Dirty Little Secret

Summary: There's a New Diva in town, and she's ready to shake things up. Believe That. Post W-M 30

A.N: Speaking of WRESTLEMANIA 30! How mad was the main event? RKO AND a Batista Bomb and Bryan still wins. Gawd. -she types this while sobbing hysterically because of the streak match... over a year later...?- All of the OC stories on this page, including the ones that weren't meant to, bled into my stories. Example, April and Xander were not supposed to randomly appear in Sweet Revenge but guess what... THEY DID! Damnit to hell. I vow that this story will not contain any of Rayne's OCs, nor will it contain Cam and CJ or any of my previous ones. The only damn OCs in this will be my two new ones, whose names shall remain hidden until you actually meet them. I hope you like them, I worked hard on these two and I've kinda gone back to my gothic roots for my main. Also, this is pre-season 3 of Total Divas so Rosa Mendez, Paige and Alicia Fox are not on the roster... yet. Anyway, please enjoy.

Prologue

In 4 billion years, the Sun will inflate so much it will swallow the Earth, and all life will die. We won't even be there to see this murderous star finally shrink miserably, to watch its glow fade into nothingness. So, what is the purpose of life? It is doomed before even being born. All life is flawed and ultimately mortal, save for bacteria and viruses. See what our better is! See what will survive us! Disease and parasites, that isn't even truly alive. We are an anomaly to life, life is an anomaly to the universe, and when this error - this minuscule accident of randomness, a mere dust grain in the cold, unfeeling, infinite space – is rectified, then the universe, a sad, empty, demented place with no purpose at all, will continue to slowly expand in silence, gnawing on nothingness, becoming colder and scarcer as time passes, until finally nothing continues to move.

But who cares? Humanity itself, despite its arrogant pride at becoming the self-acclaimed dominant species of an insignificant mud ball, will not survive until the swollen agony of the Sun. We'll all die from pollution and disease long before. Watch the work of technology, and despair! Our soulless society thinks that running ahead ever faster will let it break through the wall that stands in front of it.

We had nearly eradicated most diseases; but now new sickness arises, against which we can do nothing, and the old maladies are now laughing at our medicine.

We had walked on the Moon, but now we use all the energy we have to drive hummers and other useless, resource-wasting cars.

We had discovered wonderful chemicals, and now we realise we don't know the tenth of the late after-effects of these, and we find ourselves exposed to sterility and mutations.

We had invented wonderful communication means to share knowledge and enlightenment, and now we use them to share stupidity and brainwashing, through trash-TV and propaganda.

We had learned so much about how the world works! And now, we're attacked from the inside and the outside by people who want us to return to our primitive beliefs and superstition.

We had true geniuses, people skilled in all fields of knowledge and philosophy! And now, where are the Da Vinci's, where are the Aristotle's? Our philosophers are replaced by pundits, and our artists by posers who think mediocrity is an art form.

We had so much! And now, we see it was so little. Dusty greatness, lost illusions, meaningless glory. Image! Image! Everything is faked, nothing is true anymore. Seeming beats being.

And in these vainglorious days where everything flows freely, luxuries and knowledge, we see these things mankind craved above all were sad jokes, leaving a sour taste. Knowledge? Forgotten the moment it's learned, drowned in an overflow of trivia. Luxuries? All are poisons, which make you sick, cancerous, obese, sterile, or worse, or all that! While at the same time ruining people who lose their job because child labour in a faraway place is cheaper.

What's the purpose of life, except death?
What's the purpose of civilisation, except decadence?
What's the purpose of memory, except oblivion?

Know that the cause you fight for will be forgotten.
Know that the being you love will die.
Know that you are nothing.

And weep. Cry that you are cursed to live in this imperfect world, a meaningless life because there is no room for meaningful things. There is no room for you. There is no room for me.

–- The Lady In Black