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CHAPTER 1: Hell to Pay

I was mentally preparing backstage as I was awaiting my cue. Bouncing from foot to foot and shaking out my arms, making sure I was loose and relaxed. I can do this. I got this. This is my match. Mine. I shook any doubt out of my head as I heard my cue.

"You've got hell to pay!" played loud in the arena and I began my walk through to the stage and became my character.

"And here is her opponent, all the way from Toronto, Canada... Devon Valour!" I heard the announcer say. Some cheered, some booed, I didn't really care. I had my eyes fixed on the ring. More accurately, on Candice LeRae. I waited for the words: "It's blasphemy!" before I did my signature backflip halfway down the ramp and landed in a crouched position, staring menacingly at the camera in front of me. I fit a creepy contortion trick in there before I got to my feet once more.

I strutted my way to the ring. She was bold to challenge me, I'll give her that. She stood in the ring trying her best not to let the fear show, but it was clearly there. It usually was whenever I was involved. I liked it that way. I smirked at her as her eyes bore into mine.

I tried to match my look to my attitude. So my usual ring costume was a sheer black long-sleeve under a red halter top and black mini shorts. The entire outfit had small decorations of red upside-down crosses and my top had a black planchette with Ouija board letters behind it. I had on a black leather choker with a similar planchette hanging from it, black fishnet tights, custom black leather knee-high studded boots, and my makeup topped it all off. Blood red fake tears, black lips and black contact lenses.

Once I reached the ring, I, quite literally, crawled up on top of the ring post and crouched on top, giving the audience and cameras an eerie stare. I only stayed up there for a few moments before I jumped down into the ring and turned that stare to Candice. She had a cocky smile on her face, but I saw it falter for just a second. I rose to my feet and not long after, three quick hits of the bell rang out in the stadium. The match has started.

Candice and I circle around each other, both looking for an opening. She decided on offence. I quickly moved out of the way of her arm. This gave me a chance to get behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, grabbed hold of the top hem of her bottoms and heaved her backwards. I slipped out from under her before she could land on me and stared down at her. I didn't want to waste this opportunity. Before she collected her bearings again, I decided to set her up for a "riptide". I flip her onto her stomach and pull her up to her hands and knees. Her left hand was held by my right through her legs and her right arm was twisted behind my shoulder. I lifted her up with a grunt and held her there, just for a moment, to taunt her fans. The crowd was buzzing. I slammed her down into the canvas hard, the move paying homage to my girlfriend. I went for the cover, for the pin, but she kicked out just before the referee got to three.

I sat back for a split second and she made the decision to headbutt me. It stunned me just for a moment. That moment was long enough for her to begin punching me and hitting me while we were both on the ground. I had my arms up to protect my head and face. After a few seconds of her wailing on me, enough was enough. I reached up and grabbed her by the throat. I forced both of us up to our feet. I repaid her headbutt with one of my own, laughing as I did so. Then I crouched and swept her feet out from under. I decided to go for an "armbar". I locked her left arm in between my legs, gripping her wrist and flexed.

She had heart, I'll give her that, but clearly not enough. Before I knew it, my name was being announced and the referee was holding my arm up in the middle of the ring. My theme song played throughout the arena, accompanied by various boos and cheers. Another win under my belt. It was time for me to start challenging for titles now. I was waiting for the right moment and what better than this? That match was over in under five minutes and I barely broke a sweat. I need bigger competition.