Adorabelle [vs] Nekora Ladyhawke

Subject: Adorabelle [vs] Nekora Ladyhawke Sat Aug 10, 2013 12:32 am

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Subject: Re: Adorabelle [vs] Nekora Ladyhawke Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:43 pm

The camera zooms in on me in my living room, a Black and Green hookah pipe in the center of my floor with a dragon holding onto the stem of the pipe with a bowl of Blackberry Shisha on top of it and a few coals on top of the foil covering the bowl, a file in my hand that had the profile of my new opponent, Adorabelle. I toss the folder to the table and crack my neck, hair ponytailed in a low-ponytail, wearing black knee-high boots, striped stockings that matched my Black and Crimson Corset dress and armwarmers, the mouthpiece and hose to my Hookah in my black-nailed hands as i look up at the camera, a few candles lit around the room to give the place a more...ethereal look to it. The darkness always gave me comfort while i think to myself.

"Huh..."Adorabelle" is my new Opponent? Great. Another Bubblegum bitch. It's like I've stepped into the fucking 90's with the old MTV Spring Break shitstorm all over again. All these bubbly, air-headed, annoying cheerleader type girls in their skimpy-ass outfits and blaring out One Direction like it was going out of style while obsessing over how they god damn look...It's like an infinite loop of bullshit that i keep stepping into."

I sigh and take a drag from my Black DragonHookah, blackberry scented smoke pouring from my mouth in a straight line up to the ceiling like i was a living dragon. It bugged the shit out of me, knowing i had to fight another girl that looked like she came out of a low-grade porno involving bubble headed ditzoids.

"I was talking with the spirits earlier, and they told me about this chick. She's one of those that sounds like she has a major girl-boner for those crappy Twilight movies. As I've said before, Vampires. Do not. fucking SPARKLE! They're supposed to die by sunlight or be driven away by a Cross or the smell of Garlic! I mean, Goddess Damn here...And i even asked the spirits about her moves. The titles of them sound like she's back in high school here. And i haven't been there since...what, 2008?! Jeez. I'm tired of these kinda girls.

With a roll of my eyes, i take another drag from my Hookah and blow smoke rings into the air, kicking my boot-covered feet onto the table.

"I also did a full 3-Card Tarot reading before you guys popped up to get my input on this schoolgirl-nutcase, and they're all pointing to a victory for me. I bet as a side job, she works at Aeropostale where all the brainwashed nutcases go to buy their high-priced fashions and drink their smoothies before they go puke them up 10 minutes later cause the smoothie put on a few pounds and now they think they couldn't fit into the shirt they wanted. I'm sick of girls like her. Perfection, like Sanity, is overrated."

I take one more drag from my Hookah and shuffle my cards once more, redoing the fortune reading for the Camera guy to show the result i saw earlier.

"Strength Reversed. It means, She'll be too scared to face me. If you look at the "opposite" of this card then we have cowardice, fear, timidity. A complete lack of backbone. The person has been or is likely to back down from challenges. They're weak-willed when it comes to controlling their own impulses or changing their life. They're far too passive and scared. In laymen's terms: She's a cowardly bitch. Next up, Star Reversed. Clearly, the opposite of this card, is that there is no future, no hope, no healing. Or, more to the point, that any hope or promise offered is going to be false hope. The star one is following is not fixed, and will lead the person astray. There is a feeling of being lost, with no way out. Translation: She's a lost cause. And Finally,The Ten of Swords Reversed. The Ten of Swords indicates a final end. All that's been said, all that's been thought, all that's been argued is over. It's ended and the matter is dead - if not the person who was on the other side of the discussion. The positive of this card is that things can be laid to rest and everyone can move on. Or if you want an actual fucking translation: She's done. finished. Fin-fucking-nito. Stick a god damn fork in her. She's done."

I put the cards back and take a final drag of the pipe before extinguishing the coals and rehooking my cloak to my dress. My blood red lips curve into a smile as my fangs appear behind them, the white contacts i'm wearing make my eyes look Manson-ish as i gaze into the camera one final time.

"If all goes well, it looks like the spirits will be on my side, and not hers. And if not, May the Law of three hit this stupid, air-headed, boyband loving bitch like a ton of god damn bricks. I may stick to my Wiccan laws and not harm another with my spells, but that doesn't mean i can't kick someone's ass. Haha. I hope this girl knows who in the fuck she's dealing with. Cause if not...It'll be the last mistake she ever makes.

The lights go out as i give one final laugh before i leave.

