Devils Play Pen

[☆Demmi-Mae☆]

Laughter is heard echoing through the building as the pipes above creek with movement upon them until suddenly the movement and creaking abruptly stops until legs can be seen dangling down from a very specific perch.

.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”KO again, how many times do we play this game? How many times do you have to lose? Your wife knows just how horrible I can be you want to suffer the same fate; you want to be driven out. Is she good to see you a broken mess once I am done playing my game? See this week I feel on top of the world! I feel exhilarated to the point of I could very well end your entire career KO. You my tiny mouse like competitor are nothing in compared to me. You sorry excuses for moves will not break me down or enable you to pin the one and only Queen of Thy WWE. You are merely a subject in my kingdom, a vermin in a cage of animals. You are not worthy of match against myself to step foot into my devils play pen you do not deserve a chance at redemption through living your worst nightmares. You think you can beat me in my own game think again.

You bore me Kurt you really do, going around and around in circles over and over like a hallucination gone wrong. You are on your latest quest to gold I see, but truth is you are not worthy of such a title, the rats and hoes sat on the sidewalk are better contributors than yourself. How many more hits before I knock sense into you? Because anymore and you will become brain-damaged through the use of too much force. I hope your wife is watching so that any idea of ever coming back disappears before her eyes much like the hard worked body of her husband, left to be a pile of broken spirit and bones.

This week coming off my win I went home, and me and Cole fought it out, adding to more moves I can now perform perfected through my own bloodshed. You see Kurt unlike you I don’t go to the gym and cautiously eye up every one there before I even start. I go home, go to the cold shed strip down to shorts and a vest and battle my brother in the cold for hours upon hours until you can’t feel anything. Not the cool breeze, or the dull ache, or the cold metal bars, or even the rope burns you always get. Difference between me and you hurt. I am just stronger, more durable. You? You cannot keep up with me never have and never will. Because, you see, I am just that much more better, than you.

Kurt when you step foot in my squared circle you had better of said goodbye to your dreams, your family and your friends because I am going to drag you in my rabbit hole and the devils play pen you end up in? There is no way back other than in a body bag.”

Demmie lets out a very very high pitched screech of laughter before standing up to balance on the beams, moving slightly.

.:.☆Ms Mae☆.:.
”Oh and good luck, because Kurt when I’m through with you, you will be so massacred that no one will know who you are!”

A sinister laugh can be heard as Demmie moves from the spot she was at and back into her darkness.

Status//Finished
Tagged//Kurt Orton
Words//583 w/o coding
Credit//bella__swan Of Caution 2.0
Notes//Sorry it's short had a brain fart