; glory and gore [1]

T H I R T Y - E I G H T ; SUN

_________If lonely's a taste, then it's all that I'm tasting...

Angst is written all over the tense atmosphere surrounding the wrestlers' workplace, all observing the show unfolding with the greatest care, apprehension taking over each time a loved one steps foot in the squared circle .

As minutes pass by and Becky witnesses her former allies marching down the ramp, Carmella and Aries being designated as the ones filling the handicap match spots, Vince's plan appears clearer to a very focused redheaded.

The clouds that previously obstructed her vision had disappeared and now offers her the opportunity to wrap her troubled mind around the Devil's intentions, willing to plounge anything he'd touch and everyone he'd approach into the darkness of insanity, into the obscurity of unknown.

Sasha attempted to analys the situation during sleepless nights, staring at the ceilling in hopes God would have mercy of her cause, pardon her sins and give her the smallest of clues.

The war they all were certain they built themselves up, determined in making a valid and lasting impact, their names forever written and their blood staining the History books, is nothing but an illusion.

Nothing but a morbid circus the devious McMahon put up for his own amusement, wrecking not only hopeful dreams but stomping upon his own son's hunger for a change, destroying brick by brick each achievement he'd manage to build.

Two vindicative and unyielding stables battled in the center of every single show, the freil order expressed through an uneven card vanishing away as their brawls would constantly take time out from others' matches.

How come anyone introduce a revolution full of optimist promises when the soldiers are already so sure this is what they're currently dying to bring ?

The bell rings to announce the handicap match's beginning and no sound can be heard in the backstage area. Everyone is holding their breath, utterly concerned to witness yet another destructive and heartbreaking scene - their minds far from being as perverted as Vince's.

Time seems like frozen still while Austin is the first to walk towards the one who once was his ally, the entire scene cautiously watched by every member of Banks' team, unsure if their enemy would truly go to such an extent in order to prove their point.

Sasha nervously licks her dry lips, her whole brain apparently victim of a never ending dilemma repeating inside : would she dare break character to save an old friend, going above Vince's constant warnings - which Owens is well too familiar with, granted of numerous strikes and suspensions - regarding the subject ?

Would she eventually lead her stable straight to the wolves' territory, even though it could possibly be another of Dean's vicious mindgames ?

The closer Austin gets to Becky, her precious soul aching from the countless betrayals she can't seem to escape from, the faster Banks' heart race - aware that her reflexion's time could get grandly shorten.