Part 12: Wicked
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The Arena
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Calliope paced across the floor in their locker room, twisting the amethyst that hung from the silver chain around her neck.
"Calm down, Witch," Steve was seated on the couch, a beer in his hand, watching the red head pace.
"Ravyn is missing!" She turned, her amethyst eyes blazing. "I will not calm down!"
"Don't yell at him-it's not his fault," Heavynne walked back into the room, Jericho close on her heels. "I've been trying to call her, both on her cell and telepathically, but she's not answering, and there are massive walls up in her mind."
"Something is wrong," the raspy voice was heard before Kane was seen. He had managed to enter the room without anyone seeing or hearing him. Calliope would never get used to him doing that.
"What is?" she whirled on the huge man in black. He regarded her before answering.
"With Ravyn-I can sense it-"
"You're on!" one of the tech guys poked his head into the room.
Heavynne and Calliope looked at one another, then slowly filed towards the entrance to the ramp. Vince McMahon was in the ring with a microphone in his hand.
"Ministry of Darkness, you think you have a hold on the WWF! On the wrestlers here, and on the fans! Think again-meet your biggest challenge-The Power of Witches!" He pointed the to ramp, and the music started. Heavy guitars played, drums joining in. On the Titantron flashed the images from their entrance video, mixed with flashes of "PoW" across the screen.
I never knew, she's gone, she's flown away
Everyone said she's not your kinda girl
I'm so alone this girl is flowin' fear
Everyone said she f*cked up this time
It's my brand new world today
And it's my brand new world this way
After the first verse, Heavynne and Calliope walked towards the ring. McMahon didn't even betray his surprise when he saw Ravyn wasn't with them. They tried to keep up the tough looking persona they had agreed on for their first PoW appearance. But it was difficult, with their worry for where Ravyn was. They reached the ring, standing on either side of McMahon.
Calliope took the microphone. "Ministry of Darkness, your time has come!" she looked out towards the crowd, surprised to already see "PoW" signs held up by the audience. "You have caused enough darkness and evil, prepare to be destroyed!"
Heavynne took the mic, deciding to ad-lib since Ravyn wasn't there. "You caused pain to our sister in blood and magick-you will pay!"
Then the arena went black, and the sound of ominous church bells rang out across the darkness. Calliope felt the hairs on her neck rise, sensing the evil that was present. When the lights came back on, they were purple and red, and Undertaker, Sara, and Paul Bearer were standing in the ring across from Heavynne, Calliope and Vince.
"Power of Witches?" Bearer said in his high pitched voice. "Power of Witches? It is no power that can defeat the Darkness!"
Undertaker looked the two women over, clearing his throat, a microphone appeared in his hand. "The Ministry of Darkness becomes stronger every day. Let us introduce you to the newest member to our reign of Darkness-"
He cut off, and the music began.
I can taste your innocence
So young and sweet like mother made ya
Everything froze in ice
These motherf*ckers just got wicked!
The lights went dark except for blue lights aimed at the entrance ramp. The small figure stepped into the lights, a black veil covering its face, a long black gown flowed gracefully over its figure. It moved slowly down the ramp, towards the ring, as if drawn by the hand Undertaker had extended towards it.
"She is a valuable part of our Ministry, having vowed her faithfulness-" Undertaker produced the urn, holding it over his head in reverence. "Having drunk from the urn."
Calliope felt her heart sink. Something horrible was happening.
"Meet our newest Child of Darkness-Ravyn!" Undertaker pulled the veil from her head, revealing the long, shining black hair, and a low cut and backless gown.
The lights went out again. A scream rang through the arena.
"Nooooo!"
The voice was hoarse and raspy, pain like Calliope had never heard was laced through that single syllable.
Fire erupted at the four corners of the ring, the dark magic was tangible. Red pot lights aimed at the side of the ring, where Kane stood.
"Ravyn-you cannot join them-" his plea was plain, his voice pained.
Ravyn smiled, her crimson lips stretching over perfect white teeth. Her sapphire eyes glittered dangerously. "Join us, Kane-return to the darkness, you know you belong here."
"You do not belong to the darkness!" he glared at Undertaker. "You will not take her, Brother!"
Undertaker smiled lazily, contemplating his brother's words. "I have a proposal for you. A match, at next RAW. Ministry against PoW, your choice of wrestlers. Whoever wins, gets Ravyn."
"She is not a pawn!" Calliope burst out. "She is not your property to give or take!"
Undetaker smiled at the purple eyed witch, then regarded Heavynne with cool eyes. Then he kissed Ravyn, long and hard. She smiled up at him, almost wickedly. "I beg to differ, Witch," he regarded them all. "Until next week."
Again, the arena blackened, and when the lights returned, the Ministry, and Ravyn, were gone.
