Post by Kasey Winterborn on Dec 16, 2020 6:50:05 GMT -5
Last week
Tampa, Florida
“Ugh, I forgot how much of a drill sergeant you are in the ring,” Kasey Winterborn complained loudly, staring up at the ceiling from where she lay on her back in the middle of the ring. Her whole body felt like it was going up in flames, the soreness taking deep root in her muscles as she struggled to catch her breath.
Standing overtop of her with his hands on his hips and an amused smirk on his face, Nolan Rowe shook his head, sending droplets of sweat flying from his hair down to the mat. “Hey, if I had been in your corner back at Hell on Earth, you’d probably be standing here as the Grand Champion.” He chuckled slightly. “Well, lying there, anyways.”
She narrowed her dark eyes at him, and before he had time to react, she had swung her legs around and swept his own out from underneath him, sending him crashing to the mat beside her. In a flash, she had him flipped onto his stomach, his legs were pretzeled in between her own, and she arched her back and locked her fingers across his face. After a few moments of flailing around trying to withstand the punishment being inflicted on him, he gave up and slapped the mat repeatedly. She released him and rose to her feet with her own confident smirk gracing her face, mirroring his stance with her hands on her hips. “Done being a smartass now?” she teased.
“Alright, alright, point made,” he grumbled, rubbing his lower back as he rolled over and sat up. “Damn, forgot how much that submission of yours sucked.”
She reached her hand down to help him up, and he took it appreciatively and climbed to his feet. They both walked to the edge of the ring and sat down, their feet dangling over the edge as they rested their arms across the bottom rope. Nolan took a long pull from his water bottle, pouring some of it over his sandy brown hair. “So, you ready to do this thing? You’ve been training like a maniac since you got the all-clear from the doc about your elbow, even before you announced your return to Project Honor.”
She chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully while toying with the end of her fiery red ponytail draped across her shoulder. “I am. I think your little pep talk a few weeks back really helped get my head straight and realize that I am nowhere near finished with my career just yet.”
He gave her a boyish grin and lightly punched her shoulder. “That’s the spirit, Cricket!” he said enthusiastically. “So, who’s the unlucky fool they put in front of Little Miss Vex at this next pay per view?”
She gave him a sly smirk, the corner of her mouth quirking up. “Tell me something...you ever dance with the Devil in the pale moonlight?”
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She listened to the steady tapping of rain as it lashed against the roof of the cab, almost lulling her into a quick nap. She watched as the vehicle rolled through the streets, nearly devoid of any other signs of life save for the occasional figure stumbling out from a seedy bar.
The cab rolled to a smooth stop at the side of the street, the bloodshot eyes of its driver assessing his passenger in the backseat. “Here we are, sweetheart,” his smarmy tone sending chills down her spine, though she kept a neutral gaze as she handed over two twenties and swiftly exited the vehicle.
She broke into a light jog the moment her feet touched the pavement, only offering a quick glance to the building in front of her. It was a large Gothic-style cathedral, its twin spires almost appearing like daggers piercing the dark starless skies above. She hurried to the large wooden doors and carefully pushed them open to step inside.
She brushed her hands along the front of her belted black coat, shedding droplets of water onto the floor before her hands reached up to lower the hood obscuring her face from view. A shock of brilliant red hair pulled back into a smooth French twist at the nape of her neck, and it was immediately clear who the subject of the video was.
Kasey Winterborn gazed around in wonder at the stunning architecture on display as she began to slowly make her way towards the front of the cathedral. Massive stained glass windows dominated most of the wall space, almost seeming to glow with an otherworldly light. Her brown eyes were transfixed as they moved from one window to the next...though something seemed off about the whole scene. It was a vibe, a feeling...something crawling down her spine, or the feeling of eyes watching her every move. She pushed them deep down inside her as the click of her low black heels echoed up to the vaulted ceiling high above her.
She came to the front of the cathedral, and stopped a few feet away from the raised dais. Her eyes traveled up, and the camera followed them...revealing a massive statue of Satan dominating over the space. Of course, it was a more stereotypical version of the Biblical entity, horns sprouting from its forehead and massive wings emerging from its back while it smiled cruelly down on Kasey. She simply stared up at it for a few quiet moments, the faint sound of rain falling on the roof adding an eerie atmosphere to the scene.
