Witchy woman TBC Nekora

I sit alone in my locker room, with the lights off and door slightly cracked. It's another boring night when I begin to think of the newest diva in IWF. I pick up my guitar and without realizing what I'm going to play, start to play an old Eagles song.

"
Raven hair and ruby lips
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she's a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got
the moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight
crazy laughter in another
room and she drove herself to madness
with a silver spoon
woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye
Well I know you want a lover,
let me tell your brother, she's been sleeping
in the Devil's bed.
And there's some rumors going round
someone's underground
she can rock you in the nighttime
'til your skin turns red
woo hoo witchy woman
see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman
she got the moon in her eye"

TBC Nekora

Nekora walked by, wearing a different cloak and dress, listening to the song that played in the room. She stood against the doorframe, chuckling darkly.

"You're playing this clichéd song cause of me?" She chuckled, her black lips forming a wicked smile as the tiny fangs popped up over her lips that she clipped onto her regular teeth.

I nod.

"I didn't really intend to, it kind of just flowed from my fingers. It happens sometimes. I get the urge to play, and something just tends to flow out."

I motion toward the couch next to me.

"Please, have a seat."

"Alright...I'll bite." She chuckled and walked in, pulling her hood down to show her hair was in a braided ponytail, streaked in bright purple.

"Is that a promise?"

I chuckle and pull my flask out of my boot.

"Never leave home without it."

"Only if you want me to." She laughs.

Once she sits down, she unhooks her cloak to let it fall, revealing she's wearing her Black and Purple Corset dress that comes up to her thighs that matches the boots she wears...which come up to her knees.

"So, What's the scoop, bub?"

I look over her outfit. I like it. Hell what guy wouldn't?

"Same shit, different day. Seem to have pissed some people off, but oh well. I was just doing my job."

I twist off the cap of the flask and take a long swig and pass it to Nekora.

"It's not my fault management put me in a match with a female. They know my story, they know I'm dangerous. There is no gender bias when that bell rings with me."

I nod.

"I tried to get management to change it, but they wouldn't. So I guess I had to show them why it was a bad idea."

I take another drink from the flask.

"It pissed off one Griffin Hawkins, but hell what are you gonna do. A wise man once said if you have never pissed off anyone in your life you're doing something wrong."

"I see...No big. I can handle it." she grinned and took a swig, handing it back.

I shoot that famous grin. A grin I haven't shown much in the past few months, but somehow she brings it out of me. I run my fingers through my hair and shrug.

"So, tell me more about yourself. I mean I already see that you're incomparably gorgeous."

"Huh...Well, I'm a Wiccan, born into a christian family...I'm 24 and hate bi-phobic and racist assholes and I drink when I want." she laughed.

I grin again.

"Well I'm certainly not biphobic or homophobic. I was born on a rez in North Carolina but my father moved us to Laredo Texas when I was six. He died when I was twelve, then my mother kicked me out of the house. So I spent six years of my life on the streets, doing whatever I had to do to survive. Been married a couple times, but it just didn't work out."

I rub my inner left wrist where it is starting to burn, as if I need any reminder of the family curse....

I nod and take another drink.

"Yea, I haven't really seen my mom much since she kicked me out of the house. I don't really have a lot of people that I'm close to."

I turn my head from side to side popping the muscles.

"Guess we're in the same boat."

She chuckles softly, pulling out an black orb-like bottle from her cloak and uncorked it, taking a swig.

"Heh...Not much of a drinker, but i always carry a bottle of whiskey with me. Calms me down before and after a match."

I nod knowingly.

"It's seems we have a lot in common."

The urge comes over me again, and I pick up my guitar, and sing out in a haunting voice.

"It was dark I was drivin' down a lonely Texas road
The night was hot and sleep pulled at my eyes
I was thinkin' of the wild times and the women that I'd had
The deceitful things I'd done and those lies
Standin' in the shadows by the side of the road
Was the figure of a withered old man
He wore a black bandanna a ropin' Stetson hat
With a two inch scarlet hat band

He held his wrinkled hand up as a sign to shut her down
SO I pulled over and stopped by his side
He opened up the door slid in and sat down
He said my ain't it hot tonight
I studied this old man and it seemed mighty strange
For him to be out here all alone
Then he started talkin' and he told me many things
Of times that both of us had known

He told me of the wild life and the women that he'd had
How none ofthem had ever meant a thing
He told me of a black night much the same as this
Of the strange and awesome things he'd seen
A man beside the road had raised his hand and flagged him down
So he stopped and let him in
That stranger told him stories that I am hearing now
Bout the wild times and all the sin

Then the car got cold and clammy and this old man looked at me
He said boy I've come here for you
Your days of wicked sinnin' have come to an end
As a mortal on this earth boy you are through
Then his eyes got red and fiery as he took his Stetson off
To reveal his evil horns shiny and black
My God the fear came over me and my senses were all lost
I fought with him until we finally erashed

Next day they found the car at the bottom of a draw
The young cowboy was found beside the wreck
His ear had been consumed by fire the cowboy had no marks
Except the smoke and pitch fork brand upon his neck"

"What song was that?" She asked. "Sounds like some country shit..."

I chuckle.

"It is. Chris LeDoux. when country was really country and not manufactured Taylor Swift pop shit. I'm a fan of most all music."

I take a long drink from my flask.

"Had I not followed this path, I probably would have been a musician, but then I probably wouldn't have met you. So I think I chose the right path."

"Heh. You're a sweet-talker, aren'tcha?" She laughed, sitting back as she took another drink.

I grin and stretch my legs out.

