shoot through her whole body. She almost threw her phone to the ground. It’s what she wanted to do, just smash it and leave everything behind her. But a buzz in her hand made her stop. She took a few deep breaths and looked at her phone. It was the Card for the next Raw. Candice opened her email and looked at the show, her heart sank. “This can’t be right” she thought to herself as she checked it again. Demmie Mae…but she was a woman. Candice had heard that Thy WWE had men and women fight each other in the ring but she didn’t ever think that it would actually happen. She started pacing in the lobby.
Candice Tyler: No no no!
This was the last thing that she needed. Xavier was finally started to fade out of the main stream news and now they were going to have him walk into the ring in New York and fight a woman on live television. She looked again and again and again but the name on the card didn’t change. Demmie Mae “The Queen of Darkness”. She wasn’t sure who she was more scared for. This Demmie girl, who was about to step into the ring with Xavier, or herself for having to step into the hotel room and tell him who he would be facing. She closed her eyes and took another few breaths. Her hand shook a little bit. He was going to lose his mind. Candice walked over to the elevator and hit the top floor button. “This whole company is disgusting” she thought as the numbers counted up. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Thy management should know better than anyone how dangerous and unstable Xavier Tchalla really was. Why would they put him in the ring with… “a woman?” Candice thought to herself again.
As the doors of the elevator opened two men in black suits stood in front of her. They quickly patted her down and then motioned for her to continue down the hallway. “Why not a woman?” Candice thought as she walked down the hallway. This Demmie Mae must be one tough superstar if she was getting in the ring with men and…what if he lost? Candice stopped in the hallway as the thought gripped her. She smiled as she pictured a bloody and broken Xavier at the feet of a girl who beat his pompous ass in front of the whole world. Candice started to laugh. “This could actually be amazing!” she thought as she quickened her pace to Xavier’s room. She had a big smile on her face as she knocked on the door. It wasn’t until her knuckles hit the wood that she realized something. Xavier could get beat by a woman in front of the whole world…and then what would he do? Xavier had already put innocent people in comas the last time he felt disrespected. And if he were to be humiliated on television he could…
The door swung opened faster than Candice had expected. Hakeem stood at the door silent and massive as ever. Candice stood with a look of shock and terror on her face as a voice from inside the room called out.
P. Xavier: Miss Tyler please come in!
Hakeem took a step aside and Candice reluctantly walked into the room. The suit was massive and full of everything money could buy and then anything power could force in. Sitting on the large black leather couch was Xavier. He had a glass of what looked like brandy is his hand and is smile was bright and wide. Like a monsters grin.
P. Xaiver: Do sit down Miss Tyler. I am sure it has been a long day for you.
Candice Tyler: um…thank you your highness but I actually think I would rather stand I’m only going to be here for a second and…
Prince Xavier’s words cut he off before she could finish.
P. Xavier: Then spend that second seated in this comfortable chair. Please Miss Tyler I want you to feel comfortable.
Candice could feel that this was no longer a request. She started to pick up on things like that. So Candice walked over to the large chair on the other side of the large tiger rug and sat down.
P. Xavier: ah see! Is that not much better?
Candice Tyler: yes…it’s very nice. Thank you
Xavier took a sip from his glass and set it down on the small table next to him.
P. Xavier: Wonderful. Now Miss Tyler there are a few things I need you to do for me today. First I would like you contact miss Marie and take her out to buy a vehicle. I do not care which one as long as it is expensive and fast. I want her to be able to meet me when I call her.
Candice insides cringed at the thought of spending any more time with Eva Marie but she didn’t let her face show it.
Candice Tyler: I can do that right away.
P.Xavier: Excellent. That is what I like to hear. Now the second thing I need from you is to tell me who I will be facing this coming RAW. The card for the show should be up today and I know that Thy management has seen fit to place me with something worthwhile.
Candice felt the whole room go cold, like her spine was dipped in ice water.
Candice Tyler: y-you want to hear about the card?
