Impossible

[Envy]

"ARRRGGHHH!"

An eruption of clanging metal resounds throughout the empty halls of EVPW, followed by another ferocious roar of rage and the sound of labored breathing. Her body quakes with every breath, sweat glistens across the expanse of the diva's bruised form, and she stands hunched over the top of the sink. Vibrant green eyes blaze as they scan the damage done by the foul Nicholas Carson and his abhorrent minions; purple lids, tangerine lips thick with scabs and an obnoxious bandage over her broken nose. Aryana yowls in repulsion and bashes her fist into the mirror, as if destroying the reflection will return her pretty face to its natural state. She whirls away from her offensive reflection and crumbles to the floor, huddling against the wall. Crocodile tears pour down her swollen face as shaky hands lightly caressing the angry flesh, which stings under her feathery touch despite her efforts.

The Covetous Cunt snarls, slamming her hands onto the tile floor and smashing the back of her head into the wall. How could I, how could I let them humiliate me like that?!? Clammy digits slide up her temples, entangling in her roots and proceeding to pull on her emerald tresses, weak! Weak! New Zealand Terror no more! If a disgusting brute like Carson and his mindless minions can leave me... As if on cue, the nerves in her bottom yowl in agony, directing her attention to the burn wound left by Nicky Boy's branding... utterly ruined.

"Fucking bastard."

Suddenly, the violent storm that rages within her mind clears, an eerie silence smothering the riot within. Envy sighs whistfully and pushes herself upright, sauntering toward the shattered mirror. She stares into the bevy of battered babes staring back at her, brushing away the inky tear streaks from her bruised cheeks, and smiling serenely, "I am The Decimator, I will have my revenge. The plan hasn't changed, I will destroy every wrestler in the federation, nobody can stand in my way."

The Covetous Cunt scoops up her belongings, walking out of her room and into the hallway.

TBCB Whoever

[Vladimir Strife]

As Aryana enters the hallway, she finds it almost deserted at the moment. Seemingly lost in thought, the infamous GodKing throws a quick glance at the Decimator, then takes a moment to process what he saw before looking back up at her. Looking over the damage to her countenance, Vladimir rises up from the chair he's sat himself in and begins walking toward her.

"Ah, fuck me..."

She stands still, eyeing the co-owner cautiously, planning to make one hell of a mess if he or anyone else tried to mess with her after her encounter with Nicholas Carson. Strife gets a closer look at her wounds and steps back, looking her in the eyes with a bit of apprehension.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know these assholes get carried away.. but.. please don't sue. We really can't afford it. I mean.. I don't expect you to just walk away or keep quiet for nothing. I can give you tickets, you can meet any of the guys you want, we'll pay your medical bills and you can take a break for a nice long while, paid leave, you know?"

Envy is clearly incensed, rage boiling over inside of her at her employer's ignorance.

"How's about this.. tell me who it was. I'll give them the kind of match they'll never forget. I know it's crazy out there and all, but I promise you... I do not take lightly to people abusing our staff."

[Envy]

Her lip trembles momentarily, the diva clenches her fists and her eyes divert to the dirty floor. A terrible concoction of anger and embarrassment bubbles within the confines of her body, threatening to devour all rationality. Envy sucks her lower lip into her mouth and fights to subdue the urge to punch her employer right in his mouth. Her teeth work over the tender flesh as her mind races, Vladimir fucking Strife... Of Course I would run into this bastard on my way out. Not to mention this dag doesn't even know who I am or how I fucking ended up like this! Finally her vibrant green eyes level with Vlad's, "Do you honestly have no idea who I am?"

She sneers and shakes her head, "keep your fucking tickets, I've met 'the guys' and they can suck my cock," She closes the space between them, Strife's composure unfaltering, "I don't need your fucking hush money. I want blood."

The Covetous Cunt whirls on her heels, her hand cupping her forehead and laughter spews from her flapping trap, "do you even watch the other matches on the show YOU run? Or are you so self involved that you can't possible dedicate any time at all to your fucking job? It's no wonder this place is going to hell in a hand basket. Nicholas Carson did this to me, you idiot, but don't you worry your pretty little head... he'll get his soon enough... And so will the rest of the wrestlers in this shit hole. I most definitely do not need your fucking help to achieve my goals.... So Why don't you go back to doing whatever it is that you do."

