A/N: Hey Phoenix, glad you like the story. For a while there, thought no
one was going to read it. If you can, try to get some more peeps to read
it. By the way, Torrid's theme song is 'A Welcome Burden' by Disturbed.
SHOUT!
HEAVY! I WANT IT HEAVY!
WELCOME TO MY WORLD ANYWAY YOU PICK YOU'RE WINDING DOWN AGAIN
"Ready Torrid?" the stage tech asked.
She looked up at him, "Yeah, let's do this."
The lights went out, her descent toward Earth began. It was time.
GATHER YOUR PATHETIC MASSES AND BRING 'EM TO ME
TO A WORLD DEVOID OF SANITY
TO ANOTHER TIME, TO ANOTHER PLACE
THEN THE VIOLENCE CREATES CALAMITY
RIP AWAY HER DISGUISE AND BROTHEL THE LIES THAT YA FIND
THE TRUTH IS SICKENING
WE DON'T NEED TO CHANGE IT REALLY
I KIND OF LIKE IT UGLY!!!!
She felt no fear whatsoever as the lowered her from the rafters of the building so that she could land on the cage. Ruby liquid was dripping off her black medieval attire. She looked down; The Undertaker was pissed by the distraction. But she didn't care. The crowd loved it.
THE RACE OF THE MOTHER CULTURE IS THICKENING!
THE RAPE OF THE MOTHER CULTURE IS NEARING!
THE FACE OF THE MOTHER CULTURE IS SICKENING
THE RAPE OF A MOTHER IS THE LOVE THAT I NEED!
BLEEDING DOWN.1-2-3-4!!!
Torrid's head was turned up to the sky; her hands were extended out at both sides. Her eyes were what really set everybody off, they were covered by contacts, her make up was black, gothic and her hair was braided down her back in her trademark braid. her face contorted into a blank stare; she looked like a sacrificial lamb. She landed on the edge of cage crouched in tiger position, the black lights came back on. The crowed was in awe, her skin a crimson mess as she had been doused in blood the ultra violet making her skin glow.
"What the hell, J.R., look at that." King screamed.
"It seems as if our newest Diva, Torrid the Slayer she calls herself, has been lowered down onto the cage." J.R. reported. "She wrestled for the Intercontinental Title earlier against RVD, she came within an eyelash of winning that match in my estimation."
"That's right, J.R.," King exclaimed. "What the hell is that on her skin?"
"Looks like she's been in a blood bath." J.R. screamed. "The Undertaker has been talking about a sacrificial lamb, about a sheep being sacrificed tonight but this, this is just morbid."
"Well then no doubt the blood was The Undertaker's doing."
She again looked down in fear as she was lowered down inside of the cage. She looked up at the Undertaker in fear; she knew what he wanted to her.
"Taker, let her go. You let her go damn it." J. R. yelled.
"He's got her around the throat," King screeched. "He'll kill her."
"She's a woman. She's a woman."
"Yeah but he hasn't been right since McMahon challenged him." King reported.
Torrid looked up into his eyes, terror wracked her body as The Undertaker hoisted her in air as if to choke slam her, as soon as she was above his head, she extended her body outward, stiff as a board, her spiked boots catching Batista right in the chest. He went down with an audible thud. Undertaker then proceeded to turn around and her boot caught Flair in the temple as well. Using her body as a weapon, The Undertaker had managed to take out both of their opponents. He placed her on the ground she cowered in a corner in fear. Kane and the Undertaker inflicted a few more painful maneuvers on their adversaries, pinning them and winning the tag belts before turning on her. Kane picked up off the ground by her throat. She struggled trying to free herself from his massive hand. He was choking the life out of her; Torrid knew for this stunt, for intruding in affairs that weren't her own, he was going to kill her.
"Let her go damn it. The Undertaker and his brother Kane are sadistic." J.R. spat.
Kane's face got closer to Torrid's, close enough as if she was going to kiss her, and then he began to grin.
