"It's Monday night Raw and the sound of this sold out crowd is defining. " announcer Jim Ross said into his microphone.
"That's right Jim. Everyone here is waiting on the arrival of, and I quote here 'the next generation of darkness'" Jonathan Coachman added.
Just then the lights dimmed and a little girl's voice boomed over the speakers. "From shadows rise a dangerous beast, through the night he Flies to disturb the peace, hope and hate blend as one...a new generation of darkness has come!"
It was the same promo that had been playing as a teaser for the past few weeks. Only this time it was real. With the smoke machine on full blast Emo strode onto the entrance ramp.
He was all decked out in black skinny jeans and a long sleeved black shirt. His dark bangs hung in his face, half concealing the black makeup that ringed his eyes.
"Who the heck is that?" Jim demanded.
"I don't know King, but it looks like we're about to find out!" The coach answered.
Emo picked up a mic and launched into his diatribe. He'd been practicing for days, trying to give the lines just the right amount of dramatic flare without going over the top. Simone had laughed... a lot.
As he rambled on about the Gothic undertaker being an old man's devil Simone slowly made her way onto the platform. She had squeezed herself in to a sweet, black lace, babydoll dress. And was teetering on some impossibly high heels. Her dark curls hung down her back, tied with a little red ribbon. In her arms she clutch a deformed teddy bear with one eye hanging off its face and it's mouth sewn shut.
"Who do you suppose the girl is?" Jonathan asked.
"She sure is a pretty little thing." Jim said, a touch of awe in his voice.
Emo held out his hand and Simone walked to his side. "Step down Taker. This," he said gesturing to himself and his sister. "Is what darkness really looks like." With that he dropped the mic and led his sister back stage.
"I'm so freaked out, can't hardly breath." She gasped.
"You're not the only one. My hands are shaking!" He told her lifting one to show it trembling.
"Hey guys," They turned together to see the Hardy brothers approaching them. "You two did a great job." Jeff told them.
Simone took a step towards the approaching men and away from her brother. He did not like that. "Thanks. " He almost growled through a false smile. He reached out to pull his sister back to him; she pulled away.
"Thank you." Her smile was genuine. When Matt held out a hand and introduced himself she accepted it his grip almost completely concealed her hand.
"How's it going? I'm Matt, Jeff's big brother. I'm the smart brother." He told her with a wink.
Simone looked over her shoulder at her brother before she replied. "I'm Simone, this is my brother Billy...I mean Emo. " The frown on Emo ' s face told her he wasn't happy with her slip up.
"That's an interesting bear you have there." Matt nodded to the stuffed animal she was clutching in a death grip.
"Oh," She blushed. "It's just a prop" She felt Emo ' s hand on her shoulder and sighed in defeat.
"We have to be going now gentlemen. I have a match to prepare for." Simone allowed herself to be pull away from the handsome brothers. At least Emo hadn't been as rude this time, and she'd been able to speak a few words without wanting to run for the hills. Things were looking up.
