Post by DARKSIDE on Mar 25, 2010 18:00:50 GMT -6
Angel sits in her dark dressing room, surrounded only by candle light as she kneels on the floor. Various items are strewn all over the large rug she has laid down. The rug is black with a blood red pentagram design on the center...right underneath where Angel sits. The camera closes in for a better view....
On the floor can be seen several tarot cards lying about, a few CWE Divas action figures....all beheaded or mutilated in some way...and pictures of Violet Rayne, Monique, Terra and other past champions ripped out of magazines and torn into pieces that litter the general area. Angel rocks slowly back and forth on her knees while holding a black candle while chanting some sort of incantation....
The camera moves in closer and Angel slowly looks up from her trance and begins to speak...
It looks like everyone is scrambling to find dates for the next dance.....all but ME! What am I? The ugly girl who showed up...and will go home....ALONE? Nooooooo....Nobody treats me like a wallflower! I WILL NOT be denied!
My pain fetish needs to be fed. I need a new victim! My claws hunger for more tender flesh! I thirst for the blood and tears of the innocent. My ears long for the screams of the helpless little lambs as I leave them broken and destroyed.....NEVER to be the same again!
Haaaaaaaa ha ha ha ha haaaaaaa!![/b]
Angel suddenly stops and looks around, almost in embarrasment that someone may have heard her just now. A wicked smile soon crosses her lips, and she continues...
I ask of the darkness.....guide me! Show me the face of my next conquest. Provide unto me the next sacrifice so that I may be satisfied again!
I pray to thee, dark masters.....show me a sign! Guide me! Show me the path...and what lies beyond. I beg of thee, O Darkness Within! May the fates intertwine and bring me together with the one you have chosen....so that I may feed and be satisfied...AGAIN![/b]
As Angel's chants become louder and more passionate, she throws her arms in the air and arches her back, sitting up on her knees now as she can feel the power of the darkness surging through her bones! She begins to quiver and shake and then falls into a heap on the floor amongst all the torn pictures and other debris. Angel lies on the floor, her body heaving as she gasps to catch her breath.
Then....there is a knock on her dressing room door!
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On the floor can be seen several tarot cards lying about, a few CWE Divas action figures....all beheaded or mutilated in some way...and pictures of Violet Rayne, Monique, Terra and other past champions ripped out of magazines and torn into pieces that litter the general area. Angel rocks slowly back and forth on her knees while holding a black candle while chanting some sort of incantation....
The camera moves in closer and Angel slowly looks up from her trance and begins to speak...
It looks like everyone is scrambling to find dates for the next dance.....all but ME! What am I? The ugly girl who showed up...and will go home....ALONE? Nooooooo....Nobody treats me like a wallflower! I WILL NOT be denied!
My pain fetish needs to be fed. I need a new victim! My claws hunger for more tender flesh! I thirst for the blood and tears of the innocent. My ears long for the screams of the helpless little lambs as I leave them broken and destroyed.....NEVER to be the same again!
Haaaaaaaa ha ha ha ha haaaaaaa!![/b]
Angel suddenly stops and looks around, almost in embarrasment that someone may have heard her just now. A wicked smile soon crosses her lips, and she continues...
I ask of the darkness.....guide me! Show me the face of my next conquest. Provide unto me the next sacrifice so that I may be satisfied again!
I pray to thee, dark masters.....show me a sign! Guide me! Show me the path...and what lies beyond. I beg of thee, O Darkness Within! May the fates intertwine and bring me together with the one you have chosen....so that I may feed and be satisfied...AGAIN![/b]
As Angel's chants become louder and more passionate, she throws her arms in the air and arches her back, sitting up on her knees now as she can feel the power of the darkness surging through her bones! She begins to quiver and shake and then falls into a heap on the floor amongst all the torn pictures and other debris. Angel lies on the floor, her body heaving as she gasps to catch her breath.
Then....there is a knock on her dressing room door!
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