The Undertaker grabbed the nearest microphone and began speaking in tongues.
"There will be a sacrifice tonight," his voice rasped through the arena, he swung his head over to Kane who still had a quivering Torrid by the throat. "A lamb must be surrendered to the dark gods."
He took Torrid's near limp body and held it above his head, still chanting the ancient Latin spell, he brought her down to eye level and looked in her eyes into her fear stricken eyes.
"The terror that young woman must be feeling." J.R. observed.
"You're not kidding."
He gently traced her cheekbone with his finger, leaving a blood residue on his finger. He sucked his finger and grinned. Torrid's eyes grew even wider.
"This is sick. He is toying with that little girl."
Suddenly his music started, the music of her savior.
STAND BACK! THERE'S A HURRICANE COMIN' THRU!
"Well at least there's one man back there who has a conscience,"
"Yeah but I don't like the weather report for little Hurricane Helms here."
Torrid watched in fear as the Hurricane approached. She appreciated his bravery and willingness to help her. But she feared that she endangered him as well. As soon as the Hurricane walked into the cage, Kane intercepted him. The Undertaker dropped Torrid in search of fresh meat. As soon as she was out of his menacing grasp she leaped to her feet.
"Looks as if Torrid is going to help the Hurricane in this battle."
Torrid managed to separate the three men. She helped the Hurricane to his feet; looking him square in the eye she nodded her appreciation. She turned her back to him to face her enemies. She fumed at them, that they dared put their hands on The Slayer in such a manner. She unbuckled her cloak and let it fall to the mat. She stepped out so that her feet wouldn't get caught should she have to move quickly. The crowd went wild as they looked at her outfit. Her skintight tank top and black leggings finished with knee high spike-heeled boots. She looked the Undertaker in the eye; he stared back. Torrid saw nothing as they made eye contact. Nothing but emptiness, like looking into a vacuum, he felt nothing. Her gaze traveled to Kane, he knew nothing but violence and destruction. Reasoning with these two would be impossible; they were not rational beings. They looked at her, and the strobe lights caught the evil glint in their eyes. She knew then, it was time to make her move. Her feet moving like a blur of air, she kicked him, catching him right in the jaw.
"What, what the hell?" J.R. sputtered. "Torrid, the Slayer, just super kicked the Hurricane!"
"Oh my gosh, what is going on here?" King asked.
"I don't have any idea."
Torrid turned around and looked coyly at the Undertaker as he nodded his obvious approval.
"Job well done little Slayer," he hissed into the mic, "Now Kane collect our lamb."
Kane hoisted the two hundred fifteen pound Hurricane over his shoulder as if he were a rag doll.
The Undertaker placed his hands around Torrid's bloody frame, "You are one of us now, Dark Angel. You all know that I am the Lord of Darkness, and may I introduce you to my lady."
Torrid took a bow, to her new king. The darkness was where she wanted to be, needed and yearned to be, and now she was here.
"I can't believe what we just saw here folks." J.R. said, "That's a human being, and where the hell do they plan on taking that kid?"
"I don't know J.R.," King said, "I thought Torrid was really in danger, for this to only be a set-up,"
"It makes Torrid about as sick as Undertaker and Kane."
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"Ewwww, get it off me, get it off me," Ray screamed wiping at her body feverishly.
"Calm down, darlin'," Mark tried to towel the blood off her. Trying not to laugh at his daughter.
"The hell happened to her?" Chris asked.
"The blood isn't what I am worried about. Get me out of this tight ass top." Ray laughed.
Mark shook his head as he pulled her top over her head. He looked down her back as he ran the wet towel to remove the blood.
"Her stunt, by the way, you did a good job out there darlin'."
"Thanks, you weren't so bad yourself." She said shaking her braid loose.
"Weren't you scared up there?" Marc, in full Bubba Ray Dudley gear, asked.
"Not really, it wasn't all that bad. It was kind of fun really. Ouch, dad." Ray winced. "Be careful."
