; glory and gore [1]

F O U R ; SUN

______You won't stop for anything...

Wandering through the agitated arena's corridors, absent-mindedly looking into space, Banks seems like coming from a totally different universe. Like somebody got bored and decided it'd be an interesting experiment to put a frozen soul in the middle of Hell. In the middle of a burning place where everybody's emotions ran wildly to collide with each others in an explosive collision.

Everybody's but hers.

Throughout the years she became the one who inhilated any ounce of good inside with her own two hands, aware she'll never climb to the top with a kind and caring nature, to the point she now can't feel a damn thing. It's like emotions are hidden so deep she only overhears the echo of those hitting her ribs cage.

Overall it serves her cause well: no strings attached come in the way as an obstacle to get rid of. Only people are obstacles to get rid of and eventually it appeared clear to Sasha that she isn't even viewing them as human beings anymore, with actual feelings or loved ones to protect.

Once she steps foot in the ring, they're just silhouettes standing between her and what she wanted to obtain so bad her entire life: the title. In hope to achieve her goal, she pushes everyone away because one could remind her of that person she desperately needed to erase from her memory.

Though certain things can't change and some people are simply bound to creep in your life, no matter how hard you try to get rid of them. Kevin Owens is one of these persons, always around to put a surprising yet sincere curve to the side of her killer lips: she always took a strange liking in his dark humour and very personal sarcasm.

As the red disaster walks around without any purpose, her point of the night being efficiently made, she comes accross a scene she's never tired of glimpsing. Kevin quarrelling and messing around with Rich, attempting in asking the questions he's meant to while Owens keeps on being the pain in the ass he's known for.

❝ Milhouse, go learn to be relevant and then you can come back bothering me, okay ? Oh no wait, I can think of even better! Just simply disappear, you'll do us a huge favour. To me, to the Universe and to this microphone you keep spitting on. ❞ Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Kevin Owens show.

Kevin's mastered the art of trash talking, both in and outside of the square circle, and as tensions rise backstage it only increases his natural ability in coming accross as hateful as conceivable. Though this tense climax is perfectly to the Boss liking, Owens couldn't think of worse weather.

One of his best buds has been critically injured few weeks ago after suffering a surprised attack on the parking lot and then fired by text, he plunged himself in sorrow and mental tortures.

But again what do you expect will happen when you take to a man the only thing he ever had ?

Rumours are trending backstage, saying the key player got himself back in an hospital bed after he attempted in drinking the pain away, alone inside of a sinistre appartment.