"You feel it, don't you? The hatred, the rage? Embrace it. It will make you strong. They will know your name, and you will become what the monsters fear. You are fury. You are vengeance, and you will annihilate everything that gets in your way. "He stood in front of her as behind her his adversary rolled on the canvas. The woman shook a little, uncomfortable at being there with them.
"And what becomes of me?" She asked, already feeling the raw fury powering through her veins. "What of me, of my being, of my soul? I'm not going to be like the movies am I? With the horns and wings and stuff? Although the ability to fly is a plus." She added as an afterthought. He chuckled, a light laugh that she never thought could sound so sinister.
"Well, let's be honest, there's not much left that isn't corrupt, is there? You lie, you cheat, you steal, you do what you have to in order to survive. This rage and hatred, sure, it's new for you. I can see that. It's all over your pretty little face." He replied, putting a hand gently under her chin and tilting her head up to look at him. The eyes behind his red mask showed no emotion, the smile at the bottom of it screamed danger. Still, she stood there, as he took her hand, and placed one of his weapons of choice in her grasp.
"It's not right..." She managed feebly, although she knew there wasn't much resistance left. He seemed to sense it too, as he turned the woman towards where her foe lay on the floor. She knew the look in his eyes, it had been one she had shared many a time, before He found her. Beaten down time and time again until he showed her there was another way. A more...violent way. It got the job done, and had her come out on top time and time again, despite those niggling doubts that it wasn't a good idea to act like this. A few footsteps sounded in her ear, and the swish of a leather trench coat told the woman he had been joined by his brother. Who, from many, many accounts, was a thousand times worse.
"You're still fighting your morality," said his brother as people around screamed and cheered alternately. "You just need to, how did Elsa put it? That's right...Let it go."
It was like his words were the final switch, the final lever pushed down that let the rage and fury take over. She could feel it flowing ever faster in to her heart, and with a snarl, Vicky raised the steel chair up high, and brought it crashing down on her opponents back one, twice, three times. The ring floor rattled, the ropes shook. The crowds yelled and screamed for John Cena to get up from the floor as she dealt him the merciless beat down. A hand on her shoulder signalled to stop for now, the message was clear. Kane and The Undertaker had a new friend. And she was prepared to do whatever they needed her to.
Going backstage, Kane and The Undertaker walked her past everyone, in to a private dressing room, away from the shocked looks and surprised faces. They sat her down, and let her stop shaking. Kane got her some water, and Undertaker put the nearest waste paper basket that didn't have holes in between her feet, fearing she was going to be sick. She had been summoned by Kane after her defeat at the hands of Charlotte earlier that night. She had been brought down to the ring by him, to be ringside for his fight against John Cena. He'd brought her in to the ring and begun the speech, and she figured it was because he knew she would keep character and follow his lead. She wasn't expecting to get to beat down on John Cena with a chair. To have The Undertaker appear and be on her side. She didn't understand it, and it wasn't until John Cena walked in to the room she was able to say anything.
"Why did you do that for me?" She asked the three men shakily. "Why…why did you call me out like that? Lead me in to that?" She didn't think The Undertaker could ever look at her in a kind manner, she didn't think it was possible for him to look at anyone with a gentle smile or empathetic gaze in his eyes. But that's what he was doing as he sat down next to her, putting his trademark hat on her head. "I mean…you'll be in so much trouble…with Vince…the fans…everyone." Her voice cracked a little, and Kane motioned to drink. "And for what? I'm a nobody…I'm just a step, and a heel at that. People use me to get further in their careers, to get that bit closer to the title. Just…why?" She looked up at the two men still standing, John stretched his back and winced a little from the pain caused from her chair shots. Kane took off his mask. "Please…give me an answer, any answer." Still they were quiet. "Damn it, give me a fucking answer! I'm about to be THE most hated woman in the locker room! You just shot me past ALL the girls, and hell, some of the guys too, who came up from NXT in the past two years with what you did tonight."
"We know." Undertaker finally spoke. "That's why we did it." The girl looked at the three men like they had lost their minds.
"You did that on purpose?!" she exclaimed. "How many times have you three been Pedigreed or RKO'd to convince yourselves this was a good idea? Because I can tell you now, it's really not."
"Vicky. Calm down." Vicky looked at The Undertaker a little alarmed. She wasn't even aware he knew her name. "Yes…I know your name. We all do."
"But…no one knows my name. I'm a step, one level up from a jobber…no one knows my name." She managed, almost stumbling over her words.
"We do. They do. And we decided to take matters in to our own hands and give you the chance you've been waiting for." Kane replied, before he went in to what must be his kitbag. He pulled out a slightly battered envelope.
"But why?" she asked, as he handed it to her. This time, John spoke.
"Why? You're here every single day, just like we are. You work your ass off, never complaining about being on the losing end. You're helpful, kind, patient, hell, you've even passed up a shot at the old Diva's title before because you felt someone else deserved it because they had been in NXT longer than you, am I correct?"
"Well..yes, I did. Plus I wasn't ready. I'm still not ready for…this…what is this?" she asked, pulling what she realised was a persona layout from the envelope.
"Violent Vik, we want you to be our female Undertaker." Undertaker smiled, and almost laughed as she went red, and violently shook her head.
"You must be mental, the lot of you. That's not a burden I can carry…I can't do that persona any justice." She said, looking at the concept art in front of her, continuing her protests as she read through the persona, the finishing moves, the mannerisms she would adopt under the persona. Undertaker put a reassuring hand on her shoulder as she looked over the paperwork.
"We might be insane, but we also have been in this game a long ass time. Over fifty years between us. We've seen girls come and go, hell we've even married them," John said, gesturing to The Undertaker with a smile. "But we know talent when we see it. We know what you are capable of, Vicky, we just need to give you the right chance. This is it." There was a knock at the door as John finished speaking, and he opened it to let in Stephanie McMahon.
"Has she agreed yet?" she asked.
"We're working on it." Kane smiled. "She thinks it's too much of a burden to bear, that she can't do it homage."
"Well, that will never do." Steph said, looking at Vicky who was now feeling somewhat like a little girl at school.
"What the hell is going on? If this is a dream, I'd like to wake up now." She said, removing The Undertaker's hat to run a free hand through her hair.
"It's not a dream, Vick. It's a persona we've had lurking for several decades. Needs brushing up to the current day a bit, but I think you could make it work. It was Taker's idea, but I totally agree." Stephanie said with a smile. "So, how about it? Will you be our Lady Undertaker? Will you be our Queen of Coffins?"
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