"What happened here darlin'?" he ran his hand across the huge scar on her back.
"Nothing," she said quickly, "child hood scar."
"Now that's one hell of a childhood scar," he said, "So my next question is, why do I get the feeling that you are lying to me?" He asked sincerely.
The emotion in his voice shook her. She hadn't discussed that scar with anyone. Not even Corey.
"Come on Ray, what happened?"
Ray sat on the bench; her body shook with tears as she recalled the memories. She was just a baby but she remembers the pain, the pain that tore through her body when that huge blade struck her back.
"Boys, will you excuse us."
"Sure big man," Marc said leading the rest of the guys out of the room.
"Darlin'," Mark put his hands on Ray's shoulders, "What happened to you?"
"My father," she cried softly, "he, he."
Mark scooped her in his arms stoking her hair and back at once. "Calm down darlin', calm down, he's not here. He can't get to you."
"He killed my mother when I was just a baby. Chopped her into pieces, he tried to kill me but for some reason he wasn't successful." She cried, "I know I was a baby, but I still remember the pain when that knife sliced through my flesh."
"Oh my poor baby." Mark rocked her. "It's okay. You just let it all out."
She cried and she cried. She didn't even know that the worse was yet to come. She had no idea that while she was in the WWE, on national television entertaining the world over that her father stalked her, wanting to finish the job.
"Ready to get out of here?" Mark asked as she was reduced to nothing but dry heaves.
"Yeah. I'm ready."
"Hey I got an idea," Mark's eyes lit up. "Why don't you go get that wacky superhero of a best friend of yours and tell him I want to see him? And for once, go change in the girls' locker room."
Ray's lowered her eyes, her long lashes touching her delicate cheek, "I can do the hunting down of the Hurricane, but I cannot and I will not get dressed in that locker room. For heaven's sake, they might make me a, a,"
"A girl?"
"Yes, for heaven's sake."
Mark rolled his eyes, "Oh, well I can't have that! What would come of my little boy then? Wait a minute, you are a girl."
Ray rolled her eyes, "The hell you say!"
"Fine, Miss Ray," he said mockingly, "but if you must change in here, you must change over there, in isolation. Now go get cape boy."
"Okay." She shot out of the room.
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Shane was so impressed with the way Ray moved in the ring. That super kick he just took was as graceful as he's seen since the Heartbreak Kid. Speaking of, he was standing in first aid with him.
"Helluva a kick the new girl has, huh Shane?"
"Helluva a kick." Shane said holding his chin.
"Heel caught you in the face huh?"
"She looked good as hell in them things, even if they do hurt like a bitch."
Shawn laughed; he liked the new girl too. Even if she did get dressed in the guys' locker room, never really hung out with the other diva's and insisted on mixing up in the ring with men twice her size. But he could see in the eyes of this young kid as much as he liked her, Shane really liked her.
"You like her, don't you son?"
"Shane!" Ray called out, "Oh my God, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a little cut." He was appreciative of the distraction she caused, especially since she was running through the halls still half covered in blood in her bra. "I know this may seem a little weird honey, but where's your shirt?"
Ray looked down at herself before covering her chest with her slender arms. She was in such a rush after talking with Daddy Mark, that she had totally forgotten that she didn't have on a shirt.
"Dad was trying to help me get off the dried blood, he took my shirt off so he could get through a bit faster. But anyway, he wants to see you as soon as you're done here."
"No problem," Ray turned to go, "Hey Ray, did you get that tonight?"
Ray turned back around to face him, fear struck her like a bad piano chord, "Get what?"
"That huge scar on your back," he jogged up to her, turning her around so that he could touch it, "Jesus Ray, it's huge."
"It's a childhood scar." Ray stammered, "Look daddy needs to see you as soon as possible."
Shane watched as her slender figure ran off. Blood still dripped from the cut on his chin, but he didn't care. He shook his head slowly, he had to know where that scar came from, and sorry he wasn't buying the whole just a childhood scar story. Who would hurt her in such a way? And why? There's more to that than she's telling. And he intended to find out exactly what it was.
