Over the next few weeks, I terrorized Rhonda. And it was all too easy to get inside her head. I even went to her childhood home and filmed a series of viginette's in her childhood home. Each one had a very harsh and rough bite to them. One in particular was one they showed two weeks before Survivor Series. Rhonda had just won a tag team match with Natalya Vs. Sasha Banks and Bayley.
As she celebrated her victory, the camera began to fizzle, cut out, and snow and static could be heard coming from the Titantron.
The old video of Rhonda playing in front of her Childhood home come on screen. With me doing some narration. "It's amazing how precious memories like these can be wouldn't you say. Rhonda?" I came on screen, well sort of as the camera panned out showing that the footage of young Rhonda was being played on an old projector. I was still facing away from the camera. Looking at the projector screen on the wall. "You see Rousey. I have this talent. I know what scares you. What fills you with panic and dread." I stood up from my chair. "But most of all, Rousey. I know what makes you snap awake in a cold sweat. Makes you shiver and shake like a little kid on the first night without the security of a night light. Or..." I snapped my fingers causing all the lights in the house even in the arena to blow out. "Any lights. And come Survivor Series..." I took off my glasses causing burning red orbs to be seen on the Titantron. "You. Rousey. Will be in my world. My. Domain." Behind me the projector caught fire. And quickly spread throughout the house. "Wow. It's frightening how easily houses like this can burn." I looked into the camera. "Eh, Rousey. Sweet screams." The camera panned to the bonfire that was Rhonda's childhood home. Then a sinister if not demented laugh could be heard throughout the arena's speaker system. Rhonda couldn't do anything but watch as her childhood home went up in flames.
The vignette, needless to say caused a media firestorm. It was trending on Twitter and Instagram.
Some fans even began to speculate or wonder if Rhonda bit off more than she could chew or got in way over her head this time. As the time drew closer to Survivor Series and 'The Cage of Terror' match. I did a promo with Rousey on the go home episode of Raw before Survivor Series.
She was standing in the ring with a mic in hand. Pissed as all hell and she looked into the camera and said, "For weeks, Daniel has sent messages, videos, anything that could give him the upper hand this Sunday. But what he doesn't realize is that all he did was just piss me off." The lights flickered and went out for barely a minute. Then came back on with me standing behind her. The crowd cheered as Rousey nearly leapt out of her shoes I scared her so bad.
I also had a mic in my hand. I held it to my lips for a moment, then lowered it as the audience started chanting,'Daniel is king, Daniel is king.' I smiled and held out my arms taking in all the adoration and praise. Then I looked to Rousey and the entire arena fell silent. Dead, silent. Rousey looked around astonished."You see that, Rousey?" I asked pointing at the WWE Universe. "That is real respect. Everyone in the arena, in the back and watching at home know me. They respect me and what I've done for them. And for this business. What exactly, have you done for them. Or this business. Hmm?" I asked. "Answer, absolutey nothing," The crowd oohed by what I said. "Now the reason I came out here. Was to show you the environment you'll be fighting in come Sunday." I pointed to the Titantron and Rhonda looked at the screen as a video started. I kept quiet as the video showed the construction crew assembling 'The Cage of Terror'.
After it was finished. Rhonda looked dead at me. "I do hope your ready, because the only way to win this type of match is to either make your opponent scream for mercy or make them scream 'IQuit' at the top of their lungs. And I won't be doing either." I smiled. Then the lights flickered and went out for a minute. Then came on again.
And I was nowhere be found. Then my image came onto the Titantron, "Oh and Rhonda since we're throwing out stipulations. If you lose. You leave the WWE. Or better yet, you lose. You relinquish the Raw Women's Championship, Go to the Performance Center until you learn how to control your intensity and power. That's all I wanted to say, see you in your nightmares."
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Goddess of My Dreams
FanficI have been in the wrestling business for at least six years. Mostly in the Indy's. But I have traveled from the U.S. to Ireland to Japan and all around Europe. I never expected to be called back to the U.S. were it not for the mysterious e-mail I g...