P. Xavier: Yes Miss Tyler the match card for RAW. Who am I facing?
Candice looked around the room. Hakeem stood in front of the doorway. There was no getting out even if she wanted to. Candice guessed she could leap out the window but the fall wasn’t something that you walked away from there was the factor of Xavier in the way. Was jumping out a hotel window more desirable than telling Xavier? At this point Candice couldn’t say no without lying.
Candice Tyler: Well… the card says you will be facing... Demmie Mae…
Silence hung for a second. Candice felt clenched her fist. She was ready for anything. She knew him any minute there was going to be a volcano of rage. But she had finally had enough. She figured if he came after her she could get at least one good punch in before he over powered her. He had never put his hands on her before but with news like this she was ready for anything, anything but…
P. Xavier: Hahahahaha hahahahahaha hahaha
!
Xavier’s laugh was so loud and so unexpected that Candice actually stood up. Her body was so ready to act it just moved even though the prince’s laughter was so shocking and just plain weird. He actually had to set his drink down he was laughing so hard. Candice didn’t understand what was going on. She was sure that he would be furious, somehow outraged. But the young ruler simply laughed. It actually was making Candice a little mad. What was so God damn funny?! Did the idea of fighting a woman bring this man that much joy? Candice didn’t know what to feel. Prince Tchalla happy was just as horrible as him any other time.
P. Xavier: haha haha…oh…thank you Miss Tyler you may go.
Candice turned and walked toward the door so confused. As Hakeem opened and shut the door behind her Candice didn’t know what she was supposed to feel. But regardless one thing was certain as Candice walked back toward the elevator.
Candice Tyler: I hope she kicks your ass
………………
Present
Outside of the stadium people are already lining up for the show that’s about to happen. Cameras click and flash as people take pictures of themselves outside of the arena. Memories of what will sure be an amazing night. Inside the arena is no different. Camera crews are setting up, ring techs and light people are walking around to their next destination. A few superstars can be seen walking to and from their locker rooms. It’s the average jungle here in Thy WWE, especially on show night.
The camera fades to the inside of a locker room, if locker rooms were decorated like a palace that is. Standing with a smirk on his face is none other than Africa’s Favorite Son, Prince Xavier Tchalla. Standing to his right is the large silent golem Hakeem behind him, looking uncomfortable, is Candice Tyler and to his left is a new face. Her hair is bright red like a signal flare and she is wearing a beautiful red dress. Her name is Eva Marie. She looks into the camera with a devilish grin as she rests her hands on Xavier’s shoulders. Xavier smiles he opens his arms wide.
P. Xavier: Salamu kutoka Vambowa! Greetings from Vambowa! It is I, YOUR majesty Prince Xavier Tchalla and as always it is an honor for you to have me here tonight. Tonight is a very special night my subjects. And you ask why? Well tonight is the night that Thy WWE management finally understands who I am. You see for the last couple of week I have come out here, told them what was going to happen to whoever they put in the ring with me, and then I went above and beyond that. They bring me one man, I crush him, they bring me two men, I crush them. The pattern is the same each and every week. Each night I can hear you cry for a true warrior to come and show you the way. Yes despite being muffled by your fat American mouths I hear you. And it is s sad that the swine in charge won’t give you want I know you so desperately need.
The camera zooms in a little closer as Xavier continues to speak.
P. Xavier: So after the last RAW where I took Joey the Bastard and shattered his pieces for the world to see you think they would stop messing around and give me a challenge, a champion worthy of my talents. And who do they give me? A woman. There are only two reasons for this. Ether every single champion in this company is so afraid of what I will do to them in that ring that they would rather hide behind the back of a girl then come out and fight me like a man or this, Demmie Mae is honest and truly the best this backward American company has t offer me. Do you think that sending a woman out to the ring will change anything? Do you think I will somehow show mercy, lenience? Wrong…you are dead wrong. You see I have seen this Demmie Mae before. She hides up in the rafters like a rat hissing and spewing her filth week after week then commands that we be impressed. It is vermin like Demmie that are bringing this sickness, this cancer to this company. And like a cancer I will take great pleasure in cutting it out and laying it bleeding in the garbage where it belongs.