Finally, the flame haired woman tore her gaze from the imposing statue in front of her to turn her attention to the camera shadowing her every move. Even in the dim light of the cathedral, her dark brown eyes sparkled with something mischievous, despite the rest of her face carefully arranged in a neutral expression. “First, it was vampires. Now, the spawn of the Devil himself. Perhaps I should change my last name to Winchester?” She allowed a small amused grin to grace her lips. “Lucy Sixx, a woman who claims to be the daughter of Satan, sent to do his bidding within the world of professional wrestling. Come to reap the souls of the damned to send to her father. It’s a cute little gimmick, I’ll give you that. But I’ll tell you right now, if you think you’re gonna get anything out of me, you’re out of luck sister. Sold my soul for a burrito back in ninth grade. No regrets, either. That was one damn good burrito.”
The stoic façade slipped slightly, as her face cracked into a wide grin and a slight giggle passed her lips. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” She rearranged her features back into an unreadable expression. “As I said, if you truly think you are going to win our match, and therefore my eternal soul, then I’m afraid you are sadly mistaken. For you see, I do not plan on…” She trailed off, growing agitated as she shifted from one foot to the other in clear discomfort. Finally, she shook her head and threw her hands up. “Nah, I can’t do this. This isn’t me. If I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna do it my way.”
With a snap of her fingers, the scene around her transformed from the dreary Gothic cathedral into the sunny boardwalk of Tampa that she called home. In a flash, she pulled the pin from her hair, sending bright red curls tumbling down her back which she mussed up to give her signature tousled look. She shed the long black coat to reveal a pair of distressed denim jeans and a cropped baggy black tank top layered over a neon orange sports bra. Instantly, the relief was palpable as Kasey took a deep breath and let it out with a large smile gracing her face. She focused back in on the camera, sliding her hands into her pockets.
“Sorry about all that. Thought I would try something a little different this go-round, see if I couldn’t get the creative juices flowing for my triumphant return. But I realized something with that little experiment. It’s really important to stay true to yourself. That whole thing you just saw?” She shook her head ruefully. “Definitely not what I’m about. And by no means am I saying that Lucy isn’t being true to herself. I mean hey, if you’re vibing with that whole ‘daughter of Lucifer’ thing you’ve got going on, then highest of fives to you girl. Slay, queen! You do you, boo. Et cetera, et cetera. But just know that it ain’t gonna do you any good once you step between the ropes with me.”
She wandered down the boardwalk for a short ways, watching as the sun began its descent in the sky. The atmosphere was awash with hues of pink, purple and orange, and Kasey stopped for a moment to take in the beauty of it all before she sat on a low stone wall bordering the walkway. “Let me back up for a moment, on the off chance you don’t really know who I am. I’m the girl that went three-and-oh back in the beginning days of Project Honor. I was the first female signed to the company. Maybe you saw my face gracing that gorgeous Hell on Earth poster? Yeah, that was me in that triple threat dance for the Grand Championship. Came within a hair’s breadth of becoming the inaugural champion. And then...well, let’s just say that fate’s got a really messed-up sense of humour.” She laughed bitterly. “Busted my elbow in that match. Put me on the shelf for lo these past few months.” A devious little smirk crossed her face as she planted her palms on either side of her legs and leaned forward slightly, her face filling the screen. “But I’m back baby, and I’m ready to make up for all this lost time. Ready to get back into the driver’s seat and set my GPS straight on the road to championship gold. Now, in my time away, I can clearly see that the playing field here in Project Honor has grown by leaps and bounds, and I have no illusions that my road isn’t going to be full of obstacles and roadblocks. And that’s just fine and dandy with me. Because I want to know that I stepped into the ring with the crème de la crème of the wrestling world. I want to know that I stood toe to toe with the best of the best...and walked away with my hand raised in victory. And that journey back begins on Sunday night.”
She slid off the wall and planted her feet back onto the boardwalk, adopting a power stance with her feet spread apart and her hands firmly on her hips, the happy-go-lucky demeanor replaced for this moment by a laser-focused intensity that radiated confidence. “Lucy, I know that you’re gonna give me one hell of a match for my return, and I really believe that you and I could put on the show-stealing match of the night. But when it’s all said and done and that final bell rings, there’s only going to be one of us standing tall in the middle of that ring, having our hand held aloft by the referee. And baby, you’re looking at her.”
With a cocky, confident smirk on her face, Kasey gave a little wink to the camera and walked out of frame, as the scene focused on the setting sun over the waters of the bay before gradually going out of focus and fading away to black.
