; glory and gore [1]

T E N ; SUN

_____My arrogance knows no bounds...

Killer heels resounde in front of the arena, hastily marching towards the parking lot. Two feminine silhouettes blend into the dimness, only things one could perceive are their brightful manes as the slight breeze move them beautifully.

Sputters break the uncomfortable silence of the night, hostile movements emphasizing their heated discussion.

❝ Charlotte never beat me. I deserve that spot at Wrestlemania and you should  be honoured you're even part of this alliance.❞ The child of the wild ones impetuously voices, recalling she hasn't reach the gold yet but never been properly pinned since her debut.

❝ Because Emma, this is nothing more than an alliance and at any giving moment, you could go back popping bubbles in the minor leagues.❞   Banks' gaze expresses nothing else but animosity and disgust as she feels insulted anyone would doubt her authority.

She made it clear from the very beginning, hers and Emma's coalition is far from being a friendship and if the mindgames' goddess has to break every single of her bones, enjoying her implorations to make her point across, she won't hesitate a damn second.

The blonde one indeed got threatened by the officials, this being her very last chance to make a statement.

Obviously nobody in the entire WWE's more fitting than Sasha Banks when it comes to statements as the Devil's daughter feeds off others' pain, misery and strives.

❝ You're right, you're the one who put me under the spotlight but it's quick to shift position around here.❞ Emma bluntly remarks, a vicious smile lighting up her face with a menacing aura. ❝ That crowd's heat you are getting is temporary. Trust me, I know something about it.❞

The Australian wrestler recalls how she's been misused once they finally decided to call her up, only using her as a place-holder to put over the likes of Paige, Brie Bella or even Cameron.

But those times are over. Emma's rise has officialy started and if it means she'll have to stain her fingers with a little bit of blood and guts, she won't mind it one bit.

They took away her hopes and dreams.

She'll take out each of their big names, golden tickets and supposedly crowd's favourites.

She should be in their position and it's time they return what they've stolen from her: the credit for the womens' wrestling revolution.

Unimpressed, both Banks and Emma lock their venemous stare into the others' determined eyes. Tension is rapidly rising and anger pouring in, neither of the women about to back off.