Xaiver brushes off Eva from his shoulder and takes a step forward toward the camera. He looks deep into it
P. Xavier: Demmie Mae “Queen” of darkness, you do not know the first thing about what it is to rule. You’re a roof dwelling peasant and your title comes from your own fantasies and sickness. You control nothing, you words are nothing, you are nothing. If you value your life I would stay hidden in your rafters or better yet do what you were made to do and fix a real warrior his dinner because if you come down to the ring there will be nothing waiting for you then pain and humiliation. There is no upset victory, there is no empowerment. I will break you down in front of the whole world and you will learn your place, a position that should be quite familiar to you, on…your…knees.
The camera moves even closer as Prince Xavier’s voice gets quieter. Though his face is calm his eyes are bright like fire.
P. Xavier: What happens to you tonight is only your fault if you choose to fight what fate has decided. When you are bloody, broken, and begging for the end know that it was your choice to throw your life away. So I will leave with one last chance,a gift, a little reminder of the very real fate that awaits you in that ring tonight. You are weak and you deserve this punishment. You can claw, you can scream, you can fight and you can cry. But you will lose, you will bleed, and you will bow or you will be broken. Ether way I. Will. Rule.
And with that Prince Xavier Tchalla walks off and the rest of his group walks with him. The camera stays however zooming in on a box left on the table. As the camera shakes a little moving forward the object comes into full view. As the scene fades to black there is no mistaken what has been left. In a gold box filled with ice….
A finger
end
The blazing fire of the lone torch seemed like a dim candle in the vastness of the throne room. The shadows flickered and whipped around with the wind. They seemed to be the only things moving in the whole world outside of the stars that shimmered outside in the night sky. This late at night was one of the only times the throne room was every this quite, ever this lonely. Most times of the day it was filled with music and food or business and shouting. Stillness was a rarity in the castle regardless of where one walked but the throne room was the rarest place to find it. In the quiet one could really see how large the throne room really was. The sound of the wind echoed against the columns and multiplied in amplitude. That’s probably why the king could hear the footsteps coming long before they entered the room.
King Tchalla sat on his throne un-moving. He stared out into the darkness as the light from the torch sent shadows dancing across his stone like face. One could certainly be forgiven in thinking that a statue of king sat upon the throne but every so often the ruler of Vambowa would blink, his chest would raise and fall, or his hand would reach for the golden chalice and drink from it. It was as he took another drink from the large golden chalice that he heard the footsteps coming toward the throne room. They were soft but also purposeful. As if someone were simultaneously walking through their own home and walking throne a mind field.
King Tchalla didn’t seem to be worried about these footsteps. Some could say that he should have been, maybe been more wary of what could happen to a king alone in the dark. But Tchalla simple sat. He had heard those foot prints before. They were as similar to him as the moon in the sky or the sun at dawn. So when Queen Tchalla walked into the empty throne room, robe draped around her body, The king barley moved. The little light that flickered from the candle she carried barely kept the shadows around her at a distance. Why she didn’t just turn on the lights, he didn’t know. Maybe because she loved the old ways as much as he did. Regardless of why as she saw him sitting there on the throne her pace softened. She approached with less worry but her face now showed concern.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) Darling I woke up and you had left. Is everything alright?
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) I am fine go back to sleep.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) but husband you do not look fine
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) But I am so please go back to…
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) You are sitting alone in the dark in an empty throne room…
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) Am I not king?! Is it not my right to sit where I wish whenever I wish it?!
For a moment the kings shouting echoed down the empty corridors of the main estate. The wind seemed to pass by even quicker, perhaps trying to escape the rage of the king. However Queen Falsi didn’t seem so much afraid as she did annoyed. With a blank face she simply bowed her head and in a very monotone voice she replied.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) of course…your highness
She turned to walk away but was stopped by the kings voice, much different than a moment ago.
