Waking Nightmare

[Sublime]

The scene began in the EVPW locker room after hours, the day after the last decimation show. A cloudy layer of steam hung in the air like a screen of white silk whilst a symphony of rushing water played against ivory tile. Satisfied sighs trickled through a lax mouth as lipid streams etched tiny rivers across pale flesh. The warmth caressed sore muscles and washed away troublesome thoughts.

A contented smile swept across her china doll face as ponderings of Ethan Hawk romped through her head. The water nymph then ducked her noggin under the shower head and tilted her face up to allow the hot water to pool in her open mouth. Bella then pursed her lips and pushed the liquid from her trap like a fountain before she turned around to soak the back of her head. Her emerald orbs lolled shut and her mind meandered from her kiss with Ethan to the recent events surrounding Envy and Wolverina. She recalled the Covetous Cunt mentioning her name on multiple occasions. A part of the fair haired beauty knew that a conflict with the devious diva was inevitable, “after what she did to Wolfie in their match…. Oh god... I wouldn’t stand a chance…”
A chill scrambled up the minx’s spine, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and her arms crept across her naked chest protectively. Miss Morte’s face contorted anxiously and a red hot wave of fear washed over the expanse of her body. A voice spoke from within her mind, fear is for the weak. You are not weak and she hasn’t defeated you yet. Yes, she’s a monster, but you are justice… Kindness… Good will always prevail over evil.

A noise like the creaking of an opening door spontaneously assaulted her ear drums and the tattooed vixen’s stomach lurched. Her panicked brain immediately presumed the green monster from her nightmares had manifested due to her wandering thoughts. Bella was overcome with a terrible foreboding feeling and a sensation of desperation began bubbling in her belly. Miss Morte opened her eyes and scanned the room; a bare slate blinked back at her, not even the whisperings of another presence shimmered within the blankness of the steamy horizon.
“You’re being paranoid. There’s nobody there.”

Bella nodded thoughtfully, finding reassurance in the lonely echo of her voice. The tattooed beauty then whirled around, turning her back on the unnerving emptiness, and buried her face into the water again. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for the tepid embrace to relax her nerves. Bella then bent to retrieve her bath products.

TBCB Envy

[Envy]

A mischievous chuckle creeps into the bathing beauty’s ear, nestling there and sending the horrified diva reeling. Bella hastily covers her exposed bits and whirls about to face the steamy room. She catches sight of a shadowy figure cloaked in white fog, but the form disappears as suddenly as it had appeared. The sensation of being the victim in a scary movie overwhelms the young rookie and she finds herself unable to move.

“Don’t you ever laugh… as the hearse goes by… For you may be the next to die,”speaks a sultry female voice in a surprisingly pleasant New Zealand accent.

Miss Morte tightens her grip around her chest, as if hugging herself more closely will make the monster in the mist disappear, “who’s there!?!”

“They wrap you up in a big white sheet… From your head to your feet… They put you in a big black box and cover you up with dirt and rocks… All goes well for about a week… Then the coffin begins to leak….”

The fair haired diva crumbles to the floor, her knees in her chest and hands over her ears.

“The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out… The worms play pinochle on your snout… They eat your eyes, they eat your nose… They eat the jelly between your toes… A big green worm with rolling eyes… Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes… Your stomach turns slimy green and pus pours out like whipping cream… You spread it on a slice of bread… And that’s what you eat when you are dead.”

Envy finally strolls into view, clad in her black leotard and wrestling boots. Her eyes scan Bella’s form, a sick grin painted on her features, “are all the divas in EVPW so deliciously put together? I swear you bitches may be lacking in skill, but you’ve got T & A for days. I don’t see how they expect a pretty little bob like you to stack up against a real athlete. Even Wolverina could take you down with one hand tied behind her back.”

Miss Morte eyes the sinful siren anxiously, “what do you want Aryana, I’ve got nothing against you… And I’m kinda in the middle of something…” She motions around her, as if the other diva somehow missed that they are currently in the shower room and Bella Morte is completely naked.

Envy inches closer to the tattooed minx, “Oh nothing... I just... Wanna hear you squeal like the American pig you are-“ she then grips a fistful of the smaller female’s hair and hoists her off of the shower floor. Bella squeaks and flails helplessly as Envy proceeds to bash her sweet face into the unrelenting wall, only stopping when she sees a bloom of red form on its pristine surface.

