Post by Arra on Jul 29, 2007 13:13:12 GMT
OOC:: Yeah, this isn’t anything great, but it gets the job done I guess. I want to apologise in advance for not trying to the best of my abilities, but as I stated before, I have been rushed off my feet with other things, work, friends… and a general life really, lol. Anyways, don’t be afraid to comment and enjoy. Also, I thought I might warn you that there is a fair bit of strong language in there, so… be careful? I’unno. XD[/color]
The heavens mourned, weeping it sorrowful soul to the heated earth which lay below, careless and uncaring to the devastation which awaited the ending for its fragile and mindless children, as one by one their bodies collided with a cruel and unforgiving force; the brutal impact from the asphalt, their bodies shattering into a thousand pieces as their blood soon spilled into a mindless pool; their hearts dying, their life ending… and their memory becoming nothing more than a fleeting moment they embraced with the sickening chill of the world around. A strong and sickening breeze soon bounded into life, crashing into everything which so boldly stood in its path, attempting to bully its resister into a slow and painful death as it passed the rustling new born leaves of an old and mighty oak tree, its almost limp and weak branches only to creek under the wind’s might as it pushed past the tender bodies of the both angered and frightened green leaves which hung once so proudly in place. They would watch from their perch, peering down at their cousins which danced back and forth with each gust of wind that flowed into a short and brisk breath, the vibrant blades of grass becoming entranced in its joyous ritual, enticing anyone whom may pass like a lap dancer teasing an innocent boy… before sadistically killing them with one vulgar bite.
Its scenes like this where you realise what a true disaster is, how cruel and unforgiving the world can be when pushed to act. Its scenes like this where even the most daring of people, the most wildest of animals hide in their homes, hoping it’ll soon pass, hoping that with time… it’d die and heal as they had grown.
The camera slowly works its way around the scene, depicting the hazy, orange blur which spurred from the distant street lights that seemed -if anything- a light year away as the meagre source of light revealed the empty streets, the lack of cars and houses... the tiny glow acting as nothing more than a hopeful dream from behind the curtain of misery which continued to fall from the thick, brooding black clouds above. Death reigned, hate thrived and everything was lost…
A voice pierced into sound, hushing the devastation which once fell around their feet for only a moment as their woeful voice etched into life, breathing and dying in an instant as the next cruel sweep of wind picked it up from its path and swept it away into the midnight air. The camera soon began to flurry, its invasive lens trying its hardest to find the direction from which the voice had so carelessly beamed from, only finding the opened arms of darkness.
The camera slowly comes to a full and steady stop as its casts its attention over toward the towering structure of the ageing oak tree, pinning its view in the direction from which the sorrowful voice had once again dwelled from behind, as they continued to hide their presence behind the fountain of tears and overbearing shadow cast down by the tall and mighty structure. They had fell silent once more, the husked but innocent glow from their voice now deceased as a whistling breeze passed into hearing, breaking the deafening silence briefly, before a deep and troubled sigh etched into life… followed by the same distasteful voice that had been heard earlier.
A grumble slowly echoes over the dark and clouded sky, breaking the voice from its path as they allow the festering tremble to wash over them, to live its brief moment of glory before continuing with their sombre words.
Their breath had caught itself within their throat, stopping them suddenly from their sentence as yet another grumble burned into the air, sweeping into the tortured ears of all those that would so helplessly hear its cry as a sickening flash of white lightning scorned the air, lighting it for a quickened moment, before dying once more… returning to the pits of hell before its next flash of rage. The camera was still locked upon the figure, the body of which only to have been suddenly outlined by the surge of the lightning bolt, their face however a mystery as a the view of what seemed like a small tartan skirt perched itself around the astonishing legs of the enigma, their small feet only to be enveloped by what looked like a pair of large and weathered rock boots… long, adorning fish net stockings which to say the least had seen better days, ripped and torn apart like a carcass in a lion’s den as a waver of hair cuts across their face thoughtlessly, swept with the agonizing breath of breeze as the lower half of their face however… not. A small brooding smile perches itself upon their plump, bare lips, a malicious feel only to beam from upon it as the camera began to cautiously step forward, the figure only to speak once more.
