; glory and gore [1]

T W E N T Y - T W O ; SUN

_______I know I'll make my mark here and you won't forget it...

Intrusive cameras track a worn out wrestler through the agitated stadium's corridors, careless about the rest she needs or the moment of privacy she may request after a gruelling fight - her body possibly less scarred than her broken spirit.

The soulless men behind the unpleasant machinas solely motion towards the interviewer of the night, rushing her to ask the requested questions no matter how in distress Charlotte actually looks, her mind still affected by the madness any match turns into these days.

Leaning with difficulty on the nearest crate, the haughty blonde discreetly rolls her eyes, grandly annoyed by any situation requiring her talking since she's well aware that promos never were her major strenght.

"Sasha is an overhyped loud mouth who would be nothing without her acolytes." The audience could practically see the wheels moving inside her head whilst Charlotte is weighing each word coming out of her mouth, unable to deliver any bit naturally.

Ironically enough it is her bitter rival that comes at her rescue, causing a slight relief perceivable on the Flair's features, only to bury her even deeper.

Banks longs for supreme domination over her former NXT's friend, willing to assure once more that the gigantic gap between the two keeps extending itself.

"Let me clarify something here, I've always been the mastermind of my respective stables while you've done nothing but following orders." The lethal beauty boasts, replacing the few locks of her flawless hair framing her divine face.

Without letting Charlotte any chance to retaliate or even mumble some senseless sentences, doubt invading her mind easier than the shadows crept in Sasha's soul, she cautiously gets closer.

"You're a walking, breathing puppet in the hands of your bosses but guess what ? I'm the Boss of that entire battlefield." The Boston native murmurs in the blonde's ears, assuring her that she's well aware of what truly is behind the facade.

Although the surface is already seemingfully fragile, the rest of her entity is actually pitiful in Banks' eyes. Charlotte's a Flair, one of the most influencious families in the whole business and yet, instead of representing the flamboyant name with pride and confidence, all she ever did was hide behind it.

"Be ready to drop the weapons or to get dropped right where you're standing." To emphasize the second half of her statement, the Devil's daughter lets her microphone falls to the ground in a haunting and resonating sound.

Her tone is cold, menacing, unyielding. She's spitting out a death threat anyone should take seriously if caring to walk upon this earth another day.

The air is rapidly thick with animosity as baby Flair is smiling out of fear in an uncomfortable way whilst Sasha's sending daggers her way, bad intentions written in her dark gaze.