The Spider and the Fly Part 1

[Amanda Nathan]

The darkest recesses of the EVPW arena. The home of monsters, villians, sociopaths, and rapist, but also the home of some of the more extreme mental tacticians wrestling has ever known. A dark haired beauty wanders these hallowed grounds, her emerald gems beaming with twisted delight at coming back to these halls means to her and the dark future that awaits. She continues to walk before finding a poster that has been recently added, one that has only one person on it. A certain light haired beauty with a swan like neck and a floral tattoo that runs down the length of it. She reaches out to it with a devilish smile as her fingers brush over the mirror image of Bella Morte.

"O' don't worry poppet... We'll meet soon enough... And I'll get you my pretty... And your little dog too... HEE HEE HEE HEE!"

She tugs at her dark locks as she thinks about the wicked fun she is about to have. All the years leading up to this point and all the plotting, planning, and rituals that have led up to this point fresh in her memory.

"I don't know what everyone's problem was with me... I mean I'm a good girl..."

A psuedo-angelic smile curls her lips.

"I play with others..."

She continues to run her fingers over the plastic wrapped likeness of her target. The over-all thoughts in her head on whether her attention for this one person are evil or benign are her own secrets for now. She allows her angelic smile to fade into an animalistic snarl.

"But that's fine... 'ell's fire will takeover this dreery landscape soon enough... And we will see who 'as the last laugh... We will see who will be joyful and who will be damned... That little scrumpet 'aven may 'ave 'er own axe to burried into her skull and I 'ope that lovely jezebel that 'as 'er attention right now enjoys 'er game of cat and mouse... Right now cat and mouse is not what I want to play... I want to play spider and the fly..."

The snarl fades slightly as The Mistress of Macabre continues to fondle the poster.

"Won't you walk into my parlour said the spider to the fly... The way into my parlour... It's up the winding stairs... Those who walk into my parlour can ne'er come down again..."

Her hand explores as much as it can.

"Yes those who walk into my parlour... Can ne'er come down again..."

TBC: They know who

[Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey]

*SQUEAL* "I hope to see you around, Jerry..."

-The Shotgun Kid walked around corner, a digital voice recorder playing Bella's sweet words over and over as he prepared to charge down the entrance ramp and show Big Jim up once more. A long duffle bag was hanging from his arm casually. He looked up at Amanda with eyes wide underneath those damn sun glasses he always wore. He watched with a moment of remembrance, his heart jumping at the very sight of her with a smooth rhythm of love.-

"...Sarah..."

-The Redneck of Death came at the figure slowly, both hands raised like a zombie whilst his baggage dropped to the floor.-

"Sarah, baby?"

-He saw the poster of Bella Morte, dismissing his current affections for the chance at an old flame that was lost not long ago. His mind going back to that place with the name he couldn't remember for he hadn't been there in so long, his happy place.-

"Sa...Sarah?...no...NO...NOOOOOOOO!"

-The image became clear, this was not his loving song bird, Sarah Hawk. No, it was the vile Amanda Nathan, her hands violating the poster. He reached down for his duffle bag and quickly unzipped the top and held something that was long and firm. His eyes shivered underneath his glasses, the nose scrunching up to give Amanda heed that she was about to be ravaged by a mad beast.-

"What are you doing to her image?!...you leave her out of this, or I'll put a hole in your chest...Father be damned..."

['The Franchise' SM Raye]

Amanda turns to Jared and looks at the object in his hands. She rolls her eyes and giggles like a school girl. The Mistress of Macabre runs her fingers through her hair. Those bright green eyes burning bright as she stares into the darkest recesses of his soul. She lets out a loud, haunting laugh. She slowly approaches Jerry while singing like a siren of old.

"Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Oh oh Death... Oh oh Death... Won't you spare me over another year? Oh what is this that I can't see with ice cold 'ands taking 'old of me? Oh oh Death... Oh oh Death... Oh oh Death... When God is gone and The Devil takes 'old who'll 'ave mercy on your soul? OH death... Oh oh Death... No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold... Nothing satisfies me, but your soul... Oh oh Death... Oh oh Death.. Oh oh Death... Well I am Death none can excell... I open the door to 'eaven or 'ell... Oh oh Death... Oh oh Death... Oh oh Death... My name is Death and then end is... 'ere..."

She stands before Nate with the fire-arm pushed snug against her naval. She looks at the seemingly lost Redneck Death. Those emerald gem staring deep into his eyes.

"Do you really think I am scared of that little toy of your's Jerry? God poppet... I thought you knew me better than that. You know where I been Jerry? There is nothing you can do to me that'll compare to that..."

She runs her fingers over the cold metal. She sings a line or two from another song with a twisted smirk growing on her face.

"Careful what you do... Cuz God is watching your every move..."

With each word her fingers creep higher and higher up the barrel until it is pointing toward the ground.

"Look into my eyes Jerry... Do you really wish me 'arm?"