Another heart wrenching flash, bright, dominant and fierce as it lit the scene brighter than even the rays from the warming sun, the figure’s lower facial features and body scene barely once more as the camera slowly steps up in front of them, a few meagre steps away from their enigmatic structure. Their cruel and twisted lips only to keep their vile smile in place as it tugs harder on the corner of their bands, remaining still as yet another sickening flash is seen, their torso being properly seen for the first time as a small frame is depicted, the red tartan skirt illuminates violently their white shirt messily tugged into a knot above their tiny belly button, as a short black tie hung loosely from around the frame of their finely tanned neck, tucked beneath the motherly flaps from the opened button shirt. The figure was seated delicately upon a rock which rested just below the mighty oak tree, their vindictive eyes managing to portray the pure wrath which dwelled deep in their orbs every so often as their hair flew back and forth, their own legs only to soon coil up toward their well endowed chest like a frightened child running to its mother for comfort, as their bare arms soon crept up from their side and brushed up against their shins, holding their legs in place as they remain seated upon the rock comfortable.
Gently the figure pulls their head up from the direction of the ground below, another poisonous flash to wreak havoc in the evening’s sky once again as her bright, gossamer eyes burn into the camera lens, sorrowful but fierce all the same as they steadily loosen their smile, a sombre almost depressing look soon to plague their delicate features as they tilt their head slightly to the right.
She glowers, smirking as she played back her last encounter in the world of wrestling, the time in which she reined the ring, became the queen of pain, the queen of torture and endings. She was the woman that had ended careers, she was the woman that pushed herself further than any man had dared dream, and she was the woman that would be recognised in time as THE greatest wrestler on the NWW roster. The one, the only. The bitch. Arra remained quiet for only a moment as the violent fall of crystal tears continued to bound down toward the ground, quicker than before as though in an attempt to drive the earth down, further and further toward the hell that awaited them… and once again allow the sky to rule. A light laugh escaped her beaten lips, as she recalled her last words, her distant voice only to echo into sound once again.
She pulled her head down toward the ground once more, her fine structured chin only to rest an inch or so away from her shoulder as the jealous strands of her deep brown hair quickly sweeps from over the back of her shoulder and hurriedly brushes past her cheeks, obscuring her face, protecting it from the invasive lens of the camera as it had done all those moments ago. She releases a brutal sigh, continuing.
She pulled her hands away gently from around her legs, allowing her imprisoned torso to slowly recoil into life as it swept itself down from upon the rock in which she seated herself contently upon, her legs only to stretch briskly as she placed her hands back down towards her backside, her body only to lean back like an arrogant model as she continued to bore her eyes into the camera lens.
Her sombre expression would soon change as she struggled to hold back the grin which tugged cruelly in the corners of her lips, her eyes glowing, screaming at the camera to turn away so she could smile, allow the horrid truth to escape its cage. She lost. The vulgar and sickening grin soon perched itself upon her lips aptly as she allowed a small laugh to escape the confinements of her lips, her body only to shake gently from the release of pressure that had built up with in her, as the camera slowly begins to focus upon her fine face. She would soon calm, her smile however only to remain true to its standing as she gently brought herself closer toward the camera lens.
She gradually pulls her magnificent body back away from the camera’s intrusive lens, allowing her hushed words to etch into the ears and hearts of those that had so carelessly decided to tune in, to watch her as she sat and promised a cruel fate for, no doubt, their favourite diva. Arra would remain silent now, her satanic grin only to have now been washed from upon her lips as she turned her head away from the camera, acting as though she had no want, no desire to continue, her threat had been made, her promised had been sealed. As she turned her head, casting her eyes toward the malevolent destruction of the scene she had found herself sat within, she spoke once more, sounding as though she was lost, as though deeply delved in the drowning asphalt and houses.
Her venomous eyes shift to her left, her head remaining hovered over her right shoulder, as a deep and hard tug applies itself in the corner of her solemn lips, pulling, bullying… screaming at her to give in as a malicious smile slowly creeps onto her lips. She moves her head once more, her eyes meeting with the camera instantly as her petulant stare burns into the lens, melting its hardened structure effortlessly as a thick Texan accent tainted her final words.
