The story has elements of both Dark War storyline and DemonxBunny's Masters of the Multiverse, so all credit goes to both Impact Wrestling and DemonxBunny. I do not own the characters, only the OCs. The story is entirely fictional.
Characters may look and act different than they do in real life. This was done intentionally, and things will change over time in this story, so please be patient.
Rating: M, for violence, coarse language, and mature themes/events that will appear throughout this story. Remember, this is Femslash, so if that's not your thing, you may not like this story.
Pairings: Allie/Rosemary (DemonxBunny), others over time.
Aftermath of the Dark War Chapter 26: Omni Sports Opening, New Faces, and New Problems by Jurassicfatt
*Somewhere in the Undead Realm, Certrius' lab*
A huge green energy ball hits Cherry Bomb square in the chest, flinging her onto her back with a Thud. We see James Mitchell holding his right hand in front of him, green energy still pulsating off of it. Certrius throws a book towards one of the walls, the object bouncing off and hitting the ground. He snarls before turning to Mitchell.
"What a waste!" he screams, eyeing the smaller Warlord. Mitchell looks at him, a smirk on his face.
"Certrius, old friend, calm down-"
"CALM DOWN? After the heresy you just pulled?"
"Old friend, I would hardly call it heresy." Mitchell says with a dumbfounded look.
"YOU allowed a stranger. A random, irrelevant, stupid mortal to stop me from completing my task! And in so doing, you prevented me from retrieving the woman's location! How am I to control the Jewel if you-"
"I did not prevent anything. We learned more today than we have in months." Mitchell states simply, cutting Certrius off.
"How dare you interrupt me? This cretin," Certrius responds, walking up to Cherry Bomb's body and swiftly kicking her square in the jaw, the Smack sounding off the walls, "this pathetic piece of flesh did nothing but anger the woman! Had I been there-"
"We would not have the information I got for us. Like the fact that our rival is involved."
"Why are you constantly interrupting me? Do so again and I WILL-" Certrius starts to say, before pausing, the words finally registering. He straightens his back and stares at Mitchell. "… He was there?" he asks, his voice more controlled and his eyes focusing on Mitchell's face. Mitchell nods.
"He was."
Certrius takes a deep breath, his hands shaking in anger… or, quite possibly, in fear. "What did he say?"
"He was unhappy with Cherry 'entering this Realm without permission' and threatening 'cosmic order'. He was also unhappy with her decision to harm the girl, and attempted to punish her. I can't blame him. Even I was against that action. However, before I left with Cherry, he told me that I do not realize the 'havoc I bring' and that he will 'have my head' for this." Mitchell explains. Certrius makes a sound in his throat.
"He will have nothing! He has no power. Certainly not here, in the Undead Realm! His time will come, mark my words." Certrius speaks, the anger evident in his tone of voice. He grabs the Jewel from the table, putting it back into his robes. "What else have you uncovered?"
"I know where she is." Mitchell responds, his smirk widening as he begins to laugh.
"Finally! Now we can retrieve the girl-"
"Not yet." Mitchell asserts, suddenly going serious.
"What? WHY?" Certrius bellows, his brow furrowing in confusion. Mitchell brings a hand to Certrius' arm, patting it for a second before pointing to Cherry.
"Because of her actions. Because of what she has done, they will be on guard. More specifically, the assassin. Not to mention the fact that the location they are in is heavily fortified. We can't afford to make any mistakes. We need to wait for just the right moment. And then Poof! She'll be in our grasp." Mitchell explains, tightening his grip on his cane.
"Hm. You and your perfect timing." Certrius mumbles sarcastically. "Fine, advocate. We will do things 'your way'. But mark my words, the minute we get that Jewel, the Sepulcher becomes our top priority." Certrius tells him, pointing his index finger to the smaller Warlord's face.