"Good luck. You'll need it."

Posts : 12 Join date : 2013-07-29

Adorabelle [vs] Nekora Ladyhawke A9_zps501ab98e

GOOD NEWS

I had just told my best friends the amazing news, the best news I had in my entire life. That I, Ava would now hence forth be known as Adorabelle! Why you ask? No it was not simply a random name change because I didn’t like my old name. In fact, I don’t mind being called at Ava at all. But it’s because my life long dream, be it only eighteen years was finally coming true. I was going to go from being a stay at home, school going, home work doing, party attending, High Schooler to being a member of the IWF roster. I know it seemed like a lot to truly grasp, so quickly. But the fact of the matter was that my life was going the way I wanted. Sure I’d heard the negative nelly’s since I was a little girl. They’d say that being a wrestler was foolish, that it wasn’t worth it. But at the end of the day you have to make your own choices in life and I didn’t care that I was easily the least experienced wrestler on the roster. Not to mention, I was the youngest by far. And I won’t pretend that I had the time to go through every wrestler’s weight and height, but I had a feeling I was the smallest as well. But at the end of the day, all that didn’t matter because what I had was heart and that’s not something you can measure. At least not without really careful cutting and not to mention ‘heart’ is more metaphorical anyways, the size of one’s heart truly didn’t represent the amount of perseverance they had. But I digress, none of that mattered anymore because I had made it. I’d gone from a nobody to a…name on the roster in a matter of a week. I’d gone from finishing my finals to getting ready to wrestle the biggest names in the sport in a week, all this while celebrating my eighteenth birthday. Now, maybe I should consider myself a bit fortunate. After all, it’s not often that one gets this kind of opportunity. People work hard for a chance to be on a roster like this, though I do have to mention that I’m only on ‘Underground’ which was a polite way of seeing the Junior Varsity team. But as a Cheerleader in High School, I knew a thing or two about JV having had to be one of the few that attended it. That’s where stars are born, that’s where they come from. And that’s exactly where I was going to be born into this world, I was going to rise from the ‘Underground’ and prove myself. Like a less cool and ghetto Eminem, I’d become a house hold name! I might some day even twist my life story, and make a movie that I’d play myself in as well. That was the plan after all, to rise to the top.

And I had to admit, I probably was rushing into this a little quickly, after all I am only eighteen years old. People still call me kid and I can’t legally drink yet. But I’ve always been of the mindset that the quickest way to learn something is by jumping into the deep end and just learning how to swim. That’s exactly what I had planned, as I started my journey in the place they called ‘Underground’. I’d just recently signed my new contract which made me the richest I have ever been since before my Grandma gave me a hundred dollar bill for my birthday two years ago. Naturally I’d spent that one quickly but the best part about it was the fact that I was finally going to be moving out. Finally I would be out of my own home and away from my parents, who’d always been on the strict side of things with me. It wasn’t that I hated them, I just had longed for the day to move out for a long time. I finally had that opportunity and I wasn’t about to waste it, especially when for whatever reason IWF actually gave me a call back and actually offered me the deal. It was a big deal for me, to say the least. But the best part was that up until today, I hadn’t told anyone about it. I sort of wanted to make sure that everything went through before I started celebrating a contract that would end up being pulled away from me when they let me in on the gag. And since it was the real deal, signed sealed and delivered by Alex Dillinger, the Boss himself. Well I imagine he didn’t have much to do with the mailing…or even the sealing…heck the signing was probably even pre-done but the heck with all of that I was on the roster. I was now apart of the same roster as some of the biggest names in wrestling, guys I’d been watching for a bit now. Brandon Macdonald, James Shark, Gordon Fury, and many many more. The roster was truly a murder’s row of talent and that’s exactly why I wanted to be there. To be a part of it, to be the star of the show. I’d always found myself a big fan of athletics’, it’s what made me a Cheerleader, Gymnast, and much more growing up. But even more so then just the wrestling aspect, I wanted to be an entertainer. I wanted to put on a show for the fans, something they’d remember for a long time. Like the names I listed, I wanted to be a difference maker and I’d do most anything to be that difference maker. I wanted to be Ms. PPV, and even though it’s maybe a bit crazy to say I wanted to one day be the star of the show. No matter the fact I’m a girl or that I am small, my face would be on the marquee. That’s what it was all about, proving yourself to others and even more so yourself.