King Tchalla: Falsi…
The queen turned around
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) yes your majesty
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) i..am sorry. I should never raise my voice to you. You are my queen and my wife and I am ashamed at my actions. Please forgive me.
King Tchalla leaned over in his throne holding his head in his hands. He sighed a heavy sigh as the Queen of Vambowa walked toward him, placing her hand on his shoulder.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) I forgive you my love. But you must tell me what is troubling you so. I am worried for you not only as my king but as my husband.
The king leans back into the throne. His eyes seem to look to somewhere far far off. It was almost as if he was watching things unfold before him as the shadows in the rooms shifted and twisted across his face.
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) it is our son…
Queen Falsi’s face displayed her sudden shock. She took a step back, her hand on her heart.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) what about our son? Is he alright?
The king continued to speak but he was not looking at his wife. He continued to stare into the darkness watching his memories display in the void.
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) we were walking through one of the down town markets. The day was bright and the people were happy to see us both as they always are. As we walked down the street there was a man… a man…. He had stolen a woman’s bag. He had been caught by some of the local authority in the area and he was being dragged across the ground wailing and pleading for mercy. The woman he had stolen from followed behind. The man had pushed her down and damaged her arm. Seeing how I was present the crowd looked to me to dispense justice. The man was like a child. Snot clung to his face as he begged for lenience. The crowd shook their fists and yelled at him. They shouted that he has done this before and he was nothing but a thief and a liar. The man wet himself right there in the middle of the crowd crying. I told him that he was weak and that he deserved the punishment he had wrote. They dragged him off as he dug his fingers into the ground begging and begging. And the whole time….the whole time….Xavier just stood there staring. As if he was watching a movie, a movie that he had already seen and grown bored with. Our little boy didn’t even seem the least bit bothered by a man pissing himself like a dog in the street. They drug him off to cut off his hand and he simply watched…not even a blink.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) Husband…our son….our son just has a strong mind, like his father. That should not keep you up at night love.
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) that is what I told myself. So we continued our day together and when we returned to the castle I left him to handle business.Then some time later, before you had returned from your summit, one of the servants busted into my work study with a look like he just seen a spirit. We ran to our sons room where….where…
The king trailed off, his voice lost in the shadows of the empty throne room. Queen Falsi took a step closer and again touched her husband softly.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili)... what happened?
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) Our son had found that one of the servants children had taken a few grapes from his snack bowl. So Xavier went into the small kitchen, taken a butcher knife and proceeded to remove the young child’s fingers…. “One for every grape he stole” he said. There was so much blood Falsi and…Xavier looked at me like he was so surprised that I was horrified. I grabbed him and I shook him and asked why?! Why?! Would he do such a thing? And he looked at me, in my eyes Falsi, and said “Because he was weak and he deserved the punishment”…He was so calm as he were standing in a field of flowers and not another child’s blood.
The only sound that could be heard was the wind. Both king and queen stood in silence, the darkness seeming closer than ever before. The queen was the first to speak her voice soft, almost like a vapor.
Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) the other child….is he?...
She couldn’t bring herself to finish the thought. King Tchalla knew what she wanted to know and spoke.
King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) the child is in the hospital and is recovering…he took 8 fingers from the boy…
Silence once again. Both king and queen bathed in shadows that now seemed more bright than their current reality. The question was in the air as much as the wind.
What to do about Xavier?
……
May 20th 2014
Candice looked around the hotel lobby. “You could fit 10 of my apartments in here” she thought as her eyes moved around the room. There was a large fountain in the center that sprayed water so clear it looked like crystal. The whole place was covered in gold trimming. It looked like something out of a movie. The bell hops had tuxedos on and everyone walking in and out of this place could probably wipe their ass Candice’s yearly salary and not even notice. It was the most expensive cage she had ever been in.
