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 36: Consoling a Fellow Champion and Meeting the 'Real' Girl by Jurassicfatt
Allie's Pov, Omni Sports Tournament, Serving Tent (Bar), Late Evening/Early Night
"You really aren't going to tell me?" I ask the blue-haired makeup artist. Rebel shakes her head, sipping on some sort of clear drink.
"Uh-uh. I ain't saying a word. Ya'll going to have to ask C yourself." she exclaims. I huff.
"Can I ask you another question?"
"Does it involve my cousin?" she asks cheekily.
"No." She stares at me with her eyes narrowed. "Maybe… Okay fine, yes. Why do you call Rosemary C?" She takes another sip of her drink, smiling while not saying a word. "Come on, please?" She shakes her head.
"Maybe she'll tell you when you get back to the tent." I scrunch my nose, before putting a hand under my chin. "How're you feeling now?"
"A bit better, although it might be because of those spells. I have a bit more energy now that I'm eating." I've had about three of these wood pulp drinks. Not sure how good that is, but with the energy I lost in today's tournament, my body craves calories. I could really go for some coffee and a sweet treat like fruit or a really big pack of Swedish Fish. Since I can't have those, these drinks will have to do. Cal's been sitting with us, just commenting on how violent the whole ordeal was and how impressed he was with my skills.
"I was wondering where you learned some of those moves. This education facility's 'amateur wrestling' taught you all that?" he asks, before seemingly losing focus and looking at his drink again.
"Well, not all of it. I did learn many of those moves at gyms. Wrestling and boxing classes. Some of that I did on instinct. Combined it with some of the fighting Rosemary taught me, and here I am."
"Allie the Bunny Warrior!" Rebel says, before coming close and whisper shouting "Warrior, warrior." I laugh. I turn my head to the large sorcerer.
"Hey Cal, are you feeling alright?" I ask. The sorcerer is breathing deeply, still staring at his drink.
"Yeah Cal. You've been acting weird since Warlord Vivian touched ya back in the arena." He winces at the name, then puts his palm to his face.
"Of course!" he writes.
"What, what is it?" I ask.
"Since Warlord Vivian touched my chest, my body has been feeling… off. Certain 'reactions' are happening that are uncustomary for me." Rebel and I both look at each other, then back at him.
"What kind of reactions?" Rebel questions.
"Like my body has a craving for her." he writes simply. I raise both of my eyebrows and Rebel takes a swig of her drink, before speaking.
"Well, if you really feel that strong about Vivian-"
He slams a fist against the table, causing the other demons and Realmers to look at us. "I don't!"
"Okay! Okay! Sheesh." Rebel puts her hands in a non-threatening manner over her head.
"Well, what seems to be the issue? Is it just your body reacting that way to her?"
"I think she may have casted a spell on me." Rebel and I look at him, confused. "When she touched me, she was drawing patterns on my chest using her finger. Only I could see it, given how close she was to me. I believe it may have been her intention to make me feel this way."
"How do you feel?"
"Sick to my stomach. The longer I stay here, the sicker I become… and the more my body craves touch. More specifically, 'her' touch. My mind is plagued with images of her. Forced ones. Some of her in scanty clothing, others naked."
"I'm sorry Cal." I say, putting a hand to his arm. He nods.
"It is no one's fault but mine. I should have realized earlier what she was doing."
"Wait, so the great Warlord Vivian, sexy of the sexy according to some, felt the need to cast a spell on you to make you feel so sick you'd find her and, what, 'give in'?" Rebel questions.
"I believe so. In my current state, if I let myself go, there is no Warlord that could stop me from claiming her. I've been using a lulling spell to dwindle the feeling and this drink to calm my nerves. I will need to find a spell to counteract her magic… or one that will sedate me for the night."
"It'll be okay, Cal." I tell him, before looking at the clock. 9:30. "I better get back to my tent. Rosemary will be back soon."
"Here, I will accompany you." Cal writes. I hug Rebel, the woman telling me to 'Rest up and get talking with my cousin', before Cal and I walk out towards our quarters. On the way there, I hear voices. Sounds like two people in an argument. The noise is coming from a silver tent up ahead. I tell Cal to wait while I listen. Going closer, but not enough to activate the alarm, I hear two girls screaming.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I hear Allysin Kay's voice scream out loudly.
"Allysin, it wasn't my fault! She's a lot better than I expected." the second voice responds. Sounds like Chelsea.