But I was looking forward to telling them; my two best friends were Rachel and Sherri, the two of them pretty different when it came to looks. Rachel was a Caucasian, she was much taller then I was. She was skinny and had longer blonde hair, pretty face, blue eyes, sort of looked like a model. Something I’d always told her to get into; the one issue with her was that she was a bit much at times. She was a little selfish at times and had a bit of a temper, but I still loved her she was a great friend. Sherri on the other hand, was the opposite in terms of looks. If you stood the two beside each other, they’d look like a ten and not like a dime but rather a one and zero side by side. Sherri was a bit heavier set, taller then me with black hair. She was extremely funny and mostly it was because she was a mixture of ditzy and care free, so she’d say some of the stupidest stuff and some of the most uncensored. I’d called them over for the big news; I’d been telling them about my goal of one day wrestling there for what had to be the past few years. It was usually met with laughter, they didn’t ever understand it. They wondered why I wanted to be in it, a lot of times coming across a lot like my parent’s when they constantly told me to do something else. But at the very least it did always seem like two supported me in my efforts, they’d even occasionally watch with me. Be it even if it was more about them wanting to watch the guys then the actual matches. At the very least they knew enough about it to know some of the people, and that’s why it was exciting to let them know that I’d gotten a contract to the same company we’d watched several events of. When they were here and ready I’d finally broke the news to them and they reacted exactly the way I had hoped and wanted them to. Well at first the two of them seemed pretty dumbfounded but it wasn’t long before Sherri realized that it was just one of my day dreams and I wasn’t going crazy. Not long after Rachel broke her stunned silence to congratulate me as well, the smile on my face having to be so wide right about now. Had it been my parents? It would have been more of an “I told you so” smirk, but with my friends it was an honest to God happy moment. The three of us embraced in a hug, the two of them currently worked at the same restaurant down town, and even though I was now the richest I was not one to brag.

Sherri
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! That’s so amazing Ava. You got in that little company you always wanted to. Tell me, what did you have to do with Alex to get the job?”

I pulled away rolling my eyes, shaking my head. It was very Sherri of her to take this moment and turn it into something like that. We’d had our fair share of discussions about the guys in the company; we were High School girls after all. But suddenly it didn’t feel right making jokes about what would now be my Co-Workers. Well at least in the future.

Rachel
“I’m sure she just shown him her wrestling skills. Personally though, I’d go with James Shark. You know that shirt he has, ‘twelve inches’?

Rachel was going to keep it going; I couldn’t help laugh at her using her hands to display what were to be Shark’s…Inches. The two were just too much at times and I was amazed at how quickly this went from a moment to them high jacking it and turning it into one of these kinds of talks.

Sherri
“Ooh, ooh what about that masked guy? You got to love a man with some mystery right?”

I rolled my eyes yet again, she was of course talking about Brandon Macdonald, one of the Hall of Famer’s here in IWF. I still giggled at her remark, still feeling a bit iffy about it inside but they were my friends and the fact they had some sort of interest even if it was my Boss, Shark’s t-shirt, and Brandon’s mask, that was better then nothing. But I had to get this back on track before I had to hear about anymore of what Sherri would do with any other member of the roster.

Adorabelle
“Anyways, anyways! Enough. I just want to let you all know that in a few weeks time, I am going to be leaving for Los Angeles. I really want us to keep in touch so I took the liberty to get you both camera’s for your computers…”

As I was trying to explain it to them, I could see them getting less and less interested both seeming to have other thing’s on their minds as they looked back at one another, talking to one another to ignore my ‘boring’ chat about how we’d keep in touch.

Rachel
“So how do you think she got the job anyways?”

Sherri
“Has to be the boobs right?”

Rachel
“I mean what else right?”

I shook my head, some how I knew that this would eventually turn into a chat about my boobs. If they weren’t going to make me feel awkward by talking about my new co-workers, they were going to do so by talking about me.

Adorabelle
“I assure you, it had nothing to do with...my..these things.”

I was a little less blunt then my friend’s were, they held back no punches but I didn’t feel right going around talking about my own boobs. Sherri at this point was shaking her head, clearly having a question on her mind.

Sherri
“Did you have to send a picture?”

Adorabelle
“Well I mean yeah…”

Rachel
“Yup it was your boobs.”

The two of them quickly nodded at one another as I shook my head, determined to prove them wrong that I was not hired because of the size of my chest. I quickly snapped back at them, trying to shut them down.

Adorabelle
“You ever think maybe they signed me because of my wrestling?”