Xavier’s people had the entire top floor purchased. Candice heard it was so there was no chance of any more reporters or tabloid people coming up and bugging the young prince. But Candice figured King Tchalla was finally getting sick of hearing about his son in the news feeds. Candice was about to go inside the room but she had gotten a phone call from John.
John: how you holding up kid?
Candice laughed a little though she wasn't happy
Candice Tyler: How am I holding up? Actually pretty good seeing how I finally washed out most of the blood from my favorite dress after the man went psycho a few weeks months back so that’s great. I get front row seats to him beat the tar out of innocent people and literally scare the piss out of children. Oh and most recently I have gotten to play babysitter for his new favorite plaything!
John: The Prince has got a lady?
Candice Tyler: If you use the term loosely. I don’t know any details, thank God, but he made me take her out and spend more money than I think I’ve seen at one time.
John : Did you vet this girl?
Candice Tyler: of course I did! John I know how to do my job.
John: Whoa! turn down the bitch ok I was just asking a question.
Candice Tyler: well don’t
John: ok ok…
Candice felt like she should apologize but that was never really their relationship. She knew she was just on edge and Candice was sure John knew it too. Candice sighed.
Candice Tyler: John how much longer and I going to be stuck with here…I…I really want to be done
John: Well negotiations with Vambowa have always been slow. When you have all the resources you can take your time to stretch things. Truth is the United States needs Vambowa more than they need us so it’s just a waiting game. Not to mention King Tchalla had been focusing on other matters…family matters.
Candice Tyler: Oh so you are saying it’s my fault?! I’m sorry but how on earth am I supposed stop him from doing the ever the hell he wants to do huh? The man beat two men at the same time a few weeks ago, he beat this Joey the Bastard person like he was nothing last week. So please John, tell me how I’m supposed to do anything here!
John: well I don’t have the answers but it’s your job to find a way to mellow him out. If it was my job I would be shitting myself but because sweet God almighty up there loves me it’s not my job, it’s yours. So figure it out Candice. This new girl could be a good thing, maybe relieve some tension. Hell I know if I had to stare at your sweet ass all day I would be a little wound up too…
Candice Tyler: You’re a fucking pig!
Candice hung up her phone. She felt anger shoot through her whole body. She almost threw her phone to the ground. It’s what she wanted to do, just smash it and leave everything behind her. But a buzz in her hand made her stop. She took a few deep breaths and looked at her phone. It was the Card for the next Raw. Candice opened her email and looked at the show, her heart sank. “This can’t be right” she thought to herself as she checked it again. Demmie Mae…but she was a woman. Candice had heard that Thy WWE had men and women fight each other in the ring but she didn’t ever think that it would actually happen. She started pacing in the lobby.
Candice Tyler: No no no!
This was the last thing that she needed. Xavier was finally started to fade out of the main stream news and now they were going to have him walk into the ring in New York and fight a woman on live television. She looked again and again and again but the name on the card didn’t change. Demmie Mae “The Queen of Darkness”. She wasn’t sure who she was more scared for. This Demmie girl, who was about to step into the ring with Xavier, or herself for having to step into the hotel room and tell him who he would be facing. She closed her eyes and took another few breaths. Her hand shook a little bit. He was going to lose his mind. Candice walked over to the elevator and hit the top floor button. “This whole company is disgusting” she thought as the numbers counted up. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Thy management should know better than anyone how dangerous and unstable Xavier Tchalla really was. Why would they put him in the ring with… “a woman?” Candice thought to herself again.
