AR: (turning from Debra and back to the camera.) And speaking again about the creepiest and scariest figure in the FTW, Ladies and gentlemen, the next bit of tape we have to show you is...
DA: It involves that psychob*beep* Aika. That's all they need to know.
AR: ... yes. (glares at Debra, then back to the camera) This footage was captured backstage just a few moments ago. Viewer discretion is advised..And you better take the kids to the bed
DA: ...and not only them it seems *sighs*
EMILY
Sitting over the bench, in my locker room, elbows planted on my thighs, hands on my forehead as I look down. Eyes closing. I hide a grimace, the pain on my back is stinging but that’s not the worst pain.
The worst pain is the one that invading my heart.
In my eyes the image of the ref down while I had Callista in the Pearly Gates, her hand tapping on my arm.
I had her, she fucking tapped out.
Then everything changed when Sadie entered the ring.
It’s now history, but I know that I will never accept that.
I don’t move except to breathe. I hear a knock at my door, I still don’t move and don’t say anything.
The door opens and a young guy pops his head in. It’s one the the EMTs that helped me to move away from the ring.
"Miss Layne, we are waiting for you in the medical room,” he says.
The match was tough. I would need some bandages, some rest and whatsoever. But in this moment, I don’t want to see anyone or anything.
"Miss Layne?"
"Im fine…” i simply say
“But…”
I lift my face and give him a not very friendly look
"I said… I’m fine"
He gulps and closes the door. I’m not sure if he is waiting for me outside or not.
After some long minutes, probably a half hour or so i do a very long shower before i start to slow change myself into my black tight jeans and a black halter top. Black ankle boots and hair tied up in a pony tail. It’s still wet cause it’s usually annoying to dry up my hair, especially when Im pissed. And now, I am pissed.
I grab my big sporty bag and hang it across my shoulder as i start to make my way out of the locker room. I look around,the lights are semi down, the show ended like two hours ago now. The guy of the EMT is not here anymore. The perfect moment to go away, without people asking me if I’m okay or not. I put a baseball hat over my head that barely covers my eyes and move to the secondary exit.
ROWAN
From a dark corner, a whisper. An almost guttural voice.
"You failed," it says, almost as quiet as a thought.
You turn to look and see a figure standing in the corner. A slender figure, curves emphasized by a form-fitting cat suit. The face hidden behind a mask that looks like it has talons ripping into the skin.
"You could have stopped them," she says. "But you failed because you are weak."
She steps forward, moving closer. Her wet hair falls over her face, hiding her black eyes from view. All you see are the lips, blood red.
"Because you are weak."
EMILY
I only hear the voice, and I’m not sure what the voice said when I turn around to check who talked in the dark. My mind is still filled with thoughts and sensations about what just happened and what will happen in the next few days.
When I turn I see the figure of a woman standing in the corner. I recognize her: she is Aika. To tell the truth, I didn’t watch the matches before the main event with much attention. I was focused on my match… but well, I surely watched what happened between her and Gemma and Punky.
Rowan and I never met again after what happened at First Strike where I left her in the ring, destroyed by the Stroke of Midnight of Gemma and Megan.
“Thats not the m..." my sentence is broken by her words.
I hear her saying that I am weak. The figure is scary, creepy, but in this moment I am focused on what she is saying. My fists close, my muscles tremble and that causes the bag to fall on the concrete fold floor of the corridor.
"Im not weak. Its just that..." I shake my head, visibly annoyed and frustrated. "Fuck that.”
I look at the masked woman in front of me, then grab the bag and put the lace over my shoulder again.
“This is not the time, Rowan" I say, almost a grunt. I make my way to the door to move away from this place.
ROWAN
Aika's steps are deliberate, but now they turn quick. Her boots on the pavement, the growl in her voice.
She races at you, a blur of shadow and rage. And when she slams into you, her arms and legs are wild things, like independent entities with minds of their own. Her face screaming in your face, "YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED THEM! YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED THEM!"
Her weight slams against you, but the action is mad. Just pure rage with only a single intent: to cause pain.
EMILY
I should have realized that Aika wouldn’t have stepped out of my way that easily but I wasn’t ready for this assault.
"WHAT THE FUCK!” I scream out as I receive shots from her legs and arms. The first ones caught me surprised and the bag falls on the floor again. I stumble backwards a step before losing balance and fall down on my ass and back.
"UGHHH!” I groan out, but Aika keeps wildly hitting me with punches and kicks, falling over me and still screaming on my face like crazy.
My hands and arms trying to cover my face and upper body to protect myself from the wild shots but soon I realize that I can’t stay down like that.
I plant my feet on the floor and bridge up with the intention to make this crazy thing fall off of me.
"NNNGGGGGGHH!”
ROWAN
A quick shove and Aika falls to the side, giving you a moment of respite.
But within a heartbeat, she's back on top, throwing fists, elbows and knees against your already battered body.
"YOU FAILED!" she shouts. "YOU FAILED! YOU'RE WEAK! YOU'RE PATHETIC!"
A slam against your jaw sends stars into your head as you hear the echoes of Aika's voice.
"COWARD! COWARD! COWARD!"
EMILY
My bridge works but not enough. After a quick second, Aika is again over me throwing punches and elbows.
"UGH UHH OOOFFF!” I groan behind the quick and hard blows, trying to protect my face as much I can, hearing her words.
"OOOHHGG!” the last slam sends my face to the side, I see the stars for a moment, Aika voice is far away now. I have to do something quick or I won’t make it out of here on my feet!
I lift up my knee against her belly and shove her away for a moment, like few seconds ago. She is getting back on top of me, but this time I tighten my abs, planting my arms and elbows down on the floor and lift my legs up, sending both my feet against her jaw.