Quickly the two of them busted up laughing, were they really going to get on me about my wrestling? Sure I wasn’t well trained but I had put in my fair share of hours and I considered myself pretty decent.

Rachel
“Sweetie, you haven’t even wrestled yet. Face it; they were banking on you having some talent but show casing these.”

Rachel reached out and tapped them, she and Sherri were probably the only people in the world that I wouldn’t get angry about doing that. They’d done it enough that I’d become pretty much immune to its annoyance.

Adorabelle
“Whatever, that’s not why…”

I angrily looked away pouting a little bit; they really did have me a little stumped. Why exactly did Alex hire me? I don’t envision IWF being that shallow but you never know. I hoped in the back of my head that I was right to think that he’d actually hired me more for my enthusiasm and love of the sport. But now these two jerk’s had put it in the back of my mind that I was really signed as just some eye candy for the fans in attendance, something I would not become.

Rachel
“Any how you were saying something about cameras blah blah blah, and something about Los Angeles. Carry on.”

Rachel was very sarcastic and I knew that’s what she was doing, she was just simply trying to get the conversation back on track as she knew I had something to say about the city. And that was perhaps the biggest news of them all, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, holding up a finger to tell them to wait as Sherri ever so witty, quickly pretended to fall asleep at the oh so long wait. I grinned up at them, as I found what I was looking for.

Adorabelle
“So here is what I said on Twitter. So, moving out of my parents now. Anybody know any place I can live for cheap? If you got a open laundry room that could work. #GotToGetOut. Guess who replied? Mr. James Shark himself saying this, ‘Le Mansion De Big Boi’.”

The two of them looked at one another and made a little ‘ohhhh’ sound, naturally making it into something much more dirty then it really was. I rolled my eyes and continued, I had to admit the way he said it was a bit much but I continued on.

Adorabelle
“Anyways, he then went on to offer up a room in his mansion. He explained he was never home any more; we talked about him having a pool and a hot tub. And well, I’m moving into his house!”

I couldn’t say it without being pretty happy, after all this was an amazing moment for me. Sure in my head I’d never really imagined myself moving into some random guy’s house and let alone someone with the life style of James Shark. But at the same time he seemed like a nice guy and from what he told me, there was nothing he didn’t have. And if he had a pool and a hot tub? That was already enough for me, if there’s a bed at this point it’s just a plus. My parent’s would surely go insane if I told them where I was going, they’d be even worse if I showed them a Shark promo. But despite his shenanigan’s he seemed like a nice enough guy and was willing to invite a stranger like me into his house for no reason at all.

Rachel
“That’s amazing Ava.”

Sherri
“You know what they say…Once you black…”

I rolled my eyes yet again, seeming to be a trend with this conversation. As Sherri had a laugh knowing how annoyed I was at her for accusing me of doing all this to get with these guys. It was a big deal for me, and Rachel’s serious answer made me realize it even more.

Adorabelle
“But promise me, we’ll chat at least one time every day ok? I mean unless it’s a very busy, busy day. Even then, we can find at least a few minutes to get in touch. Maybe I’ll even bring my lab top into the show’s, give you guys a little backstage pass.

Sherri
“I just want to see the house you’re staying in.”

Rachel
“Yeah we better be invited over eventually.”

I had already thought about before, how great it would be to be able to have my friends come by and see the place I’d be living. But at the same time, it wasn’t even my house I was just a guest. And even more so the last thing I needed was my friend’s embarrassing me in front of Shark or anyone else that mind be at that house. For a bad guy, Shark seemed to be friend’s with seemingly everybody. I couldn’t imagine the house being very quiet, but I didn’t need it to be. I could sleep through a storm, a music show, anything just knowing that I was out of my house. I nodded my head at them preparing to let them know that it might be a bit before I could pull anything like that off, if ever. But before I could, Rachel’s phone ring. Just by the ring tone I could tell it was her mom, I cringed a bit knowing that she was swinging by to pick up Rachel and Sherri for a family gathering, the two were practically sisters. She finished up her conversation and we all stood up from our little made couch area, as she walked to me and hugged me.

Rachel
“Well we’ve got to go, but congrats girl. You deserve it.”

Sherri
“Don’t have too much fun with Shark’s mask.”