"What are you saying? DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF? You are praising that stupid woman! You have been in five tournaments. FIVE! There is no reason you should have lost, especially when I had everything 'handled' with the judge!" Wait, what does she mean by handled? Did she just admit she was behind the cheating the whole time?
"I'm sorry." There's a small pause. "I-I didn't want to let you down. I underestimated her. I tried my best!"
"Your best? YOUR BEST? Your best would be winning, Chelsea! I'm doing my best, trying to make sure we get back at that son of bitch who wronged you. Do you know what will happen if we return to the kingdom with nothing to show for our efforts, hm? How our allies will react to our loss of prestige?"
"They'll… *sniff* they'll-" I can hear Chelsea's voice cracking, as if she's holding back tears.
"They'll pretend they don't know us. Move on. No longer sponsor our ambitions. Or better yet, they'll side with your dick of an ex and that two-timing whore, and tear our names down. We will have to move. Not that I wanted us to stay there anymore, considering everything we've had to deal with. I hate the way people mistreat you. And too many people arr starting to believe their lies. But we'll need to start over. With nothing! He'll take everything from us! Everything we worked so hard to achieve, gone in an instant. And this, this is all because you couldn't beat that stupid blonde bitch!" Hey now! A little uncalled for.
"Allysin, I'm sorry, I-"
"DON'T Chelsea. Just don't. I need time to think. I can't do that with you here. I… I think it's best if you leave. I-I need to be alone right now." I hear movement and walk back towards Cal. Chelsea opens up the curtain, wearing a simple gray t-shirt, blue sweat pants, and her boots from earlier. She walks a few feet away from the tent. She starts to pace back and forth, a limp in her step, unaware of our presence. She rips at her hair, clenching the long blonde locks in closed fists and yanking harshly. She kicks the ground before screaming out loud towards the sky. Her hands go down her head, covering her face. Her screams go quiet, and are replaced with the sound of sobbing. She sits on the ground, her knees up to her chest, letting the tears fall from her eyes. I look at Cal, who is rubbing his chin. Even though I just heard Allysin admit they were cheating, and I'm still in pain from what she did to me, it doesn't feel right for me to leave Chelsea like this. I turn around and slowly make my way over to her. Cal grabs my hand to stop me, but I reassure him. Chelsea cries into her hands, still unaware of me coming closer. When I'm about five feet from her, she stops. She removes her hands and looks up. I see the tears still running down her cheeks and her lip trembling in the light of a nearby lantern. The minute she sees me, she turns to the left, scooting herself away while still sitting on the ground.
"Chelsea-" She puts a hand up and I stop. I walk a bit closer and slowly sit next to her. Her hands are covering her eyes, and I can hear her sniffling. "Chelsea, I-" She turns to the left and scoots away again. I crawl towards her and tap her on the shoulder. "Please Ch-" She flinches.
"JEEZ, would you please just leave me alone?" she screams, her voice hoarse. She covers her eyes with her hands again. I come closer, sitting down next to her with my legs crossed. "*Deep sigh*, What do you want? Come to rub it in?" she mutters.
"I wanted to see if you were okay." She scoffs. "I'm serious." She shakes her head.
"No, you aren't. Nobody wants to know if I'm okay. No one but Allysin cares enough to check up on me, and I even let her down. I'm a failure." Chelsea states simply, in a somber tone of voice.
"No, you're not! You gave your all in those events. People were cheering for you. And, and you fought hard. I mean, I'm still feeling the after effects of your hits!" I argue. "Allysin should give you more credit. And you can count me in as someone who wants to check up on you." She makes a sound the back of her throat.
"Why? Why do you even care? You won the Tournament. Allysin's going to be paying for the Assassin's salary cut." She looks me dead in the eye, with her tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.
"I don't know. Maybe it's because you did a great job out there, and I hate to see you crying after putting in so much effort. You should be proud of yourself." Chelsea puts her face in her knees, sighing again.
"Proud. Yeah, because losing to a newcomer is a hell of thing to be proud of."
"Okay, yes, I beat you. But that doesn't take anything away from your abilities. You brought me to my limit today." She goes silent for a moment. She then slowly lifts her head from her knees, staring at the ground.
"You brought me to mine, too. I was trying to tell that to Allysin, but she wouldn't hear me out. I ruined our plans. And now I can't even get drunk for fucking up. I'll have to get Allysin to sneak me some."
"Do you need to drink?"
"It's better than dealing with what's up here." She taps a finger on her temple, before putting her head back in her knees. The sobs begin again.
"Hey, don't cry."
"Why shouldn't I?" she says in a broken voice.
