The half brothers circled each other in the ring, surrounded by the roar of
the crowd. They had fought each other so many times before but the fans
never tired of seeing them fight again. Undertaker jeered at the rowdy
sectors of the crowd who hurled abuse at him, his mind totally focused on
the details he and Kane had finalized before the show when they were
preparing. He was all business in the ring, outside he was all business
too, Mark Calloway and as his shirt said 'Loved by few, hated by many,
respected by all'.
Tonight he concentrated on the job in hand, not noticing the thin wisps of smoke that were starting to leak from the equipment at the top of the ramp.
* * * *
She pulled on a pair of pointy toe black leather ankle boots, flexed a foot experimentally, perfect. As she turned to the mirror, she saw two people. "Window to the soul, eh?" she gave a deep velvet chuckle. Had she remembered the flask? She put her hand to her trousers; the familiar undetectable feel comforted her. As she drew out of the room, she glanced at the sign on the door 'DIVAS', "pathetic" she muttered, resisting the urge to rip the sign off the door. As she strode through the corridors, a cool breeze from the air vents pulled her hair back and rippled her clothes. A few of the crew she passed gave her odd looks and looked as if they wanted to say something but decided against it.
As she got to the space behind the curtain, the head crewman appeared. "What are you doing here? You haven't got a match till later"
"I'm doing a run-in" He looked confused, checked his detailed notes on the night's matches and shook his head, beginning to say something.
She grasped his wrist, wrapping her slender fingers around it strongly and staring straight into his eyes. "I assure you," her voice an intimate almost whisper as if meant just for him. He felt a strange serenity come over him that made him not want to ask any more questions, he nodded mutely. She smiled and let go of his wrist, satisfied. It was show time.
* * *
The smoke was thickening at the top of the ramp as if it was caught in it's own private fog patch. Taker was getting a little distracted by this, maybe there was a fire backstage but no alarms or public announcements had been heard. The crowd was beginning to notice too, nudging each other and pointing, their attention ebbing away from the action in the ring. Kane and Taker continued their match as planned; Taker dropping a Leg Drop on Kane to a small chorus of boos. Just as Taker was about to signal for a choke slam, someone appeared out of the smoke, female, twenties perhaps.
Mark took in her appearance, tight black trousers, blood red strapless top, black leather jacket with the hood up shading her face and most bizarre of all, a black half mask that just covered her eyes like the ones favored by super heroes. It wasn't the ring attire of anyone Mark remembered being in the building, the crowd cheered slightly as they often did when a female entered, thinking it was a rookie making their debut but Mark knew better. Why hadn't security apprehended her? As she got to ringside, the smoke seemed to disappear as if by magic and suddenly, all the arena lights snapped off.
Mark felt the ring bounce beneath his feet as someone entered it. He knew it was her; he felt her presence beside him and heard her surprisingly deep voice
"Hello Mark". Liquid splashed against his face, thrown by her he guessed, he was too shocked to start wiping it off until he felt something happen to his face. It started to burn and heat up, it took him a few minutes to realize what had happened, his skin was burning!
Before he could yell for help, another liquid splashed against his face, cooling the burn. He heard the voice again "Warnings over" and caught a vivid glimpse of her face as she snapped a lighter on for a second, pale green eyes jumped out of the black mask. He reached to grab her and keep her until security got here but she slipped out of the ring.
The lights suddenly came up again. The crowd was chattering very loudly, excitedly, Kane and the referee looked slightly dazed. Mark looked around, there was no trace of her, the crowd seemed to think it had all been planned. Mark felt his face, it still felt warm, he wondered what harm it had done. She had meant for him to see her face, her eyes at least. Now, she had disappeared as mysteriously as the smoke had.
She waited until she heard the rumble of the crowd leaving. She didn't mind, she was fine where she was, sitting among the trashcans and stop signs that inhabited the underbelly of the ring; the techs wouldn't start clearing it until hours later. Slowly she pulled the cloth up, no one saw her, she slipped out of her hiding place and slide out, brushing herself down and smiling.
Hopping over the security barrier, she melted into the kaleidoscope of people in the crowd, no one noticed she was the one who had made the impromptu debut, the superstars would be demanding answers, questioning each other over who the mysterious stranger was. She tossed her head, the dark red hair skimming her face; she'd pulled off her mask and replaced it with a pair of red sunglasses, a little less conspicuous. She wondered if Mark had worked out who she was or what had happened, either way this was the beginning and this was fun.
Doubling around the back, she slipped into the superstar's entrance, smiling at the guard at the door who checked a name off his list as she passed. Looking like a diva definitely had advantages, she thought as she walked down the corridor towards the locker room, no one would know who was or if she was here thanks to her face or what was left of it.