As the doors of the elevator opened two men in black suits stood in front of her. They quickly patted her down and then motioned for her to continue down the hallway. “Why not a woman?” Candice thought as she walked down the hallway. This Demmie Mae must be one tough superstar if she was getting in the ring with men and…what if he lost? Candice stopped in the hallway as the thought gripped her. She smiled as she pictured a bloody and broken Xavier at the feet of a girl who beat his pompous ass in front of the whole world. Candice started to laugh. “This could actually be amazing!” she thought as she quickened her pace to Xavier’s room. She had a big smile on her face as she knocked on the door. It wasn’t until her knuckles hit the wood that she realized something. Xavier could get beat by a woman in front of the whole world…and then what would he do? Xavier had already put innocent people in comas the last time he felt disrespected. And if he were to be humiliated on television he could…
The door swung opened faster than Candice had expected. Hakeem stood at the door silent and massive as ever. Candice stood with a look of shock and terror on her face as a voice from inside the room called out.
P. Xavier: Miss Tyler please come in!
Hakeem took a step aside and Candice reluctantly walked into the room. The suit was massive and full of everything money could buy and then anything power could force in. Sitting on the large black leather couch was Xavier. He had a glass of what looked like brandy is his hand and is smile was bright and wide. Like a monsters grin.
P. Xaiver: Do sit down Miss Tyler. I am sure it has been a long day for you.
Candice Tyler: um…thank you your highness but I actually think I would rather stand I’m only going to be here for a second and…
Prince Xavier’s words cut he off before she could finish.
P. Xavier: Then spend that second seated in this comfortable chair. Please Miss Tyler I want you to feel comfortable.
Candice could feel that this was no longer a request. She started to pick up on things like that. So Candice walked over to the large chair on the other side of the large tiger rug and sat down.
P. Xavier: ah see! Is that not much better?
Candice Tyler: yes…it’s very nice. Thank you
Xavier took a sip from his glass and set it down on the small table next to him.
P. Xavier: Wonderful. Now Miss Tyler there are a few things I need you to do for me today. First I would like you contact miss Marie and take her out to buy a vehicle. I do not care which one as long as it is expensive and fast. I want her to be able to meet me when I call her.
Candice insides cringed at the thought of spending any more time with Eva Marie but she didn’t let her face show it.
Candice Tyler: I can do that right away.
P.Xavier: Excellent. That is what I like to hear. Now the second thing I need from you is to tell me who I will be facing this coming RAW. The card for the show should be up today and I know that Thy management has seen fit to place me with something worthwhile.
Candice felt the whole room go cold, like her spine was dipped in ice water.
Candice Tyler: y-you want to hear about the card?
P. Xavier: Yes Miss Tyler the match card for RAW. Who am I facing?
Candice looked around the room. Hakeem stood in front of the doorway. There was no getting out even if she wanted to. Candice guessed she could leap out the window but the fall wasn’t something that you walked away from there was the factor of Xavier in the way. Was jumping out a hotel window more desirable than telling Xavier? At this point Candice couldn’t say no without lying.
Candice Tyler: Well… the card says you will be facing... Demmie Mae…
Silence hung for a second. Candice felt clenched her fist. She was ready for anything. She knew him any minute there was going to be a volcano of rage. But she had finally had enough. She figured if he came after her she could get at least one good punch in before he over powered her. He had never put his hands on her before but with news like this she was ready for anything, anything but…
P. Xavier: Hahahahaha hahahahahaha hahaha
!
Xavier’s laugh was so loud and so unexpected that Candice actually stood up. Her body was so ready to act it just moved even though the prince’s laughter was so shocking and just plain weird. He actually had to set his drink down he was laughing so hard. Candice didn’t understand what was going on. She was sure that he would be furious, somehow outraged. But the young ruler simply laughed. It actually was making Candice a little mad. What was so God damn funny?! Did the idea of fighting a woman bring this man that much joy? Candice didn’t know what to feel. Prince Tchalla happy was just as horrible as him any other time.
P. Xavier: haha haha…oh…thank you Miss Tyler you may go.
Candice turned and walked toward the door so confused. As Hakeem opened and shut the door behind her Candice didn’t know what she was supposed to feel. But regardless one thing was certain as Candice walked back toward the elevator.