"Wouldn't have it any other way." Certrius nods before abruptly leaving the lab. As he departs, Havok and Su return. "Ah, great to see you two again. Come. Havok, my Kaiju Queen, can you please deal with this?" he asks, pointing to Cherry, still laying on the floor. Havok goes over to retrieve her, noticing the mark on her face from where Certrius kicked her. Grabbing her, Havok's eyebrows furrow, as she touches a hand to Cherry's pulse. Mitchell nods and mouths 'she's fine', then points with his head to the side. Havok carries Cherry, opening the casket filled with blood, while Su walks up to Mitchell.
"I'm sorry it didn't go your way, Master." Havok tells him in a somber tone. He smirks before laughing at her, causing both Havok and Su to stare. "What is so funny?"
"Oh, my dear Jessicka! Things have gone better than I ever dreamed!"
"What do you mean?" she asks, looking perplexed as she grabs Cherry's arm.
"*Laugh* All in due time. Certrius is not as superior as he believes himself to be. Has the maid of honour been informed, Su?"
Su nods. "Hahaha! Good. Now all we need is the right motivation to bring the girl to me." Mitchell claims, before laughing again.
Allie's Pov, Omni Sport Tournament, Mid-day
After being thoroughly patted down by one of the guards, Rosemary and I walk into the entrance of the Colosseum, the dull orange sand bristling against our boots. People and demons are everywhere, their conversations mixing together into a symphony of noise. The layout of the Colosseum is unique, actually quite similar to a hockey arena. The first three rows of seats, labelled 'the honourable section', sits to the right on the ground level, not too far from the center where the games will be held. The other seats wind around the entire complex, going all the way up to the rafters. The pamphlet says they can hold up to 50000 people, or beings. I'd say it's about three-quarters full. I see vendors walking up and down the aisles, selling drinks and snacks that look like deep fried bugs… Shifting my focus, we walk up to Mervin and Keeril, the two of them motioning for us to come closer.
"You are late." Mervin whispers as we approach, a fake smile painted on his face as he puts out his hand and grabs a black microphone.
"Thank your stupid entry guard for that." Rosemary remarks.
"Mervin, I told you not to make it so diff-" Keeril starts before being shushed.
"Demons, Realmers, and all charitable guests. Welcome to Omni Sports Tournament 62!" Mervin screams, the crowd erupting in a chorus of cheers and applause. "As you know, this event has been orchestrated for over six decades by a family of benevolent Warlords known as the Brokers. This year, it has been arranged by the honorable, ravishing, and absolute star-celebrity, Warlord Vivian the 16th!" The crowd cheers as ten demons, all dressed in silver breastplates and breaches, carry a large sedan chair towards the center of the arena. The sedan is completely gold, with an orange cover like a drape, and small ruby colored jewels on the top. They place it down, the occupant removing her cover and walking out. Or should I say slithering.
Off of the sedan comes a red-scaled Medusa looking woman. Her lower half resembles the back-end of a giant snake, the muscles of her tail shifting from side to side as she moves closer to Mervin. From the waist up, the woman wears a golden corset, tied together with black strings, her massive breasts almost busting from her top. Her pale-olive arms are adorned with bracelets, both gold and silver. Her hands are covered in blood, one of them holding a knife while the other is near her face. Her index finger is placed seductively in her mouth, her full purple lips sucking the blood off. Her eyes are covered by a black blindfold, probably to protect others from turning to stone. Her hair is a massive pile of shrieking snakes, their eyes and scales red. Some people look away, while other demons roar and scream in approval. I lean in closer to Rosemary's side, her familiar honey smell comforting me.
"I meant to ask you earlier about Mervin's Warlord comment. I never thought I'd be seeing Medusa in the flesh!" I whisper to her.
"Yeah, I know. She's a Gorgon. She's one of the few Warlords that's tolerant to Realmers, even sleeping with some of them. She's been voted sexiest Warlord for over six years." Rosemary tells me.
"Really? Even with the blood and the guts and-"
"Yeah. I mean, Allie, you do realize these are demons, right? They may be nice, or at least tolerant to Realmers, but they still differ from them. Those differences include their… kinks. Some of them get off on wings, others rotting flesh, and yes, some with blood." she tells me. Vivian grabs the mic from Mervin, before starting to speak.