Review and let me know what u think, I like it and have a whole lot to write so let me know if u think I should continue, enjoy.
Tonight he concentrated on the job in hand, not noticing the thin wisps of smoke that were starting to leak from the equipment at the top of the ramp.
* * * *
She pulled on a pair of pointy toe black leather ankle boots, flexed a foot experimentally, perfect. As she turned to the mirror, she saw two people. "Window to the soul, eh?" she gave a deep velvet chuckle. Had she remembered the flask? She put her hand to her trousers; the familiar undetectable feel comforted her. As she drew out of the room, she glanced at the sign on the door 'DIVAS', "pathetic" she muttered, resisting the urge to rip the sign off the door. As she strode through the corridors, a cool breeze from the air vents pulled her hair back and rippled her clothes. A few of the crew she passed gave her odd looks and looked as if they wanted to say something but decided against it.
As she got to the space behind the curtain, the head crewman appeared. "What are you doing here? You haven't got a match till later"
"I'm doing a run-in" He looked confused, checked his detailed notes on the night's matches and shook his head, beginning to say something.
She grasped his wrist, wrapping her slender fingers around it strongly and staring straight into his eyes. "I assure you," her voice an intimate almost whisper as if meant just for him. He felt a strange serenity come over him that made him not want to ask any more questions, he nodded mutely. She smiled and let go of his wrist, satisfied. It was show time.
* * *
The smoke was thickening at the top of the ramp as if it was caught in it's own private fog patch. Taker was getting a little distracted by this, maybe there was a fire backstage but no alarms or public announcements had been heard. The crowd was beginning to notice too, nudging each other and pointing, their attention ebbing away from the action in the ring. Kane and Taker continued their match as planned; Taker dropping a Leg Drop on Kane to a small chorus of boos. Just as Taker was about to signal for a choke slam, someone appeared out of the smoke, female, twenties perhaps.
Mark took in her appearance, tight black trousers, blood red strapless top, black leather jacket with the hood up shading her face and most bizarre of all, a black half mask that just covered her eyes like the ones favored by super heroes. It wasn't the ring attire of anyone Mark remembered being in the building, the crowd cheered slightly as they often did when a female entered, thinking it was a rookie making their debut but Mark knew better. Why hadn't security apprehended her? As she got to ringside, the smoke seemed to disappear as if by magic and suddenly, all the arena lights snapped off.
Mark felt the ring bounce beneath his feet as someone entered it. He knew it was her; he felt her presence beside him and heard her surprisingly deep voice
"Hello Mark". Liquid splashed against his face, thrown by her he guessed, he was too shocked to start wiping it off until he felt something happen to his face. It started to burn and heat up, it took him a few minutes to realize what had happened, his skin was burning!
Before he could yell for help, another liquid splashed against his face, cooling the burn. He heard the voice again "Warnings over" and caught a vivid glimpse of her face as she snapped a lighter on for a second, pale green eyes jumped out of the black mask. He reached to grab her and keep her until security got here but she slipped out of the ring.
The lights suddenly came up again. The crowd was chattering very loudly, excitedly, Kane and the referee looked slightly dazed. Mark looked around, there was no trace of her, the crowd seemed to think it had all been planned. Mark felt his face, it still felt warm, he wondered what harm it had done. She had meant for him to see her face, her eyes at least. Now, she had disappeared as mysteriously as the smoke had.
She waited until she heard the rumble of the crowd leaving. She didn't mind, she was fine where she was, sitting among the trashcans and stop signs that inhabited the underbelly of the ring; the techs wouldn't start clearing it until hours later. Slowly she pulled the cloth up, no one saw her, she slipped out of her hiding place and slide out, brushing herself down and smiling.
Hopping over the security barrier, she melted into the kaleidoscope of people in the crowd, no one noticed she was the one who had made the impromptu debut, the superstars would be demanding answers, questioning each other over who the mysterious stranger was. She tossed her head, the dark red hair skimming her face; she'd pulled off her mask and replaced it with a pair of red sunglasses, a little less conspicuous. She wondered if Mark had worked out who she was or what had happened, either way this was the beginning and this was fun.
Doubling around the back, she slipped into the superstar's entrance, smiling at the guard at the door who checked a name off his list as she passed. Looking like a diva definitely had advantages, she thought as she walked down the corridor towards the locker room, no one would know who was or if she was here thanks to her face or what was left of it.
Review and let me know what u think, I like it and have a whole lot to write so let me know if u think I should continue, enjoy.