; glory and gore [1]

T W O ; SUN

______You got to kill your morals if you want to survive...

Both backstage or on stage it became nothing less than a living nightmare for the ones unable to face such a drastic change. Poor idiots are blinded by their fear, not making anything out of this terrible war, including one crucial fact :

If everyone is out for themselves it means anyone's free to steal the kingdom's crown.

One lethal goddess effortlessly discerns where her personal benefit lays and is liable to erase few names out of the occasion.

Banks carries herself with pride all alone through the arena's corridors like she owns the World - which will soon enough be hold in the palm of her hands, covered of guts and blood. A deadly smirk lights up her face as she methodically approaches the first pawn of her malicious chess game: the devoted knight.

Though her blazing mane evokes nothing less than harmful intentions, her inky iris perpetually lures mankind, convincing them there still is a fraction of kindness to discover deep inside this glacial stare. Truth be told, any sign of humanity has been smothered ages ago inside of her hopeless soul.

❝ See you in the ring, partner.❞  The puns' droper let out with the right amount of enthusiasm.

Becky waves at her as the latter boils out of impatience and pictures Lynch laying on the cold floor, begging for mercy, crying out of pain at Banks' tortures. It almost appears quite tragic to her, perfectly aware of the cruel fate awaiting Lynch.

I said almost ? I've meant as faraway as it can get.

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"Please stop it! Please stop it!"

Shades of previous heartbreaking events in the evening, except this time the crowd had enough from witnessing such horrors. They seek for Banks to accord forgiveness as she's standing over the Irish woman, an already disformed chair upon her worried face.

Control procures her the most depraved pleasure as it feels like a shot of heroine running through her veins. It possesses her entirely and she has no choice but to slowly close her dark eyes to embrace it all.

Each and every word they're chanting at her fuels her will to simply crack open Becky's skull as her precarious state on the corner offers Becky at Sasha's mercy.

But she won't: it's not part of the plan.

Regaining her senses to function straight, she's ready to deliver her last ingeniously premeditated  trick.

Her features radically transform in a blink of an eye as she seems like finally realizing her dreadful actions. The titantron shows a close-up look to Banks' absent stare and everyone lip-read:

I had to do it Becky.

Banks' jaded gaze connects with Becky's shocked one and tears pour down her rosy cheeks as her so-called ally gently puts down the threatening weapon. The sound of the object colliding with the ground causes a slight jolt into Lynch's fragile body.

❝ You should've listen to me Bex. If you had-❞  Sasha angrily yells out as she practically tailgates the microphone to her bloody lips - her devastating words have to be heard.

❝ You wouldn't be wringing in this corner, squealing in agony.❞  The Boss follows up on the same haunting tone as she carefully observes Lynch getting back to her feet, holding on with the few forces she still got to the second rope.

❝ Don't give me that look.❞  Her traits animate themselves with disdain as Lynch stares back at her with an excessive frown.

❝ You think you're gonna come back at me in all your glory ? You think those people even care about you ?❞ 

The predictable reaction isn't wasting any time as the crowd  starts chanting Becky's name. It has always sicken Sasha to her guts how volatile they could be. Few weeks ago they were cheering for her when she roughly attacked Lynch at the Royal Rumble. Now, they're begging for mercy in behalf of the poor redhead.

How pathetic.

She slowly puts back a lock of her hair in a nonchalant way, closely followed-up by an annoyed and deep sigh.❝ They don't. I'll just prove it to you.❞

Sasha turns her attention back to the titantron as a footage rolls up, revealing the Irish's lockeroom being roughly searched. Frightened prayers escape through Becky's mouth, well aware of what is about to be discovered by the entire Universe.

Her depressed state was never a secret to Banks' knowledge but it did worsen as neither #TeamShane nor #TeamVince saw any bit of  potential in her.

Moreover, Charlotte betraying her as she threw her bestie to the sidelines and left her all alone when she most needed it added pressure to the young puns droper.

On top of that she couldn't turn to Bayley, who appears as the happier person on Earth but who actually is one of the saddest, especially since she was left out of the big leagues for so long, only receiving the NXT Championship as a consolation prize.

Lynch had indeed nobody to rely on and ironically found reassurance in white dangerous lines spread on a transparent table - because when you can't take the pain anymore you numb it with whatever you can find, as destructive as your painkiller is.

Or at least that's what Banks wanted the World to believe, exposing the filthy little secrets to one of the most likeable wrestlers in the company.

Once Lynch hit the bottom of life, Banks offered her a helping hand.

Little did she know that same hand would strangle her to death.

❝ There's no place for the weaks here. It's war sweetheart.❞  Banks devilishly whispers at Lynch's ears as two policemen appear at the top of the ramp, emotionless expressions on their faces.

They grip one ashamed Becky and escort her to the back as Banks throws her a loathing glance.

Wrestling's a bloodsport but sometimes the wounds done to one fragile mind are lifetime damages.

She sheds few imaginary tears, making up the fact they're staining the side of her face, staring at the scene with such a cold-hearted look it'd frozen up anybody in the minute.

Running both hands in her messy hair, she stands tall in the center of the ring, contended about how well her cruel plan worked through.

"Why Becky why ? Why Becky why ?"

How delusional one can honestly be ?

They bought in, every ounce of that masquerade.

As Banks is shaking her head to the beat of their clapping, she's secretly dreaming to cut out the filthy fingers of their hypocritical selfs.

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E L E N A ;

Yeah, two updates in one day. I won't even apologize about that.

I get the feeling I'll torturate my favs a L O T in this book. Oh well.

Let me know what you thought about it, love ya! xxx