[Vladimir Strife]

Vladimir lets out a small chuckle as he looks over the battered talent.

"You must be the mouthy one I keep hearing about... Envy, right?"

The GodKing looks her over once more with a smirk, a laugh rising in him once more as he shakes his head. He had heard whispers about the star, about the vicious hellcat who had captured the world title and put the entire lockerroom on notice. The reputation painted a much more fierce picture in his head however than the girl with the green hair before him. Vlad had long learned lessons in judging a book by it's cover, but what he thought a horror novel now stood there wrapped in what seemed to him a children's book.

"Look, kid... don't take it so hard. I don't really have much time these days."

The Barbarian Lord removes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one up, taking in a deep breath before blowing it out toward the Decimator.

"I know who you are though. I just haven't had the chance to put a face to the name that keeps buzzing around. I probably should have sought you out sooner though. How I do abhor that buzzing... Like a gnat flying about your head until it sits still just long enough that you can smash the little fucker flat. You just hear all this about someone rising up to the top and walking about like they're untouchable and saying that you're nothing to them. Shit like that, you know?"

The King takes another long puff and leans his head back, trying to be a bit more courteous. The cheap florescent over him casts a gleam across his face, revealing the narrow valley stretched from his forehead to the mid of his cheek that he has concealed with makeup. He shoots a cheap smile to the woman and takes a step forward, just barely shortening the distance between the two.

"You know though.. I'm a little surprised to see you be so coy. After all, I may not have recognized you, but you certainly knew who I was... and we both know exactly what it is I do around here."

[Envy]

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been known for my mouth, yes, I am Envy,” she doesn’t offer a hand to the GodKing, but then, neither did he.

“Don’t call me kid, you condescending prick, I don’t actually give a fuck whether you watch my matches or not, it doesn’t affect the outcome. Unlike the rest of the fools in this place, my world doesn’t revolve around Vladimir Strife or your undefeated streak, and I do not require your approval.”

Envy waves her hand in front of her, dispersing the cancerous fog as if gathers around her head, “oh my, is Vladimir Strife threatening me now as well? How very brave of you!” a derisive grin spreads from ear to ear, “it’s not as if I have been beaten within an edge of my life, after finishing off that twat Helena, I’m in peak physical condition! I could take you on with one hand tied behind my back! Bring it Vladdy boy, take a shot at squashing this ‘fly’. After you’ve failed horribly I will show you how to take care of a pest.”

The Covetous Cunt spies the poorly hidden wound on The King’s face and in a strange way in offers some comfort to the tormented Kiwi. Muscles relax and the raging storm inside is suddenly snuffed out. Envy remains unfazed and unmoving as The GodKing steps closer, his scent wafting into her nostrils. She closesly the remainder of the space between them, her hand sliding over his, digits wrapping around the cigarette in his grasp, and she plucks the cancer stick from his grip. Envy brings the cigarette up her tangerine lips, nodding thoughtfully as Vladimir speaks, “Coy…. If think this is coy, then I’d hate to see what you consider laid back. I’m not afraid of you Mr. Strife, I may respect you more than any other wrestler in this shit hole, but you don’t scare me in the least. You're called a GodKing, but a god is infallible and… well, a god surely wouldn’t bleed. Would they?”

The Queen of Mean deposits the smoke stick back into Vlad’s mouth after taking a drag, “how would his majesty prefer I behave in his glorious presence?”

[Vladimir Strife]

Vladimir mulls it over a moment with another long drag of smoke, before cracking a wide smile. It was a rare kind on his behalf, having no devious or sadistic traces.

"Honestly, not one bit differently. Well, maybe keep a better hold on that title, but I like the attitude. Pardon the term, but you've got balls."

The GodKing offers her the remainder of the cigarette, though there's only a few puffs left and when she takes it, a small laugh comes over him once again.

"Oh, and be careful with those things. They'll kill you."