"FUCK YOU! YOU CRAZY THING!"
I roll away, wiping sweat off of my face as I try to recover and re group
ROWAN
Your kick sends Aika flying and she slams into a locker, bending the metal with the impact. Her body slumps to the ground, motionless.
She stares at you from behind her mask, unmoving. Her body twisted like a broken doll.
Then, she twitches. Her head straightens. Her eyes light up. Her fists clench.
And she giggles. A dark, gurgling sound like it came from a corpse that's been in the ground for a hundred years.
She goes from a seated position to standing in a heartbeat, sliding up the broken locker. Her lips murmur...
“you can't hurt me.”
And she steps forward again.
“nothing can hurt me.”
EMILY
On my knees now, sitting on my heels as I look up at Aika. It looks like my kick and the impact into the locker dazed her. In this moment, I don’t remember what happened in her match against Gemma tonight.
I rub my wrist on my mouth. My lip hurts but I am not bleeding. I see her eyes opening, then she moves up in less than a second. My mind flies to what I seen tonight when Aika went in a sitting position on Gemma flying move attempt.
My blood is boiling,my mind is racing.
I get on my feet as she moves closer.
Not only I was totally robbed tonight, now I am even beaten up and called, "Coward” and “Weak.”
Lips curling in a snarl as I charge Aika, moving into her and lowering my upperbody.
“Lets see about that!"
I growl after her "nothing can hurt me" murmur. My hands slide on the back of her thighs, just under her ass and lift her up before slamming her on her back in a spinebuster!
ROWAN
Aika's back slams into the floor and she screams out loud, her limbs freezing, fingers curling. Her legs wrap around your waist, curling up like a dying spider's legs. You hear her suck breath between her teeth and then... her laughter finds your ears, haunting the room.
Her body twitches, her breath catching in her throat. She almost seems to be in the throes of a strange sexual combat.
Then, her fingers reach out like talons, raking your back. So sharp, they rip at the fabric.
"Harder," she whispers and you can hear the strains of pain in her voice. Then, she slams a forearm into your chin. She shouts again. "More!"
EMILY
We end down on the floor with me on top. I pant and gasp, trying to fight the pain on my body and face as I plant my knees down into the cold floor to keep the top position.
I lift my right arm, ready to charge it down as Aika’s legs wrap around my body and keep our bodies locked close, but not close enough to prevent sending blows into each other.
When I am about to swing my forearm down on Aika face I cant help but arch my back, my face a mask of pain, and the snarl turns in a grimace as ten nails rake down my back. It seems that the top is not enough to protect my back and the brutal scratch is followed by a huge forearm smash that catches my jaw.
"OOOHHHH" I groan, spitting warm air from my mouth.
It’s hard but I fight the pain and I am able to stay on my knees.
My left hand goes down and presses on Aika neck as my right fist close in a tight ball and I fire it down on Aika masked face.
Once, twice!
While my body wriggles and shakes, in the attempt to get free from the leg hold.
ROWAN
You strike once: Aika's legs just get tighter.
You strike twice: You feel the pressure lighten, but just for a moment. Then, even tighter.
"Weak," she whispers up at you between the punches to her face. "Coward."
She isn't even trying to block your punches. She takes each one, her head slamming to the left, then to the right, her wet hair flinging around her face. You see her eyes: pitch black. Blood on her lips. Smiling lips, covered in blood. Her hips gyrating against you, her arms laying up above her head. She pushes against the floor, lifting her hips off the ground, her back arching, her hips hard against your belly.
More strikes and more laughter. Your fists pound against her and her laughter grows louder and louder, her legs tightening and tightening.
But then, one strike impacts perfectly on her jaw. You can see her lips tremble...
Then, another one. Her grip slips.
Another one, blood spilling on the cement floor. The laughter stops.
Another one, blood splattering across your fists. The gyrating stops.
Another one, knocking the back of her head against the cement floor. Her legs go limp and her body falls to the floor.
EMILY
The last punches I swing are slow, but they are hard. I put all the effort I can into them, grunting behind each shot.
"NNNNGGGGG NNNGGGHHH"
Aika’s body is giving up, another big shot to her jaw, her strong legs finally falling down on the floor,spread apart on the sides of my legs.
I pause and look down,heavily breathing, warm air coming out from my opened mouth. I sit on my heels and scream with clenched fists.
"WHY? WHYYYY???"
My hands go down as i lean forward, grabbing her catsuit on her neck level and shake her body.
"I HAD HER! I FUCKING HAD HER! SHE TAPPED! IT WAS OVER!" I scream out again, shouting all my frustration and anger on Aika.
My teeth clenching, my mouth again curls in an angry snarl as I get up and twist my fingers in Aika’s wet hair, lifting her now limp body with me to our feet. I turn around her, with my hands sliding down from her hair to her face and chin while I get back to back with her. My hands solidly grab her head as I lean forward, then bend on my knees and suddenly drop down on my ass, connecting a hangman neckbreaker!
Aika’s body doesnt react.
She drops down on her knees, her neck slams in a brutal impact against my shoulder before she falls down on her chest.
I pant, my breasts heavily move up and down inside my top, following my heavy breath. I stay in a sitting position for many seconds.
Then get on knees and crawl toward Aika’s lifeless body.
I cant help but admire the perfect curves of her legs and ass and knees next to her body. In my mind I can see all that happened in the FTW since we joined.
This body is not Callista’s body, its not Sadie’s body.
This is Rowan!
Damn her!
Rowan? Or who?
My hands pull her side and force her body on her back. She is not moving at all. I slide my hands up toward her mask… ready to unmask her..