The next spark was vicious, callous to even the most absent of hearts as the final lightning bolt struck the helpless branch of the ancient oak tree, lighting it in a wave of formidable flames as the camera quickly draws itself back, losing its footing for only a moment as one of the large and proud branches to the mighty king fell from its perch, collapsing to its grave below as it collided with the ground. The camera begins to stir, watching as the embers of fire fleck away from the branch, trying to find the enigma, the punisher… she was gone.
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~X~|:.
~X~|:.I can see you, looker. I can feel you watching me as you sit there, your eyes wide open, your mouth agape as you follow my every words that filter from my sultry lips. I can sense your anxiety, your excitement as you realise who it is, the person behind the mask and the one that is to bring it all, Pain, destruction, devastation… death. But where to start? Where to begin?
…
…
.~X~|:.
~X~|:.The heavens mourned, weeping it sorrowful soul to the heated earth which lay below, careless and uncaring to the devastation which awaited the ending for its fragile and mindless children, as one by one their bodies collided with a cruel and unforgiving force; the brutal impact from the asphalt, their bodies shattering into a thousand pieces as their blood soon spilled into a mindless pool; their hearts dying, their life ending… and their memory becoming nothing more than a fleeting moment they embraced with the sickening chill of the world around. A strong and sickening breeze soon bounded into life, crashing into everything which so boldly stood in its path, attempting to bully its resister into a slow and painful death as it passed the rustling new born leaves of an old and mighty oak tree, its almost limp and weak branches only to creek under the wind’s might as it pushed past the tender bodies of the both angered and frightened green leaves which hung once so proudly in place. They would watch from their perch, peering down at their cousins which danced back and forth with each gust of wind that flowed into a short and brisk breath, the vibrant blades of grass becoming entranced in its joyous ritual, enticing anyone whom may pass like a lap dancer teasing an innocent boy… before sadistically killing them with one vulgar bite.
Its scenes like this where you realise what a true disaster is, how cruel and unforgiving the world can be when pushed to act. Its scenes like this where even the most daring of people, the most wildest of animals hide in their homes, hoping it’ll soon pass, hoping that with time… it’d die and heal as they had grown.
The camera slowly works its way around the scene, depicting the hazy, orange blur which spurred from the distant street lights that seemed -if anything- a light year away as the meagre source of light revealed the empty streets, the lack of cars and houses... the tiny glow acting as nothing more than a hopeful dream from behind the curtain of misery which continued to fall from the thick, brooding black clouds above. Death reigned, hate thrived and everything was lost…
Voice:: “It’s a beauty. Is it not?”
A voice pierced into sound, hushing the devastation which once fell around their feet for only a moment as their woeful voice etched into life, breathing and dying in an instant as the next cruel sweep of wind picked it up from its path and swept it away into the midnight air. The camera soon began to flurry, its invasive lens trying its hardest to find the direction from which the voice had so carelessly beamed from, only finding the opened arms of darkness.
Voice:: “Destruction, pain and pure fucking misery. All found right outside your front door, the path to hell only to start with a single step into the world around. Hell. Mother Nature.”
[/color]The camera slowly comes to a full and steady stop as its casts its attention over toward the towering structure of the ageing oak tree, pinning its view in the direction from which the sorrowful voice had once again dwelled from behind, as they continued to hide their presence behind the fountain of tears and overbearing shadow cast down by the tall and mighty structure. They had fell silent once more, the husked but innocent glow from their voice now deceased as a whistling breeze passed into hearing, breaking the deafening silence briefly, before a deep and troubled sigh etched into life… followed by the same distasteful voice that had been heard earlier.
Voice:: “It can be as cruel as any murderer, as any psychopath, as any bastard that would masturbate just to kill that fucking kitten you want to save. She lives, the thrives off of the suffering of those that walk, of those egotistical assholes that think they’re not the one in five that will develop cancer, that they’re not the one in four who will walk into a bus. They’re immune; they’re the essence of greatness, why would they be chosen? The world would stop working, stop moving in their minds. The end.”
[/color]A grumble slowly echoes over the dark and clouded sky, breaking the voice from its path as they allow the festering tremble to wash over them, to live its brief moment of glory before continuing with their sombre words.
