The Creole Beauty Apoears

Etienne arrives at the arena, looking out her limousine window. Her soft brown orbs looking up at the expansive building.

Well this is a big step up from WWH. That's for sure.


She steps out of the vehicle and makes her way inside. As she enters, she looks around at her new surroundings.

Storming Raven is sitting alone in the shadows preparing for his first match back, quietly musing to himself.

"And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.' and I saw, and behold a white horse"

When a sense he almost forgot he had triggers in his head. He looks to the door with a smile, and slowly steps out of the shadows, to stand in front of his wife.

"Hello, princess of the dark. I've been expecting you."

I told you I was going to be here. You should have been expecting me. Hello my dark prince.

She runs into her husband's waiting arms. Relieved to be near him once more. Her emotions clearly evidenced.

Storming Raven strokes his wife's dark hair.

"Tonight is a new beginning. Tonight the forgotten who have been lost in the shadows will be brought to the light, and I shall lead them. Tonight I walk the trail of tears again."

I have the utmost faith in you my prince. You are truly the voice of the forgotten ones. I had a vision last night my love.

Etienne looks deeply into the eyes of her soul mate and prince.

Storming Raven looks sincerely into his wife's eyes.

"What was it, love? I've seen terrible things myself these past few months in person."

Her gaze never leaves him as she tells him what she saw.

I saw a trail of blood and broken bodies leading to a throne made of bones. You were sitting on that throne.

Storming Raven chuckles.

"Someone once said, in the Game of Thrones, you either win...or you die. A month ago I saw my entire Reservation murdered."

Storming Raven stands back and pulls the collar of his shirt down to reveal a half healed bullet wound in his shoulder.


"I suppose one could say, I've already died, long ago."