"Hello my pretties." she says, her tone low and sultry, as she places her free hand on her hip. "Thank you all for coming. I look forward to seeing the games in plain sight. Just ensure you don't come too close. Tehehehe." Mervin snaps his fingers. Two soldiers momentarily bring a cup of wine for Vivian. She grabs the goblet and takes a sip, then hands the microphone back to him.
"This event will be one for the ages! We," he motions between himself and Vivian, "have ensured that all your needs are satisfied. The best food, drink, and entertainment in all of the Realm! Our vendors are certified and our security is top notch." He points to Keeril, who stands in front of a large group of soldiers holding spears. He yells a few phrases, the soldiers mimicking him before saluting to the sky four times. "We also have some special guests. Our assassin-on-guard, the Hive's own Rosemary, and her lovely companion, Allie!" he finishes, clapping, the crowd following along shortly after.
Oh shit! What? I wasn't expecting this. I mean, I had a feeling Rosemary would have to come up and maybe make a statement, but me too? Walking side by side, Rosemary and I go up to Mervin and Vivian, who is now seated back on her sedan, the cover now removed. The Warlord's head is pointed firmly in our direction. She motions her hand for us to come closer. Rosemary and I bow politely. Vivian begins sniffing suddenly, her head shifting between the two of us.
"You two seem different, especially her." She points in my direction. "Your scent is peculiar. Unorthodox, even. Unlike any Realmer I've ever encountered." She calls to Mervin, the man bending over as she whispers something to him. He straightens up and speaks into the microphone.
"And now, it is time to light the effigy!" he yells, four workers swiftly bringing in a large covered object from the entrance. The workers are accompanied by two women. The first woman is around 5 ft.8, with beautiful blue eyes and pale white skin, contrasted by her dark red lipstick. She has a set of tattoos on her right arm, a large Frieda Kahlo one right underneath her shoulder. Most of her hair is light brown. One section of it, to the right-side of her head, is colored white, making it resemble a skunk tail. She is wearing a black leather top with a boob window. The top is short enough to show off her midriff, and she has matching leather shorts and black shin length high-heeled boots. Covering her neck and shoulders is a large wreath-like scarf, made completely of peacock feathers. Her hands are covered with fingerless black gloves, her black painted nails on display. The pinky of her right hand is pointed up as a smirk paints her face.
The second woman, stumbling tipsily beside the other, is about 5 ft.7 and looks quite freaky. She has brown eyes and blond hair, messy and full of knots. Her makeup is all smudged, her mascara running down her cheeks, and her berry red lipstick smeared over every inch of her mouth and chin. She has a silver tiara with blue gemstones on her forehead, slightly tilted to the left. She wears a white wedding dress with a ruffled design. Two white straps go over her shoulders and hold her dress in place. The garment covers her chest, but leaves a good amount open from neck to cleavage. Her midriff is also showing. The skirt-like gown wraps around her hips, going all the way down to the ground. It is cut in such a way that it prominently shows off her left leg. She has no shoes, walking barefoot on the orange sandy terrain. She holds a green champagne bottle in hand and has a dazed look in her eye.
The workers remove the cover from the object, revealing a straw effigy of a large-horned beast head, yellow with blue eyes and sharp-teeth. "As always, the effigy of the mighty Huliak, who attacked the first Omni Sports event, must be lighted for the opening ceremony." Mervin explains. The woman with her raised pinky bows in Vivian's direction, before nudging her friend to do the same. As a torch is brought to light the effigy, the two step up. "Duchess Van Ness and Ms. Allysin Kay, would you please claim the torch and-"
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?" the blond woman screams, startling all of us. The newly named Allysin looks at Mervin in shock.
"Duchess Van Ness. It is your title-"
"FORMER TITLE! AFTER THAT BASTARD, AFTER HE, *sobbing*" she screams some more, then puts her face in her hands and begins to cry. Allysin walks right up to Mervin's face, and smacks him. Slap!