Voice:: “… Just as I’m sure you also believe my dear.”
[/color]Their breath had caught itself within their throat, stopping them suddenly from their sentence as yet another grumble burned into the air, sweeping into the tortured ears of all those that would so helplessly hear its cry as a sickening flash of white lightning scorned the air, lighting it for a quickened moment, before dying once more… returning to the pits of hell before its next flash of rage. The camera was still locked upon the figure, the body of which only to have been suddenly outlined by the surge of the lightning bolt, their face however a mystery as a the view of what seemed like a small tartan skirt perched itself around the astonishing legs of the enigma, their small feet only to be enveloped by what looked like a pair of large and weathered rock boots… long, adorning fish net stockings which to say the least had seen better days, ripped and torn apart like a carcass in a lion’s den as a waver of hair cuts across their face thoughtlessly, swept with the agonizing breath of breeze as the lower half of their face however… not. A small brooding smile perches itself upon their plump, bare lips, a malicious feel only to beam from upon it as the camera began to cautiously step forward, the figure only to speak once more.
Voice:: “You remind me of one of those girls. You know? The Barbie types that want a perfect little home in the country, a perfect little husband to come home every night from work with a smile placed firmly upon his lips as he hugs you dearly and tells you how great you are. You remind me of one of those women that wish for a baby over anything else, the greatest example of why women wrestlers are never taken seriously, the greatest example as to why they don’t belong in a ring of men.”
[/color]Another heart wrenching flash, bright, dominant and fierce as it lit the scene brighter than even the rays from the warming sun, the figure’s lower facial features and body scene barely once more as the camera slowly steps up in front of them, a few meagre steps away from their enigmatic structure. Their cruel and twisted lips only to keep their vile smile in place as it tugs harder on the corner of their bands, remaining still as yet another sickening flash is seen, their torso being properly seen for the first time as a small frame is depicted, the red tartan skirt illuminates violently their white shirt messily tugged into a knot above their tiny belly button, as a short black tie hung loosely from around the frame of their finely tanned neck, tucked beneath the motherly flaps from the opened button shirt. The figure was seated delicately upon a rock which rested just below the mighty oak tree, their vindictive eyes managing to portray the pure wrath which dwelled deep in their orbs every so often as their hair flew back and forth, their own legs only to soon coil up toward their well endowed chest like a frightened child running to its mother for comfort, as their bare arms soon crept up from their side and brushed up against their shins, holding their legs in place as they remain seated upon the rock comfortable.
Voice:: “I can imagine it now, your body trembling beneath the strain of your broken nail, your eyes weeping as you realise that you’re hair has been tugged away from its neatly placed position on your head. Then, when all seems lost and you think it can’t get any worse, God strikes again with his cruel hand and delivers the blow which ruins your perfect, pink costume that made you look like an ickle princess.”
[/color]Gently the figure pulls their head up from the direction of the ground below, another poisonous flash to wreak havoc in the evening’s sky once again as her bright, gossamer eyes burn into the camera lens, sorrowful but fierce all the same as they steadily loosen their smile, a sombre almost depressing look soon to plague their delicate features as they tilt their head slightly to the right.
Arra Jamison:: “You’re one of those people, Krissy. You’re one of those women that bring shame, bring disgrace to the women’s locker room, and as our match comes, you’ll soon realise that everything isn’t as perfect as you wished it was, that there’s always someone better than you, that even though you’ve done your little prayers, that you’ve shagged the right people… you’re still a loser.”
[/color]She glowers, smirking as she played back her last encounter in the world of wrestling, the time in which she reined the ring, became the queen of pain, the queen of torture and endings. She was the woman that had ended careers, she was the woman that pushed herself further than any man had dared dream, and she was the woman that would be recognised in time as THE greatest wrestler on the NWW roster. The one, the only. The bitch. Arra remained quiet for only a moment as the violent fall of crystal tears continued to bound down toward the ground, quicker than before as though in an attempt to drive the earth down, further and further toward the hell that awaited them… and once again allow the sky to rule. A light laugh escaped her beaten lips, as she recalled her last words, her distant voice only to echo into sound once again.