SHOUT!
HEAVY! I WANT IT HEAVY!
WELCOME TO MY WORLD ANYWAY YOU PICK YOU'RE WINDING DOWN AGAIN
"Ready Torrid?" the stage tech asked.
She looked up at him, "Yeah, let's do this."
The lights went out, her descent toward Earth began. It was time.
GATHER YOUR PATHETIC MASSES AND BRING 'EM TO ME
TO A WORLD DEVOID OF SANITY
TO ANOTHER TIME, TO ANOTHER PLACE
THEN THE VIOLENCE CREATES CALAMITY
RIP AWAY HER DISGUISE AND BROTHEL THE LIES THAT YA FIND
THE TRUTH IS SICKENING
WE DON'T NEED TO CHANGE IT REALLY
I KIND OF LIKE IT UGLY!!!!
She felt no fear whatsoever as the lowered her from the rafters of the building so that she could land on the cage. Ruby liquid was dripping off her black medieval attire. She looked down; The Undertaker was pissed by the distraction. But she didn't care. The crowd loved it.
THE RACE OF THE MOTHER CULTURE IS THICKENING!
THE RAPE OF THE MOTHER CULTURE IS NEARING!
THE FACE OF THE MOTHER CULTURE IS SICKENING
THE RAPE OF A MOTHER IS THE LOVE THAT I NEED!
BLEEDING DOWN.1-2-3-4!!!
Torrid's head was turned up to the sky; her hands were extended out at both sides. Her eyes were what really set everybody off, they were covered by contacts, her make up was black, gothic and her hair was braided down her back in her trademark braid. her face contorted into a blank stare; she looked like a sacrificial lamb. She landed on the edge of cage crouched in tiger position, the black lights came back on. The crowed was in awe, her skin a crimson mess as she had been doused in blood the ultra violet making her skin glow.
"What the hell, J.R., look at that." King screamed.
"It seems as if our newest Diva, Torrid the Slayer she calls herself, has been lowered down onto the cage." J.R. reported. "She wrestled for the Intercontinental Title earlier against RVD, she came within an eyelash of winning that match in my estimation."
"That's right, J.R.," King exclaimed. "What the hell is that on her skin?"
"Looks like she's been in a blood bath." J.R. screamed. "The Undertaker has been talking about a sacrificial lamb, about a sheep being sacrificed tonight but this, this is just morbid."
"Well then no doubt the blood was The Undertaker's doing."
She again looked down in fear as she was lowered down inside of the cage. She looked up at the Undertaker in fear; she knew what he wanted to her.
"Taker, let her go. You let her go damn it." J. R. yelled.
"He's got her around the throat," King screeched. "He'll kill her."
"She's a woman. She's a woman."
"Yeah but he hasn't been right since McMahon challenged him." King reported.
Torrid looked up into his eyes, terror wracked her body as The Undertaker hoisted her in air as if to choke slam her, as soon as she was above his head, she extended her body outward, stiff as a board, her spiked boots catching Batista right in the chest. He went down with an audible thud. Undertaker then proceeded to turn around and her boot caught Flair in the temple as well. Using her body as a weapon, The Undertaker had managed to take out both of their opponents. He placed her on the ground she cowered in a corner in fear. Kane and the Undertaker inflicted a few more painful maneuvers on their adversaries, pinning them and winning the tag belts before turning on her. Kane picked up off the ground by her throat. She struggled trying to free herself from his massive hand. He was choking the life out of her; Torrid knew for this stunt, for intruding in affairs that weren't her own, he was going to kill her.
"Let her go damn it. The Undertaker and his brother Kane are sadistic." J.R. spat.
Kane's face got closer to Torrid's, close enough as if she was going to kiss her, and then he began to grin.
The Undertaker grabbed the nearest microphone and began speaking in tongues.