Tampa, Florida
“Ugh, I forgot how much of a drill sergeant you are in the ring,” Kasey Winterborn complained loudly, staring up at the ceiling from where she lay on her back in the middle of the ring. Her whole body felt like it was going up in flames, the soreness taking deep root in her muscles as she struggled to catch her breath.
Standing overtop of her with his hands on his hips and an amused smirk on his face, Nolan Rowe shook his head, sending droplets of sweat flying from his hair down to the mat. “Hey, if I had been in your corner back at Hell on Earth, you’d probably be standing here as the Grand Champion.” He chuckled slightly. “Well, lying there, anyways.”
She narrowed her dark eyes at him, and before he had time to react, she had swung her legs around and swept his own out from underneath him, sending him crashing to the mat beside her. In a flash, she had him flipped onto his stomach, his legs were pretzeled in between her own, and she arched her back and locked her fingers across his face. After a few moments of flailing around trying to withstand the punishment being inflicted on him, he gave up and slapped the mat repeatedly. She released him and rose to her feet with her own confident smirk gracing her face, mirroring his stance with her hands on her hips. “Done being a smartass now?” she teased.
“Alright, alright, point made,” he grumbled, rubbing his lower back as he rolled over and sat up. “Damn, forgot how much that submission of yours sucked.”
She reached her hand down to help him up, and he took it appreciatively and climbed to his feet. They both walked to the edge of the ring and sat down, their feet dangling over the edge as they rested their arms across the bottom rope. Nolan took a long pull from his water bottle, pouring some of it over his sandy brown hair. “So, you ready to do this thing? You’ve been training like a maniac since you got the all-clear from the doc about your elbow, even before you announced your return to Project Honor.”
She chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully while toying with the end of her fiery red ponytail draped across her shoulder. “I am. I think your little pep talk a few weeks back really helped get my head straight and realize that I am nowhere near finished with my career just yet.”
He gave her a boyish grin and lightly punched her shoulder. “That’s the spirit, Cricket!” he said enthusiastically. “So, who’s the unlucky fool they put in front of Little Miss Vex at this next pay per view?”
She gave him a sly smirk, the corner of her mouth quirking up. “Tell me something...you ever dance with the Devil in the pale moonlight?”
————
“Knock, knock, knock on the gates of hell
Guess who’s back with another spell
Satan always gets his way
But I don’t play the Devil’s game…”
She listened to the steady tapping of rain as it lashed against the roof of the cab, almost lulling her into a quick nap. She watched as the vehicle rolled through the streets, nearly devoid of any other signs of life save for the occasional figure stumbling out from a seedy bar.
The cab rolled to a smooth stop at the side of the street, the bloodshot eyes of its driver assessing his passenger in the backseat. “Here we are, sweetheart,” his smarmy tone sending chills down her spine, though she kept a neutral gaze as she handed over two twenties and swiftly exited the vehicle.
She broke into a light jog the moment her feet touched the pavement, only offering a quick glance to the building in front of her. It was a large Gothic-style cathedral, its twin spires almost appearing like daggers piercing the dark starless skies above. She hurried to the large wooden doors and carefully pushed them open to step inside.
She brushed her hands along the front of her belted black coat, shedding droplets of water onto the floor before her hands reached up to lower the hood obscuring her face from view. A shock of brilliant red hair pulled back into a smooth French twist at the nape of her neck, and it was immediately clear who the subject of the video was.
Kasey Winterborn gazed around in wonder at the stunning architecture on display as she began to slowly make her way towards the front of the cathedral. Massive stained glass windows dominated most of the wall space, almost seeming to glow with an otherworldly light. Her brown eyes were transfixed as they moved from one window to the next...though something seemed off about the whole scene. It was a vibe, a feeling...something crawling down her spine, or the feeling of eyes watching her every move. She pushed them deep down inside her as the click of her low black heels echoed up to the vaulted ceiling high above her.
She came to the front of the cathedral, and stopped a few feet away from the raised dais. Her eyes traveled up, and the camera followed them...revealing a massive statue of Satan dominating over the space. Of course, it was a more stereotypical version of the Biblical entity, horns sprouting from its forehead and massive wings emerging from its back while it smiled cruelly down on Kasey. She simply stared up at it for a few quiet moments, the faint sound of rain falling on the roof adding an eerie atmosphere to the scene.