"Because you're talented, and you can be pretty nice when you don't cheat. This is the first time I'm actually able to have a conversation with you. And, and you showed that you care about Allysin, since you feel so bad. And you didn't back out of Vivian putting you in the Tournament with me, showing you don't run from a challenge. That has to count for something. You'll be a hometown hero."
"Nobody back home is going to think I'm a hero."
"Why not?"
"Don't play dumb."
"Huh?"
"I'm not a fool, Allie. If you want to call me 'the Crazy Bride', just come out and say it."
"What? Crazy Bride? I don't know what you're talking about. Are you hated back in your hometown for some reason?" She looks at me, scanning my face for a few seconds.
"You really don't know the story, do you?" I shake my head. She sits up. "*Sigh* I have no idea why I'm telling you this. But since you're interested, and I have nothing better to do, what the hell. I… I was engaged to a grand Duke, just over a year back. Duke Alexander Vrendaag the 13th. He seemed like he was a real gentleman. A suave Realmer with a very impressive lineage. He made me happy, and I thought I did the same for him." She looks down, then continues. "He proposed after we dated for a few months. Allysin, who has been my friend for years, congratulated me and wanted to help with the ceremony. She has some connections, so she started to arrange it. Flowers, cauldrons, decorations. It was going to be pretty grandiose. Then, one of the royals who would be attending, Miranda, fucked up everything." I hear Chelsea spit the royal's name with such venom. "She slowly and carefully played both Allysin and I for fools. Said she wanted to be our friend, be there for us. Said she wanted to be my maid of honour. It was always going to be Allysin, but Miranda insisted on helping plan the wedding. All the while, she was seducing Alex behind my back, sleeping with him every chance she got. Supposedly, she belittled me whenever I wasn't around. She would tell him things like 'you can't let yourself go to waste with inferior blood. You deserve a true queen.'"
"What a horrible thing to say!" I cut in. She just nods.
"Yeah, you may think Allysin's a total bitch, but at least she doesn't try to hide who she is. Miranda's much worse. Allysin and I just couldn't see how rotten she was. The day of the wedding, she found Miranda and Alex 'together' in one of the catering areas. She was going to come tell me, but Miranda hit her in the back of the head and locked her in a room. Ceremony went as planned. Just as I was going to say 'I shall be yours for eternity', Alex cut me off. He said 'I apologize, dear Chelsea, but I have begun to realize that you could never satisfy me. To be married to you would be an insult to myself and my kingdom.' Allysin had broken out of the room and arrived just as he said that. He pulled the ring off my hand, and called Miranda over. I was so shocked I could barely breathe, let alone react to what happened next." Chelsea explains, pausing.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Miranda walked up the aisle and shoved me forcefully to the ground. Alex and her kissed, and left me there in my dress, crying like there was no tomorrow. I went berserk. I ripped through the curtains, punched a guest, threw chairs around, and started drinking. Allysin lunged at Miranda, ready to tear her to shreds, but Alex had his personal guard throw the both of us out of MY! OWN! DAMN! WEDDING! I thought he cared about me! All those times he said he was lucky to be with me… that he loved me… all a FUCKING LIE!" she yells, beginning to tear up again.
"I'm so sorry Chelsea. You don't have to tell me anymore." I tell her.
"It's a little late for me to stop now, don't you think?! *Sigh* It's okay, Chelsea. She's not Miranda." she tells herself, before continuing. "After the wedding, I started drinking more. Could barely stand. People started calling me 'the Crazy Bride'. Allysin was furious. She wanted them dead. She wanted to destroy Miranda for what she did. When Allysin sets her mind on something, don't get in her way. She finds a way to get it done. Must be that Warlord blood in her."
"I remember Vivian mentioning that to her in the tent."
"Yes. She is, but only part Warlord. Her father, the Warlord Memvris, had some central territory and had a human bride. That's why Vivian kept calling her 'half-breed'. She really hates it when people call her that." She pauses, then continues to speak. "After the wedding, I was a mess. Allysin was the only one who stood up for me. Everyone in the kingdom was like 'What did you expect? You're just a commoner.' But I'm more than that. I'm a person, and the way they talk about me is disgusting. They want to banish us from the kingdom, and steal all our assets. Allysin wanted to get back at them. She said 'I have a few friends that can help us. If we do the lighting ceremony at the Tournament, it'll give us the credibility we need to dismiss Miranda's attacks.' I've been in a few tournaments and events before, so I was able to get a spot here. Everything seemed to be going our way. But then, Vivian decides not to have a sedan escort us, which was something very prestigious to have where we come from. Allysin hates not getting her way. She fought with Vivian, and then Vivian gave the honour to you and the Assassin."