"There will be a sacrifice tonight," his voice rasped through the arena, he swung his head over to Kane who still had a quivering Torrid by the throat. "A lamb must be surrendered to the dark gods."
He took Torrid's near limp body and held it above his head, still chanting the ancient Latin spell, he brought her down to eye level and looked in her eyes into her fear stricken eyes.
"The terror that young woman must be feeling." J.R. observed.
"You're not kidding."
He gently traced her cheekbone with his finger, leaving a blood residue on his finger. He sucked his finger and grinned. Torrid's eyes grew even wider.
"This is sick. He is toying with that little girl."
Suddenly his music started, the music of her savior.
STAND BACK! THERE'S A HURRICANE COMIN' THRU!
"Well at least there's one man back there who has a conscience,"
"Yeah but I don't like the weather report for little Hurricane Helms here."
Torrid watched in fear as the Hurricane approached. She appreciated his bravery and willingness to help her. But she feared that she endangered him as well. As soon as the Hurricane walked into the cage, Kane intercepted him. The Undertaker dropped Torrid in search of fresh meat. As soon as she was out of his menacing grasp she leaped to her feet.
"Looks as if Torrid is going to help the Hurricane in this battle."
Torrid managed to separate the three men. She helped the Hurricane to his feet; looking him square in the eye she nodded her appreciation. She turned her back to him to face her enemies. She fumed at them, that they dared put their hands on The Slayer in such a manner. She unbuckled her cloak and let it fall to the mat. She stepped out so that her feet wouldn't get caught should she have to move quickly. The crowd went wild as they looked at her outfit. Her skintight tank top and black leggings finished with knee high spike-heeled boots. She looked the Undertaker in the eye; he stared back. Torrid saw nothing as they made eye contact. Nothing but emptiness, like looking into a vacuum, he felt nothing. Her gaze traveled to Kane, he knew nothing but violence and destruction. Reasoning with these two would be impossible; they were not rational beings. They looked at her, and the strobe lights caught the evil glint in their eyes. She knew then, it was time to make her move. Her feet moving like a blur of air, she kicked him, catching him right in the jaw.
"What, what the hell?" J.R. sputtered. "Torrid, the Slayer, just super kicked the Hurricane!"
"Oh my gosh, what is going on here?" King asked.
"I don't have any idea."
Torrid turned around and looked coyly at the Undertaker as he nodded his obvious approval.
"Job well done little Slayer," he hissed into the mic, "Now Kane collect our lamb."
Kane hoisted the two hundred fifteen pound Hurricane over his shoulder as if he were a rag doll.
The Undertaker placed his hands around Torrid's bloody frame, "You are one of us now, Dark Angel. You all know that I am the Lord of Darkness, and may I introduce you to my lady."
Torrid took a bow, to her new king. The darkness was where she wanted to be, needed and yearned to be, and now she was here.
"I can't believe what we just saw here folks." J.R. said, "That's a human being, and where the hell do they plan on taking that kid?"
"I don't know J.R.," King said, "I thought Torrid was really in danger, for this to only be a set-up,"
"It makes Torrid about as sick as Undertaker and Kane."
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"Ewwww, get it off me, get it off me," Ray screamed wiping at her body feverishly.
"Calm down, darlin'," Mark tried to towel the blood off her. Trying not to laugh at his daughter.
"The hell happened to her?" Chris asked.
"The blood isn't what I am worried about. Get me out of this tight ass top." Ray laughed.
Mark shook his head as he pulled her top over her head. He looked down her back as he ran the wet towel to remove the blood.
"Her stunt, by the way, you did a good job out there darlin'."
"Thanks, you weren't so bad yourself." She said shaking her braid loose.
"Weren't you scared up there?" Marc, in full Bubba Ray Dudley gear, asked.
"Not really, it wasn't all that bad. It was kind of fun really. Ouch, dad." Ray winced. "Be careful."
"What happened here darlin'?" he ran his hand across the huge scar on her back.
"Nothing," she said quickly, "child hood scar."