Vlad sits back down against the wall and looks at his phone, seemingly awaiting a call or a message. He slides it back into his pocket and looks up to the Covetous Cunt yet again.

"And for the record... it was a fine match. I can't have young talent running around here and sniffing up the ranks without testing their meddle a bit though. I like you though. Hell, you might even hold your own against Rhaps. And while I'm not sure how much or little it means, you've got my respect. So long as you pay Carson back for this little instance.. but I don't imagine your plans were anything shy of that anyhow."

[Envy]

The Stone Cold Bitch softens as she sees him display respect for The New Zealand Terror, bout time I someone recognizes real talent in this piss poor excuse for a federation. With her emerald orbs trained on the genuine grin that graced his visage, she had to admit, it warmed the cockles of her sour heart to see such a pure expression of delight grace the GodKing’s features. She gives him a broken smile of her own, her aching face protesting all the while, and she takes the smoke offered to her before popping it into her mouth, “thanks, it actually means something, coming from someone of your stature.”

She laughs at his comment, sucking on the filter until ash replaces the remainder of the tobacco. The Covetous Cunt licks her fingers, pinching the ember and snuffing out the fire with her saliva, “Oh, I plan on paying him back alright, you don’t have to worry about that,“ I’m going to fucking kill that dag, “and Rhaps can go fuck himself, he wants it too badly, and I doubt it would be worth the trouble.”

She watches him fiddle with his phone anxiously, “expecting someone?” Envy raises her brow and her fingers work absent mindedly through her long green hair.

[Vladimir Strife]

Vladimir casts a solemn gaze upon the Android, noting once more the absence of any contact. He sighs and slips it into the recesses of his pocket before looking back up and donning a smile again, albeit far less sincere than the last.

"I.. guess not. I heard some silly rumor that someone was in town. Someone I owe an explanation.. but either they aren't or they don't care for one."

Silence dominates the air between them a moment until he shakes his head and speaks once more.

"That kind of frees up my evening though. I could go for a drink if you're interested.."

tbcb Envy

[Envy]

The Queen of Mean’s head tilts to the side quizzically; did THE Vladimir Strife just invite her for a drink? She can’t deny or hide the fact that she is a bit dumbfounded, who doesn’t know the name Strife? Not to mention, who can honestly say they’ve had an amiable exchange with the Titan? He is known throughout the world for his prowess, as well as his ruthlessness, and The Behemoth is not rumored to be a pleasant man. She runs her fingers through her hair, slightly reluctantly to join the EVPW legend, having recently been assaulted by a psychopath whom had left her more than a little apprehensive when it comes to letting her guard down or socializing with other wrestlers. I prefer them under my feet, but then… Perhaps I can gain something from him tonight, maybe some insight on what makes this guy tick, what makes him outshine the rest. Also, she could really use a drink; something to take the edge off.


“Interested?” she gives him a serious expression, “I’d have to be a complete fucking idiot to pass up an opportunity to have a drink with Vladimir Strife.”

This can’t end badly, right? He’s a crazy bastard, but he’s very charismatic and he’s being fairly pleasant right now. Fuck, someone’s genuinely nice to you once and you start to soften up?!? Her face contorts in outrage for a moment, but when she realizes she’s making a face she quickly relaxes her features, “where to?”

[Vladimir Strife]

The GodKing knew it was bad for his image to be seen smiling, but he found it hard to contain hiimself in this instance. Fuck it, he thought, this is almost the end anyhow. It had been some time since anyone had seemed eager to be in his company, particularly those of the female persuasion. Being one of the most feared men in the land of sex and violence usually paid off - very few people opposed his requests and his employees seemed to mind anything he told them, some out of respect and others out of understanding that disobedience meant igniting the fuse on the unpredictable Titan. Sometimes, however, life could get lonely for even the most hardened of men and with all of the few persons he could call a friend constantly out of touch and his hesitance to call up the sister that would see through him and his secrets, it'd been some time since he'd had something to truly smile about.

"To the bar, I believe. I know a nice little one up the street that's pretty alright as long as it's not a Tuesday."

[To be continued in the bar]