The Covetous Cunt releases Miss Morte, letting her fall limply to the ground. She then places her boot upon the nude woman’s face and leans all of her weight onto her tender visage. Bella sucks her lips into her mouth and refuses to make a sound, even though it feels like her skull is about to crack right down the middle. Frustrated with her prey’s silence, Envy removes her shoe and cocks her foot back to deliver a powerful kick to the diva’s head. Miss Morte releases a blood curdling scream as the toe of Aryana’s boot smashes into the tattooed Minx’s trap, her teeth tearing into the flesh of her rose petal lips. Blood oozes from her mouth and nose, turning the water on the floor red, and Miss Morte lays motionless on the tile.

Aryana plucks Bella from the ground again, jerking her head back so that she can lock eyes with her play thing. Envy smirks menacingly, then proceeds to lick the crimson liquid from the smaller female’s upper lip. Bella gurgles and fights to free her head from Aryana's grip. Seeing there is still a bit of life in her prey, Envy lifts Bella over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry before throwing her victim’s limpid legs out behind her and dropping her down to the ground with her arm looped around her neck in a stunner.

TBCB Wolverina

[Wolverina]

Somewhere in the deep recesses of the building Wolverina sat alone atop a crate, her knees tucked up to her chest with her head buried betwixt them in shame. She couldn't recall how long she'd been there nor did she care. Occasionally she could hear a passerby plod through, but soon those footfalls became few and far between. That's what she wanted. To be left alone. She couldn't show herself in public just yet, not after what Envy did to her. All she knew was that her career was over. There's no coming back from something like that. Aryana was able to do what Jaggeroth, Brian Commonwealth, Metal Dragon, Ryan Hughes, Kahlan and everyone else couldn't do. She had broken Haven in all possible facets - mind, body, spirit, professionally and personally. Not only that, the amazonian atrocity had also scarred the minds of so many kids at Wolfie's expense and there wasn't a damn thing the People's Princess could do about it.

A blood curdling scream crashed Haven's self-pity party. Wolfie snapped back to life and ascertained the noise originated from the vicinity of the women's shower room. Miss Cassady's heroic good-doing side kicked into gear on instinct and off she sped, her severely battered and heavily bruised body making slow gains down the hallway much to her dismay. She arrived at the scene and peered around the tiled corner separating the shower area from the corridor. What filled her vision made her heart jump into her throat. It was Envy in all her diabolical glory standing there with Bella draped across her burden carriers. Haven quickly backed away and flattened herself against a wall as a feeling, foreign until she met her match in Aryana, hit her in the gut like a sledgehammer. It was fear.

Wolverina gasped in fright as her ears were subjected to the god awful sound of Bella Morte being disposed of in nearly the same manner that she had been. Within moments, Wolfie found herself struggling to find proper breath as hyperventilation due to panic set in.

Haven: "God, what do I do? Give me strength, Lord, my will has fled from me! Please!"

Haven's eyes lit up with shock as her prayers were answered quicker than they ever had. Directly in front of her, as though only now presented for her use by divine intervention, is a lone bottle of make-up powder sitting upon a crate. The proverbial angel on her shoulder spoke to her and the gears started to grind within her. The People's Princess nabbed it from the crate and flicked the lid off it as she charged bravely into the shower room. Luckily for Miss Cassady, the green haired Count of Slutty Meat-Hole was standing up facing her. Haven's angelic hands squeezed the sides of the bottle with a single powerful motion, the contents therein shooting out in a thick all encompassing white cloud that is a direct hit to Renfield's face.

The substance went all up in the nose, mouth and eyes of the behemoth bitch, not that having white stuff covering her face is anything new to the whore, but none the less in this case it hindered her vision and gave her a small bout of alarm. Working in tandem with the goings on above, the blood red water had pooled under Aryana  enough to send her feet out from under her, the giantess cracking the back of her head against part of the tiling on the way to a seated position. Haven couldn't believe her luck and she wasn't about to squander it. The gorgeous graceling tore up the floor in her wake as she rushed headlong at her tormentor. She leaped into the air a little bit and brought her right knee into the amazon's nose with maddening impetus. Along with the blow came a scream from Wolveirna - one that emptied out all of her emotions at once. The barbie killer's sniffer exploded red like a big pile of stomped on ketchup packets, her head also taking a good drubbing too as it became sandwiched between Haven's knee and part of the wall. To her surprise, the impervious woman's eyes shut tight and it appeared she'd been clocked out.

Wolverina wanted to continue the assault; it took every fiber of her being not to, but seeing Bella Morte in serious need of medical attention forced the good hearted Nebraskan to abandon a chance, perhaps her only chance, to gain full redemption. Haven pulled Bella from the floor and scooped her up like a heroic fireman would and proceeded to get the poor girl the hell out of there before the not-so-jolly green giant woke from her slumber. There would be hell to pay for this and it was already starting to worry the Cutest of the Cute.

EOT.