"I'm sorry that you guys went through that. I didn't know that was going to happen, or how important it was to you. But you have to admit, though, Allysin can be pretty mean?" I tell her. Chelsea nods.
"Like I said, Allysin can be a bitch. When your part Warlord, you pretty much have no friends. Warlords want nothing to do with you because of your 'tainted blood'. Realmers and demons are afraid you'll eat them or kill them. She grew up bullied, abandoned, and down trotted by everyone except family. That's why she's protective over those she cares about, and hates when things don't go her way. It's part of the reason they want to throw us out. Many people say she's too risky to keep around. I defended her against those claims, even though Alex didn't approve. I've been friends with Allysin for years. She's like a sister I've never had. She feels like no one gives a damn about her, even though I do." She pauses, then continues.
"Anyways, enough of that. She's like 'Okay, new plan. You beat Allie, win the tri-sports event and get us the prestige we need to bring down Miranda.' But instead, you won, and so now we don't know whether her friends will be willing to help anymore. She's been doing all the heavy lifting, all the hard work. Putting up with my bullshit. But I failed. Now I'm depressed, in pain, and I managed to piss off the only person that means anything to me anymore. I literally ruin everything." I can see the tears welling in her eyes as her voice breaks at the last sentence.
I pull Chelsea into a hug. She tries to push me off but I pull her tighter into the embrace. She begins to weep into my shoulder, then holds onto my arms. She cries her heart out. I rub her back in circles, just as Rosemary did for me. A few moments later, as the sobbing dies down, I let her go.
"Feel a bit better?" I ask. Chelsea sniffles, and nods her head.
"A *cough* a bit. Th-*clears throat*- Thanks." she mutters.
"No problem." I give her a smile. "I know we're not really friends, but I can tell you I've been there. I know what it's like to feel like everything in life isn't going your way. That you've let down the people you care about. People you've grown close to. Those who have been there for you, day in and day out, no matter how bleak things may seem." I smile at the ground, then look back at Chelsea.
"I've got to make it up to her some way. Somehow."
"I'm sure you'll think of something. You guys are friends, so you should know how to cheer her up." Chelsea nods to me.
"Yeah. Um, t-thanks again, Allie. Um, about earlier, when I kind of cheated and beat you up-" I wave my hand.
"I don't like cheaters." I pause, and she nods in understanding. "But we were both trying to win, no matter the cost. Water under the bridge. Don't cry anymore, okay? It won't do any good. Trust me." I get up and say good bye, walking back to my tent with Cal. He goes on his own, giving praise to me for my actions with Chelsea and questioning whether he'll get any sleep with the spell Vivian put on him. I offer him some support, before he tells me he'll get to work right away to remove it. I hope he does. Walking into the tent, I see a tray sitting on our table, with two ice waters and a plate of grapes. Rosemary is nowhere to be found. Suddenly, I hear water splashing from the sink in the bathroom.
"Rosemary?" The splashing stops, before she responds.
"Give me a second." I hear her fumbling around in the bathroom, before my eye catches something. A red tin. Opening it, the aroma of freshly ground coffee comes to my nose. Wow, it smells absolutely amazing!
"I see you saw the tin. The coffee is selling pretty quick, so I bought that in case the vendor ran out." Rosemary tells me.
"Oh, you didn't have t-" I start to say as I turn around, before stopping mid-sentence. Out of the bathroom comes Rosemary, like I've never seen her before. She's wearing a black t-shirt that brings out the heft of her breasts and shorts that barely reach mid-thigh. She is bare foot, her feet nestled against the carpeting. My eyes travel upward, moving on their own to take in her legs. You can see how toned they are, especially her calves. However, it's her face that really catches my attention.
Rosemary's face paint is completely gone, her creamy skin in full view. Her hair is in a messy bun, a few strands draped over her forehead. Her face has a rather round shape. Her eyes, once misty blue, are now a light brown. Somehow, they are still as mesmerizing as ever. Small thin dark brown eyebrows hover just above them. They seem to be more prominent, now. Moving down her face, I see her cheeks and slightly pointed nose, which look so different without that black and white paint covering them. Her lips are a simple pink color, her bottom lip larger and more luscious looking in the light of the tent. She wrings her hands and continues to stare at me, causing my heart to pound and my mouth to dry up. My mind is drawing blanks and it's difficult just to breathe as I stare back. She pushes a loose stand of hair behind her ear, before speaking again.
"Hey Bunny."
To be continued.