"Now that's one hell of a childhood scar," he said, "So my next question is, why do I get the feeling that you are lying to me?" He asked sincerely.
The emotion in his voice shook her. She hadn't discussed that scar with anyone. Not even Corey.
"Come on Ray, what happened?"
Ray sat on the bench; her body shook with tears as she recalled the memories. She was just a baby but she remembers the pain, the pain that tore through her body when that huge blade struck her back.
"Boys, will you excuse us."
"Sure big man," Marc said leading the rest of the guys out of the room.
"Darlin'," Mark put his hands on Ray's shoulders, "What happened to you?"
"My father," she cried softly, "he, he."
Mark scooped her in his arms stoking her hair and back at once. "Calm down darlin', calm down, he's not here. He can't get to you."
"He killed my mother when I was just a baby. Chopped her into pieces, he tried to kill me but for some reason he wasn't successful." She cried, "I know I was a baby, but I still remember the pain when that knife sliced through my flesh."
"Oh my poor baby." Mark rocked her. "It's okay. You just let it all out."
She cried and she cried. She didn't even know that the worse was yet to come. She had no idea that while she was in the WWE, on national television entertaining the world over that her father stalked her, wanting to finish the job.
"Ready to get out of here?" Mark asked as she was reduced to nothing but dry heaves.
"Yeah. I'm ready."
"Hey I got an idea," Mark's eyes lit up. "Why don't you go get that wacky superhero of a best friend of yours and tell him I want to see him? And for once, go change in the girls' locker room."
Ray's lowered her eyes, her long lashes touching her delicate cheek, "I can do the hunting down of the Hurricane, but I cannot and I will not get dressed in that locker room. For heaven's sake, they might make me a, a,"
"A girl?"
"Yes, for heaven's sake."
Mark rolled his eyes, "Oh, well I can't have that! What would come of my little boy then? Wait a minute, you are a girl."
Ray rolled her eyes, "The hell you say!"
"Fine, Miss Ray," he said mockingly, "but if you must change in here, you must change over there, in isolation. Now go get cape boy."
"Okay." She shot out of the room.
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Shane was so impressed with the way Ray moved in the ring. That super kick he just took was as graceful as he's seen since the Heartbreak Kid. Speaking of, he was standing in first aid with him.
"Helluva a kick the new girl has, huh Shane?"
"Helluva a kick." Shane said holding his chin.
"Heel caught you in the face huh?"
"She looked good as hell in them things, even if they do hurt like a bitch."
Shawn laughed; he liked the new girl too. Even if she did get dressed in the guys' locker room, never really hung out with the other diva's and insisted on mixing up in the ring with men twice her size. But he could see in the eyes of this young kid as much as he liked her, Shane really liked her.
"You like her, don't you son?"
"Shane!" Ray called out, "Oh my God, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a little cut." He was appreciative of the distraction she caused, especially since she was running through the halls still half covered in blood in her bra. "I know this may seem a little weird honey, but where's your shirt?"
Ray looked down at herself before covering her chest with her slender arms. She was in such a rush after talking with Daddy Mark, that she had totally forgotten that she didn't have on a shirt.
"Dad was trying to help me get off the dried blood, he took my shirt off so he could get through a bit faster. But anyway, he wants to see you as soon as you're done here."
"No problem," Ray turned to go, "Hey Ray, did you get that tonight?"
Ray turned back around to face him, fear struck her like a bad piano chord, "Get what?"
"That huge scar on your back," he jogged up to her, turning her around so that he could touch it, "Jesus Ray, it's huge."
"It's a childhood scar." Ray stammered, "Look daddy needs to see you as soon as possible."
Shane watched as her slender figure ran off. Blood still dripped from the cut on his chin, but he didn't care. He shook his head slowly, he had to know where that scar came from, and sorry he wasn't buying the whole just a childhood scar story. Who would hurt her in such a way? And why? There's more to that than she's telling. And he intended to find out exactly what it was.