"Only to those women I think deserve it, the rest can jump off a bridge for all I care."

I take a pack of Pall Mall reds out of the pocket of my black jeans, and a silver zippo. I shake a cigarette from the pack, flip it in the air and catch the filter in my mouth before running the zippo over my jeans. I light the cigarette and take a long drawl exhaling slowly through my nose.

"You smoke those things? Yuck. I do Hookah. Much more classy."

She laughs, the fangs in her mouth gleaming in the dim light.

"Left the damn thing in my locker."

I nod.

"Yea, yea. I know I should quit, but tobacco has always been sacred to my people. It's one of the ways we pray."

I take another drawl, inhale deep, and exhale slowly. Let's hope the gods answer this prayer.

"I see." She smiled,the fangs peeking over her lips once more.

I grin.

"I'll let you know something very few people know. My Christian name is Brian Anthony Cochran."

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and pull it out and look it over. I shrug with a smirk.

"Looks like I'm finally getting the recognition I deserve, I'm in the main event of Battlegrounds this week."

Though right now I'm more interested in the vision of loveliness in front of me.

"So tell me more about yourself."

"Mine is Raven Roth Hawken. Was born in Kentucky, and raised in an annoying Christian family, Trained myself in the art of Wicca and Witchcraft, and my main Finisher is Gaia's Rage." She said, chuckling.

"Lucky-ass...Wish i could get a match or two...I'm fucking bored!"

I shrug and shoot that famous grin.

"I'm far from lucky. Everything I've got I had to earn the hard way. I've done things I'm not proud of, but it serves a purpose."

I look up at the ceiling, but I'm more looking past it while I think. Before I can stop myself I ask.

"Are you seeing anybody?"

She shoots him a grin.

"Nope. Single."

I chuckle.

"It's fate. We're destined to be together."

I playfully stick my tongue out at her.

"Look...I'm gonna draw one card from my deck. If it's a Good card like Lovers,High Priestess or something like that, I'll go out with you. If i draw the Death Card or any other bad card...You're shit out of luck,bud."

I laugh as i pull out my deck of Tarot cards, shuffling them.

"Ready?"

I shut my eyes and pull a card....And once i opened them...I smiled.

"The Lovers card. You're in luck. So, you win."

I grin mischievously.

"The Great Spirit smiles upon us. You won't regret it."

I wink.

"I'm glad. This better go good, shugah."

I grin and put the deck away,licking her lips.

I nod.

"It will be. It sure is fucking boring, here. Want to find some trouble to get into?"

I chuckle.

"My Harley's in the lot."

"You ride?! Man, Let's raise some hell!"

She laughed.

I stand up and walk over to the locker, taking out my black leather jacket then, walk back over and take her hand.

"Where to?"

"Just anywhere...Show a gal a good time."

She chuckled and hooked her cloak back on, putting the hood up.

"Let's go raise some hell."

I take her hand and we walk out of the arena, and get on my Harley. We get on and drive around, until I find something that catches my eye. Erie Street cemetery. the oldest cemetery in Cleveland. I grin and park the Harley, by the big concrete arch way. I walk until I find a part of the fence that's cut. I pull it back, making the opening bigger and grin back at Nekora.

"After you my dear."

"Sweet." She smiled and walked in, grabbing her purse full of occult stuff...that was gonna be used at the right time.

I grin as I walk through the cemetery. I turn my head to the sky, and sit down on an above ground concrete grave.

"The spirits are restless. I guess it's been a long time since they've seen such beauty."

I take her hand and kiss the back.

"Oh really?" She laughed as she pulled out a Censer, filling it with Cinnamon incence and began to burn it a little as she walked around the grave with it in hand to bless the land, calming the spirits.

"Maybe now, they'll settle down while we're here. Cinnamon always works."

With a smile, she sat down with him.

I lay back on the concrete slab and smile, looking up at the stars.

"Nice night. I won't be able to say the same for Griffin come Monday. Challenging me to a street fight, the guy must have a death wish. I was raised by the streets."

I reach over and rub her back.

"Who's he?"

She purrs a little as he rubs her back, her hood falling down.

"my next opponent. He's got a grudge for what I did to my last opponent, Tiffani Michaels at the last pay per view. Hey it wasn't my fault. I didn't ask for the fight. Management put me in it. I sure wasn't going to go any easier on her just because she's a chick. I didn't survive living on the street by going easy on anyone. You can take the guy off the street, but you can't take the street out of the guy."

I chuckle.

"Funny thing is, ol' Griffin kind of looks like a chick himself."

"Really now?"

She laughed as she pulled out a small cauldron, a few herbs and stuff, a lighter and a bottle of water. She then begins to craft a potion to help him relax.

"Well, What im brewing...will help you greatly."

I look up at the stars, deep in thought.

"Just being around you helps. It just feels right, you know? Like we've known each other much longer than we have. Like a past life or something. I feel better than I have in a long time."

"That's cute, bub...here."

She pours him a cup of the odd tea, cooling it.

"Drink this. It'll help you focus your inner eye."

I shrug and drink the concoction, and close my eyes. Not bad really. I shrug opening my eyes.

"There's a storm coming. May the great spirit have mercy on anyone who stands in our way. It's time they all know what true fear tastes like."

I grab her hand and pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her.

She squeaked and held him close, her heart starting to pound....after many years.

"Holy shit..." Nekora murmured, her heart going crazy.

I shoot that famous grin at her.

"Did you feel that too, or was it just me? The sparks? Like I said, it's like we're meant to be."

I look deep into her eyes waiting for a response.

"I....I guess so..."
She blushed hard, a warm rush over her body...