Finally, the flame haired woman tore her gaze from the imposing statue in front of her to turn her attention to the camera shadowing her every move. Even in the dim light of the cathedral, her dark brown eyes sparkled with something mischievous, despite the rest of her face carefully arranged in a neutral expression. “First, it was vampires. Now, the spawn of the Devil himself. Perhaps I should change my last name to Winchester?” She allowed a small amused grin to grace her lips. “Lucy Sixx, a woman who claims to be the daughter of Satan, sent to do his bidding within the world of professional wrestling. Come to reap the souls of the damned to send to her father. It’s a cute little gimmick, I’ll give you that. But I’ll tell you right now, if you think you’re gonna get anything out of me, you’re out of luck sister. Sold my soul for a burrito back in ninth grade. No regrets, either. That was one damn good burrito.”
The stoic façade slipped slightly, as her face cracked into a wide grin and a slight giggle passed her lips. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” She rearranged her features back into an unreadable expression. “As I said, if you truly think you are going to win our match, and therefore my eternal soul, then I’m afraid you are sadly mistaken. For you see, I do not plan on…” She trailed off, growing agitated as she shifted from one foot to the other in clear discomfort. Finally, she shook her head and threw her hands up. “Nah, I can’t do this. This isn’t me. If I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna do it my way.”
With a snap of her fingers, the scene around her transformed from the dreary Gothic cathedral into the sunny boardwalk of Tampa that she called home. In a flash, she pulled the pin from her hair, sending bright red curls tumbling down her back which she mussed up to give her signature tousled look. She shed the long black coat to reveal a pair of distressed denim jeans and a cropped baggy black tank top layered over a neon orange sports bra. Instantly, the relief was palpable as Kasey took a deep breath and let it out with a large smile gracing her face. She focused back in on the camera, sliding her hands into her pockets.
“Sorry about all that. Thought I would try something a little different this go-round, see if I couldn’t get the creative juices flowing for my triumphant return. But I realized something with that little experiment. It’s really important to stay true to yourself. That whole thing you just saw?” She shook her head ruefully. “Definitely not what I’m about. And by no means am I saying that Lucy isn’t being true to herself. I mean hey, if you’re vibing with that whole ‘daughter of Lucifer’ thing you’ve got going on, then highest of fives to you girl. Slay, queen! You do you, boo. Et cetera, et cetera. But just know that it ain’t gonna do you any good once you step between the ropes with me.”
She wandered down the boardwalk for a short ways, watching as the sun began its descent in the sky. The atmosphere was awash with hues of pink, purple and orange, and Kasey stopped for a moment to take in the beauty of it all before she sat on a low stone wall bordering the walkway. “Let me back up for a moment, on the off chance you don’t really know who I am. I’m the girl that went three-and-oh back in the beginning days of Project Honor. I was the first female signed to the company. Maybe you saw my face gracing that gorgeous Hell on Earth poster? Yeah, that was me in that triple threat dance for the Grand Championship. Came within a hair’s breadth of becoming the inaugural champion. And then...well, let’s just say that fate’s got a really messed-up sense of humour.” She laughed bitterly. “Busted my elbow in that match. Put me on the shelf for lo these past few months.” A devious little smirk crossed her face as she planted her palms on either side of her legs and leaned forward slightly, her face filling the screen. “But I’m back baby, and I’m ready to make up for all this lost time. Ready to get back into the driver’s seat and set my GPS straight on the road to championship gold. Now, in my time away, I can clearly see that the playing field here in Project Honor has grown by leaps and bounds, and I have no illusions that my road isn’t going to be full of obstacles and roadblocks. And that’s just fine and dandy with me. Because I want to know that I stepped into the ring with the crème de la crème of the wrestling world. I want to know that I stood toe to toe with the best of the best...and walked away with my hand raised in victory. And that journey back begins on Sunday night.”
She slid off the wall and planted her feet back onto the boardwalk, adopting a power stance with her feet spread apart and her hands firmly on her hips, the happy-go-lucky demeanor replaced for this moment by a laser-focused intensity that radiated confidence. “Lucy, I know that you’re gonna give me one hell of a match for my return, and I really believe that you and I could put on the show-stealing match of the night. But when it’s all said and done and that final bell rings, there’s only going to be one of us standing tall in the middle of that ring, having our hand held aloft by the referee. And baby, you’re looking at her.”
With a cocky, confident smirk on her face, Kasey gave a little wink to the camera and walked out of frame, as the scene focused on the setting sun over the waters of the bay before gradually going out of focus and fading away to black.