Arra Jamison:: “The world isn’t perfect, life isn’t fair and as this tourney approaches, as our match nears, you’ll see this, you’ll feel this. And lucky ol’ you, Krissy. You get the full impact first.”
[/color]She pulled her head down toward the ground once more, her fine structured chin only to rest an inch or so away from her shoulder as the jealous strands of her deep brown hair quickly sweeps from over the back of her shoulder and hurriedly brushes past her cheeks, obscuring her face, protecting it from the invasive lens of the camera as it had done all those moments ago. She releases a brutal sigh, continuing.
Arra Jamison:: “You never know, Krissy, you may be lucky, you may have one of the ‘males’ come out and save you before I have chance to rip your pretty little head from upon your impeccant shoulders, before I have chance to rip you of your ‘pride’, of your ‘great standing’ with the crowd that so blindly follow you.”
[/color]She pulled her hands away gently from around her legs, allowing her imprisoned torso to slowly recoil into life as it swept itself down from upon the rock in which she seated herself contently upon, her legs only to stretch briskly as she placed her hands back down towards her backside, her body only to lean back like an arrogant model as she continued to bore her eyes into the camera lens.
Arra Jamison:: “I suppose I really shouldn’t upset them, should I? I don’t want to cause problems with the fans that come to NWW. No. It would be immoral, barbaric to hurt someone like you now, wouldn’t it, Krissy?”
[/color]Her sombre expression would soon change as she struggled to hold back the grin which tugged cruelly in the corners of her lips, her eyes glowing, screaming at the camera to turn away so she could smile, allow the horrid truth to escape its cage. She lost. The vulgar and sickening grin soon perched itself upon her lips aptly as she allowed a small laugh to escape the confinements of her lips, her body only to shake gently from the release of pressure that had built up with in her, as the camera slowly begins to focus upon her fine face. She would soon calm, her smile however only to remain true to its standing as she gently brought herself closer toward the camera lens.
Arra Jamison:: “… But who told you that I wasn’t just that?”
[/color]She gradually pulls her magnificent body back away from the camera’s intrusive lens, allowing her hushed words to etch into the ears and hearts of those that had so carelessly decided to tune in, to watch her as she sat and promised a cruel fate for, no doubt, their favourite diva. Arra would remain silent now, her satanic grin only to have now been washed from upon her lips as she turned her head away from the camera, acting as though she had no want, no desire to continue, her threat had been made, her promised had been sealed. As she turned her head, casting her eyes toward the malevolent destruction of the scene she had found herself sat within, she spoke once more, sounding as though she was lost, as though deeply delved in the drowning asphalt and houses.
Arra Jamison:: “Trust is for fools, Krissy.”
[/color]Her venomous eyes shift to her left, her head remaining hovered over her right shoulder, as a deep and hard tug applies itself in the corner of her solemn lips, pulling, bullying… screaming at her to give in as a malicious smile slowly creeps onto her lips. She moves her head once more, her eyes meeting with the camera instantly as her petulant stare burns into the lens, melting its hardened structure effortlessly as a thick Texan accent tainted her final words.
Arra Jamison:: “… Trust me.”
[/color]The next spark was vicious, callous to even the most absent of hearts as the final lightning bolt struck the helpless branch of the ancient oak tree, lighting it in a wave of formidable flames as the camera quickly draws itself back, losing its footing for only a moment as one of the large and proud branches to the mighty king fell from its perch, collapsing to its grave below as it collided with the ground. The camera begins to stir, watching as the embers of fire fleck away from the branch, trying to find the enigma, the punisher… she was gone.
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.~X~|:.
~X~|:.Y’all think that because it’s a new federation, a new start to a company that was birthed by a Gawd Damn idiot, that this tounry, that my opponents will be walkin’ away from meh with their teeth in tact and their body unscared? Y’all have another thing commin’.
I may be a woman, I may be a fucking wrestler in a world of pathetic assholes, but, I’m a winner, I’m an extremist…
… I’m your only nightmare, your worse fear incarnated!
I may be a woman, I may be a fucking wrestler in a world of pathetic assholes, but, I’m a winner, I’m an extremist…
… I’m your only nightmare, your worse fear incarnated!
