; glory and gore [1]

T W E N T Y - F O U R ; SUN

________Sweet little baby in a world full of pain...

extreme rules + 2016 ;

An unstoppable storm surrounds a resistant wrestler, its agitation sparking a slight anxiety within the collected entity. Gradually the calm and focused woman loses her usual methodical approach.

The one that so frequently dismantled her opponents limb from limb, targeting every single weakness and stomping on the foolish attempts to outdo her, succumbs to the alternative universe around her.

Haunting crowd's shouts invade her empty brain and annihilate any form of bearings as she suddenly rolls out of the ring, desesperately trying to regain her composure.

Banks' main weapon suddenly vanishes among the multiple silhouettes of the arena, each reminding her of her own inner demons. Whilst Becky and Charlotte wage a merciless war ignited by the eternal confrontation between one will's flames and the other hunger's wave, Sasha is stupefied by her asthonishing change of heart.

Most probably conclude that her perfectly executed strategy would eventually pay off, that she's simply waiting for the right moment to strike but they're wrong. Truth is, the lethal warrior rapidly turned into an ironically harmless one, the pressure unexpectedly crashing upon her soul.

Not only the one related to her golden opportunity nor the stressful fact that her stable's future is hold inside of her bare and freil fingers, but the overwhelming burden that comes with being one of the top faces of the company - responsabilities choking the life out of you at any waking second.

As her entire system is about to shut down, her analysing mind going silent and the resiliency she's made a reputation on slowly fading away, a hoarse voice worms its way in.

The meaningless words she laughed at the first time he pronounced them ultimately have a very deep meaning in that precise situation, recalling her than she'd have a tons of other opportunities to reach the gold.

To make an unforgettable impact however ? Not so sure.

As if possessed Banks marches towards the time keepers area, rewards the beaming Lillian with a hypocritical smile before taking possession of the prize she's been fighting to make hers for as long as she remembers.

Her gaze tenderly scrutinizes each detail the belt is designed with, the sole idea that she has been one of the instigator of that tremendous change almost enough to fulfill her void entity.

Except it is not and never will be just enough, because as long as her prize is inside of someone else's grip, she'd hunt down and slaughter the filthy thieves.

Blood boils with more intensity each step she's taking, her eyes showing all the extend of her devious intentions as her attention's now directed to her former acolytes, electricity coming from her fingers and a thunder in her stare.