; glory and gore [1]

S I X ; SUN

_______I'm not good at aiming...

Immoral series of visions reiterate at full speed inside of one wicked mind. Images of extreme agony pass before Bank's eyes as a luring curve is plastered on her face, masking the sudden longing.

Their bold statements fueled her desire to crush literally any form of life standing in her way.

Not out of anger.

Not out of hatred.

Out of logic.

The company's power couple summoned her earlier in the night in their detestable office, spitting out the cold fact that, in their foolish opinion, she still hasn't proved herself. Though their nickname is now completely meaningless since true power lays somewhere in between Vince McMahon and his troublesome son's hands,  Hunter's hunger for domination ignited a sombre spark, lighting up his old demons.

It switched ON his threatening's habit, putting a target on anyone still breathing while Stephanie is surprisingly enough still too occupied figuring out all of her dad's lies and shady deals to bury any wrestler - most of their hope already died anyway.

But not Sasha's.

The lethal Goddess learned out of this dysfuntional environment one precious capacity: thriving under pressure. They've clearly expressed all of their doubts and apprehension about her, fine. It's time to suppress any bit of these by tinting their hearts of stones of a crimson fluid.

A discreet figure walks briskly through the arena's parking lot, viciously spotting her prey of the night. The red hurricanes eyes glow from a sinister thought, positioning herself behind the victim, barely getting out from their vehicule.

Her brain is spinning so fast you can almost hear her neurons agitating, predicting every single move she's about to execute just like a silent assassin would.

Deadly smile never leaving her bloody lips, Sasha violently grabs Naomi's head before slamming it onto the windows glass causing a slight "pop".

The young woman's misery and complaints only add up to The Boss' pleasure as she repeats the movement for a short laps of time, continuing the tortures by sending her back colliding with the unforgiving pillar.

Pain is spreading through each cell of her body as Naomi is screaming at the top of her lungs, begging for mercy. Banks emotionlessly stands besides the corpse, thoughtfully dismantling her competition, patiently waiting until she finally makes it to her feet.

Like a demon suddenly possesses her entire entity she projects herself on Naomi, coldy delivering the painful Bank Statement, careless about the harshness of the concret floor.

Cries go out from the prey as she taps out within the first seconds, wich absolutely doesn't phase Sasha one bit as she holds the submission still, applying more and more pressure to it.