Songs are: Just Got Wicked and Witch by the band Cold
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The Arena
========
Calliope paced across the floor in their locker room, twisting the amethyst that hung from the silver chain around her neck.
"Calm down, Witch," Steve was seated on the couch, a beer in his hand, watching the red head pace.
"Ravyn is missing!" She turned, her amethyst eyes blazing. "I will not calm down!"
"Don't yell at him-it's not his fault," Heavynne walked back into the room, Jericho close on her heels. "I've been trying to call her, both on her cell and telepathically, but she's not answering, and there are massive walls up in her mind."
"Something is wrong," the raspy voice was heard before Kane was seen. He had managed to enter the room without anyone seeing or hearing him. Calliope would never get used to him doing that.
"What is?" she whirled on the huge man in black. He regarded her before answering.
"With Ravyn-I can sense it-"
"You're on!" one of the tech guys poked his head into the room.
Heavynne and Calliope looked at one another, then slowly filed towards the entrance to the ramp. Vince McMahon was in the ring with a microphone in his hand.
"Ministry of Darkness, you think you have a hold on the WWF! On the wrestlers here, and on the fans! Think again-meet your biggest challenge-The Power of Witches!" He pointed the to ramp, and the music started. Heavy guitars played, drums joining in. On the Titantron flashed the images from their entrance video, mixed with flashes of "PoW" across the screen.
I never knew, she's gone, she's flown away
Everyone said she's not your kinda girl
I'm so alone this girl is flowin' fear
Everyone said she f*cked up this time
It's my brand new world today
And it's my brand new world this way
After the first verse, Heavynne and Calliope walked towards the ring. McMahon didn't even betray his surprise when he saw Ravyn wasn't with them. They tried to keep up the tough looking persona they had agreed on for their first PoW appearance. But it was difficult, with their worry for where Ravyn was. They reached the ring, standing on either side of McMahon.
Calliope took the microphone. "Ministry of Darkness, your time has come!" she looked out towards the crowd, surprised to already see "PoW" signs held up by the audience. "You have caused enough darkness and evil, prepare to be destroyed!"
Heavynne took the mic, deciding to ad-lib since Ravyn wasn't there. "You caused pain to our sister in blood and magick-you will pay!"
Then the arena went black, and the sound of ominous church bells rang out across the darkness. Calliope felt the hairs on her neck rise, sensing the evil that was present. When the lights came back on, they were purple and red, and Undertaker, Sara, and Paul Bearer were standing in the ring across from Heavynne, Calliope and Vince.
"Power of Witches?" Bearer said in his high pitched voice. "Power of Witches? It is no power that can defeat the Darkness!"
Undertaker looked the two women over, clearing his throat, a microphone appeared in his hand. "The Ministry of Darkness becomes stronger every day. Let us introduce you to the newest member to our reign of Darkness-"
He cut off, and the music began.
I can taste your innocence
So young and sweet like mother made ya
Everything froze in ice
These motherf*ckers just got wicked!
The lights went dark except for blue lights aimed at the entrance ramp. The small figure stepped into the lights, a black veil covering its face, a long black gown flowed gracefully over its figure. It moved slowly down the ramp, towards the ring, as if drawn by the hand Undertaker had extended towards it.
"She is a valuable part of our Ministry, having vowed her faithfulness-" Undertaker produced the urn, holding it over his head in reverence. "Having drunk from the urn."
Calliope felt her heart sink. Something horrible was happening.
"Meet our newest Child of Darkness-Ravyn!" Undertaker pulled the veil from her head, revealing the long, shining black hair, and a low cut and backless gown.
The lights went out again. A scream rang through the arena.
"Nooooo!"
The voice was hoarse and raspy, pain like Calliope had never heard was laced through that single syllable.
Fire erupted at the four corners of the ring, the dark magic was tangible. Red pot lights aimed at the side of the ring, where Kane stood.
"Ravyn-you cannot join them-" his plea was plain, his voice pained.
Ravyn smiled, her crimson lips stretching over perfect white teeth. Her sapphire eyes glittered dangerously. "Join us, Kane-return to the darkness, you know you belong here."
"You do not belong to the darkness!" he glared at Undertaker. "You will not take her, Brother!"
Undertaker smiled lazily, contemplating his brother's words. "I have a proposal for you. A match, at next RAW. Ministry against PoW, your choice of wrestlers. Whoever wins, gets Ravyn."
"She is not a pawn!" Calliope burst out. "She is not your property to give or take!"
Undetaker smiled at the purple eyed witch, then regarded Heavynne with cool eyes. Then he kissed Ravyn, long and hard. She smiled up at him, almost wickedly. "I beg to differ, Witch," he regarded them all. "Until next week."
Again, the arena blackened, and when the lights returned, the Ministry, and Ravyn, were gone.
Songs are: Just Got Wicked and Witch by the band Cold