; glory and gore [1]

E I G H T E E N ; SUN

_______ Another victim's lying dead on the floor...

payback ; 09 : 25 pm

Vindictiveness is a lethal poison spreading through one's veins, boiling out of jealousy and clashing with a cold, calculating mind.

A serious and focused expression draws itself on her elegant features whilst Banks proceeds to follow each and every step of her well-thought strategy, giving no room for either error or impulsiveness.  There is nothing that could be able to faze her.

Not Cole's frightened tone when Sasha placed Becky's motionless body on the barricade, hitting the Double Knee Stomp in a racket of painful howls and ecstatic acclamations.

Not the referee's reprimands when she viciously applied a little extra-pressure before letting go of the Bank Statement, once dangerously getting closer and closer to the count of five.

And certainly not one of the Irish lady's pitiful fan, sporting a disappointed look on his face while she torn apart his ridiculous sign, sending the remains of it directly at him.

Since Lynch's back injury was nothing but a secret to the locker-room, Sasha put together a flawless yet immoral plan. She continuously thought about it for the past two weeks, assuring herself that Payback wouldn't be just another marketing name.

Well aware that an opportunity to retaliate for the convoited treasure that had been stolen from her - the microscopic light disappearing from her view before she could distinguish it - isn't going to come back around anytime soon, the redheaded cautiously takes her time to avoid unnecessary exhaustion.

If bitterness was the only taste staining her tongue, she now can feel nothing but the satisfaction of a fulfilled revenge.

"And that's why I'm the best!" The malignant beauty shouts as she's spreading her arms, winking back at the camera to subtly pay tribute to Owens and therefore, her merciless stable.

Eventually Becky sucks up the pain and takes advantage of Banks' arrogance, seemingfully rolling her up before transitioning into a very effective Powerbomb. The Boston native's freil body rudely collides with the canvas while she lets out a small shriek of both surprise and ache.