She couldn’t even deliver the last joke right, I shrugged it off and released Rachel to go in for a hug with Sherri as I knew it might be a little while before I saw them go. For them, they were still going to have each other and sure we might still talk on Skype. But that wasn’t really the same; I was going to be on the opposite side of the world from them soon. They waved at me and walked out the door, it clearly didn’t effect them the same way it did me as I plopped back down onto the couch, my life was about to completely change. I was going to be on my own, living in the house of a man that I’d never even met face to face and would probably not even get the chance to meet him face to face due to his busy schedule. I was going to be out of my parent’s house, which I’d always really wanted but now that it was nearing coming true, it felt a bit surreal. How was I going to handle all this? How was I going to deal with this humongous change in my life? I wouldn’t have any friends, family…even an acquaintance that I could talk to. It was my dream ever since I was a little girl and suddenly it all felt like too much. I wasn’t going to cry was I? No way. I couldn’t let myself, this was my dream. This is what I had always wanted and I couldn’t let my brain start to play games on me. Who needs friends? I’d only spent my entire child hood with the girls that just walked out the door. Who needs family? My parent’s were gone most of the time anyways, who needed financial support and guidance through life? I’d always considered myself rather strong, but suddenly I felt really weak. But I had one hope, that this would all be for the better. That this entire change of scenario, that throwing away the world I knew would pay off. Because if I had it my way, I’d have the love of the fans in IWF to fuel me. Who knows maybe I might make a few friends as well? That would be nice. I was used to being Ms. Popular at my school, and that was just being myself. Now suddenly I had to step into a world full of competition, hatred, and bitterness as the little eighteen year old that everyone knows is trying to steal their place. But there was one thing I knew I couldn’t let happen, I couldn’t let them know how scared I was. I couldn’t show them how nervous I was, and most of all I couldn’t show them any of my weaknesses. Because in this world, only the strong survive…

Besides, I have nothing to lose.

IT ALL STARTED WITH A WITCH

How fitting would it be that my journey would all start with a wicked…witch? It almost made me feel like I was Dorothy, tossed into a whole new world and right away without any hesitation I was given no time to think, instead I’d just be tossed right into a battle with that very same wicked witch. I’d need it all wouldn’t I? I couldn’t just go into battle with this witch as the cowardly, stupid, and heartless little lost girl could I? No. She’d eat me alive. And that’s why I’d started my journey this week from the start, trying to find all the things I needed to overcome this wicked witch known as Nekora Ladyhawke. And it all started with the first thing I knew that I had all along, the brains. I may not be the smartest person alive, I’ll admit to having my fair share of C’s in school. I’ll even admit to a few D’s here and there, though that was mostly due to a lack of effort more then anything. But brains here in the land they call the IWF, were much different. You weren’t solving math problems out there in the ring. You were surveying your opponent, realizing their strengths and weaknesses and realizing the things that you could do on a week to week basis that would allow you to overcome in the ring. At first, I doubted myself in this regard. I mean I’d never wrestled; did I really have the brains here in IWF? But then I realized, I’d be doing that exact same thing ever since I was a little girl and I saw my first match. It was something I’d done a lot of, while watching the weakly matches. I’d survey them both and pick a winner determining which was better where and why. I’d been getting myself trained for this since I was a little girl and I hardly even knew it. So I knew right then and there that this problem had been solved. There were no weak straw’s here, I had been like a scare crow my entire life just watching and soaking in every single bit of what was going on. And just like that, I realized that I had the first thing I needed to beat the wicked witch, brains.

But brains alone weren’t going to get me by; guys like Macdonald aren’t exactly scientists now are they? They didn’t rely solely on there brains no, no they had to rely on something deep inside. Something that keeps everything going, the most vital organ in the body…the heart. And not in the literal sense, I wasn’t really worried about my heart stopping out there…Though I probably will have a nightmare or two now that I thought about it. I’d never been in a fight; it was probably not something anyone wanted to hear about the new girl. But it was the truth, I hadn’t. So likewise I could say I’d never really had to be put to the test of overcoming a butt kicking. However I’d grown up with that heart as well. I recall being one of the clumsiest people in the world; I could barely walk without knocking something over. So the thought of one day ending up a gymnast as well as a cheerleader seemed doubtful. Though that heart, I fought back and decided that I wasn’t going to let them kick me around like a tin can. I didn’t need any oil to get myself going, I just had the drive to do it. And through that I found a way to end up being a very average gymnast but also the Cheer Captain on my school’s team. By now the wicked witch had to be shaking in her socks right? Because I knew that I had the heart as well.