"You stupid fool! Do you see that horrible king anywhere, hm? No, because he is a disgrace who left my friend at the altar!" Allysin scolds him, the other woman crying more and taking a big swig of her champagne. "Oh, Chelsea it's going to be okay." She walks up to the newly named Chelsea, who grabs her and continues to sob. Allysin looks pretty shocked, but lets her cry for a few seconds before slowly escaping her grasp. Allysin looks at Chelsea, the forefingers and thumbs of her hands together. "Remember Chelsea: focus. Can you do that for me?" Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, 'Chelsea' nods and copies her friend.
"Excuse me Ms. Allysin Kay, I beg your-" Mervin starts, but Allysin raises her hand to silence him. She turns around and points to his face.
"You shut it! You already upset my friend. However, I have another problem with this ceremony. Why was she carried here?" she says, pointing in Vivian's direction, the Gorgon sporting a bored expression on her face. "We were promised a sedan of our own, made of the finest cloth, gold, and gems. And yet, we were forced to WALK on our own two feet like a couple of underlings! Meanwhile, she comes out on a freaking high-note and you introduce the boring assassin and her stupid sidekick?!" she emphasizes. Hey! What did I ever do to you? Mervin opens his mouth to speak, but she shushes him and continues. "This was not the agreement. I want an explanation."
"Ms. Allysin, Vivian the 16th is a most gracious hostess. She wishes the best for all competitors, especially honourables. But, you see, we were unable to procure another sedan in time fo-"
"That is not what we were told! Your 'hostess' is clearly mistaken. Too much of an attention whore to care about her mistake." The minute the words leave her lips, Vivian rises from her seat, swiftly slithering and coming face-to-face with Allysin.
"Be mindful of your words, half-breed. They may be your last." she speaks with relative composure, but her lip twitch and clenched jaw say otherwise. She turns to Mervin. "Advisor?"
"Yes?"
"As of this moment, Ms. Allysin and the 'Duchess' will no longer be given the torch for the lighting ceremony. Instead," she starts, then lifts her left hand and points it at me, "Ms. Allie and the Assassin will be given the honour."
"What? You can't do that!" Allysin quickly refutes. Vivian turns towards her.
"I just did." she states, slithering back to her seat. Mervin brings the two of us towards the effigy. The soldiers hold the torch, large drums being pounded on in the background.
"She looks like Miranda! The whore who stole my husband from me!" Chelsea says, taking another swig. Allysin stares at the two of us, her eyes narrowed, and hands clenched in fury. Turning from them, I take a deep breath. I didn't mean to upset them. I don't understand why they had to be so mean to everyone. Rosemary looks at me.
"Hey Bunny, don't worry about them too much. We probably won't see them again after today. You've been given a pretty big honour. So, let's light this thing on fire, shall we?" Rosemary tells me. Walking up to the effigy, we grab either side of the torch, our fingers touching briefly and bringing that familiar electrical tingling to my body. The fire quickly spreads, engulfing the straw head. I back up as the flames grow in size, embers flying off of it. The crowd cheers and roars.
"Let the Tournament begin!" Mervin proclaims, causing more cheers to ring out from the spectators. We give the torch back to the soldiers and turn around. Allysin and Chelsea are still staring at us. Well, Allysin is. Chelsea is downing more of her champagne. Allysin points over to me.
"This isn't over, Bunny!" she screams mockingly, before turning on her heels and walking away. Chelsea tipsily follows her, nearly losing her footing. Rosemary nudges me, causing me to look at her.
"Come on. We better go find our seats before someone swipes them from us." she says, as demons and Realmers begin shuffling into the arena with musical equipment. I see Vivian has been moved to her 'honourable' section, her blindfold gone and a magical see-through barrier blocking her from the others. In minutes, the musicians play gothic style music as dancers perform for everyone in attendance.
Author's Note: Hey everyone. But of a shorter chapter this time around. Wow, what a crowd! Allie finally gets to meet Warlord Vivian the 16th, a real live Medusa. And we get the introductions of Allysin Kay and Chelsea Green, who were not at all pleased with Mervin's mistake. Will we see more of these two, you think? If you enjoyed this, feel free to leave a review. It's always appreciated. More updates coming, so stay tuned!