Candice Tyler: I hope she kicks your ass
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Present
Outside of the stadium people are already lining up for the show that’s about to happen. Cameras click and flash as people take pictures of themselves outside of the arena. Memories of what will sure be an amazing night. Inside the arena is no different. Camera crews are setting up, ring techs and light people are walking around to their next destination. A few superstars can be seen walking to and from their locker rooms. It’s the average jungle here in Thy WWE, especially on show night.
The camera fades to the inside of a locker room, if locker rooms were decorated like a palace that is. Standing with a smirk on his face is none other than Africa’s Favorite Son, Prince Xavier Tchalla. Standing to his right is the large silent golem Hakeem behind him, looking uncomfortable, is Candice Tyler and to his left is a new face. Her hair is bright red like a signal flare and she is wearing a beautiful red dress. Her name is Eva Marie. She looks into the camera with a devilish grin as she rests her hands on Xavier’s shoulders. Xavier smiles he opens his arms wide.
P. Xavier: Salamu kutoka Vambowa! Greetings from Vambowa! It is I, YOUR majesty Prince Xavier Tchalla and as always it is an honor for you to have me here tonight. Tonight is a very special night my subjects. And you ask why? Well tonight is the night that Thy WWE management finally understands who I am. You see for the last couple of week I have come out here, told them what was going to happen to whoever they put in the ring with me, and then I went above and beyond that. They bring me one man, I crush him, they bring me two men, I crush them. The pattern is the same each and every week. Each night I can hear you cry for a true warrior to come and show you the way. Yes despite being muffled by your fat American mouths I hear you. And it is s sad that the swine in charge won’t give you want I know you so desperately need.
The camera zooms in a little closer as Xavier continues to speak.
P. Xavier: So after the last RAW where I took Joey the Bastard and shattered his pieces for the world to see you think they would stop messing around and give me a challenge, a champion worthy of my talents. And who do they give me? A woman. There are only two reasons for this. Ether every single champion in this company is so afraid of what I will do to them in that ring that they would rather hide behind the back of a girl then come out and fight me like a man or this, Demmie Mae is honest and truly the best this backward American company has t offer me. Do you think that sending a woman out to the ring will change anything? Do you think I will somehow show mercy, lenience? Wrong…you are dead wrong. You see I have seen this Demmie Mae before. She hides up in the rafters like a rat hissing and spewing her filth week after week then commands that we be impressed. It is vermin like Demmie that are bringing this sickness, this cancer to this company. And like a cancer I will take great pleasure in cutting it out and laying it bleeding in the garbage where it belongs.
Xaiver brushes off Eva from his shoulder and takes a step forward toward the camera. He looks deep into it
P. Xavier: Demmie Mae “Queen” of darkness, you do not know the first thing about what it is to rule. You’re a roof dwelling peasant and your title comes from your own fantasies and sickness. You control nothing, you words are nothing, you are nothing. If you value your life I would stay hidden in your rafters or better yet do what you were made to do and fix a real warrior his dinner because if you come down to the ring there will be nothing waiting for you then pain and humiliation. There is no upset victory, there is no empowerment. I will break you down in front of the whole world and you will learn your place, a position that should be quite familiar to you, on…your…knees.
The camera moves even closer as Prince Xavier’s voice gets quieter. Though his face is calm his eyes are bright like fire.
P. Xavier: What happens to you tonight is only your fault if you choose to fight what fate has decided. When you are bloody, broken, and begging for the end know that it was your choice to throw your life away. So I will leave with one last chance,a gift, a little reminder of the very real fate that awaits you in that ring tonight. You are weak and you deserve this punishment. You can claw, you can scream, you can fight and you can cry. But you will lose, you will bleed, and you will bow or you will be broken. Ether way I. Will. Rule.
And with that Prince Xavier Tchalla walks off and the rest of his group walks with him. The camera stays however zooming in on a box left on the table. As the camera shakes a little moving forward the object comes into full view. As the scene fades to black there is no mistaken what has been left. In a gold box filled with ice….
A finger
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