That left me with just one thing left, bravery. This one I had to say was the worst of them all because this one I was not sure I actually had. I am nervous beyond words; I am scared beyond belief, because this is all or nothing for me. In this world you only get one chance at a first impression and unlike the wicked witch I didn’t have fancy little clothes or crazy spells to get myself noticed. I was just a normal girl, trying to make it big and I found myself wondering if deep down I even had that bravery inside of me. Without it what good were all the brains and all the heart if I wasn’t even willing to get into the battle? They were worthless. As were all three parts, you couldn’t win with two, one, or any combination other then all three. And as I thought to myself I had a lot of doubts, was this really going to work? Nekora is bigger then me, she’s older then me, she’s got like magic or something. But the more I thought about it the more I realized that when the time came I would surely step to the plate because all these fears and worries were just in my head and when I went out to that ring I was going to show why I was the King or rather the Queen of the jungle. There was no lion’ that I was scared but it was healthy kind of fear, I’m sure everyone has it on their first time. And the more I thought about the more I realized when the time came, I’d have my bravery.

With all that the wicked witch truly did not stand a chance when she and I met in the ring. Because I had my brains, I had my heart, and I had the bravery and I was willing to bet mine against hers any time. Nekora may be a veteran in this world, she’s been here a week which in reality is quite the help. However, she also has the experience of losing in IWF. And the best part of my own worries and fears? Was knowing that despite her little act, she knew deep down that there was no spell in her little book to rid her of her inner doubts. There was no spell that made her forget the fact that she lost last week in her debut and that tonight all the pressure is on her. I’m the eighteen year old, in my first match ever. She’s the wicked witch that’s supposed to send me back to Kansas. But that’s the thing, I left my Kansas a few weeks ago and when I click my little red shoes together I find myself realizing that my home isn’t in Kansas anymore. No, no.

My home is IWF now.

And my first set task will be ridding the ‘Underground’ once and for all of the wicked witch. Nekora, they should call you Toto cause you got a lot more bark then bite. But come our match, I’ll have everyone singing along because…

THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAD.

Subject: Re: Adorabelle [vs] Nekora Ladyhawke Wed Aug 14, 2013 6:37 pm

Once i got to the arena and got my clothes on, I did one final reading in the locker room. Pulling out the deck of cards from my cloak, i began to listen to the spirits around me. Closing my eyes, i listened to what they had to say to me about this girl i was facing, Adorabelle.

"She's only Eighteen. A Rookie. She barely has any power in the Wrestling world. All she is, is a little fish...in a big, poisoned pond. And soon, she'll feel the toxins flooding her tiny body and want to give up." One spirit told me.

"She has no idea who she's facing. She may have a little experience, but you have the skills needed to win."

"I understand what the spirits are telling me, But there's just one thing this little girl needs to know. This isn't some backyard shit she's getting into. This is big time. Sure, She's cute...but cuteness will only get you so far. And i bet her brains are in her chest instead of that pretty little head of hers. She has absolutely no idea what trouble she's just got herself into, facing me. I have a spell that will blind both her judgment, and her eyes at the same goddess-damn time. There's nothing to worry about, cause the spirits who talk to me...are on my side." I tell them as i grin at the "Death" card i just pulled, laughing at it with a grin.

Death. A Card no one really wants to see. Cause it means..."The End is coming". And in my mind's eye, i know this little bubblegum princess will be knocked off her preppy little high horse. I shall be the one who ends her career before it even god damn starts. There's no place here for a cutesy-lollipops and kittens-thinks Justin Beiber is the shit-pink sugar cotton candy little girl like her in the IWF. She's gonna find out soon, That once you follow the trail to the Witch's house, You're not gonna make it out alive. I say a quick prayer to both Gaia and to God,pulling the cards back into my cloak. But i also slip an odd capsule or two into my bra, both filled with an eerie black powder.

"Thank you, Spirits whom have come to see me before my match with Adorabelle, I Thank you for your help. It was greatly appreciated. I hearby ask that you depart from the sacred circle i have cast, and ask you may return any time you want once i invoke the powers again, Blessed be."

The capsules i have hidden, Well...you'll never find out until i use them in my match. As I've said before and i'll say it again..."Once you make it to the Witch's house, You're not gonna make it out alive." And this little bitch is gonna find that out soon enough. It's time for the Witch of IWF to cast her magic upon this little pain in the ass.

I Grin and take a small cauldron out from my bag and head outside for a little bit to cast a quick spell. I placed a picture of Adorabelle in the center of it and take a match out from a small book of matches i carry for my candles. Time to cast my magic.

"You've angered the wrong Witch
And now you must pay.
You may call me a bitch
but that's okay.
Now you will fear me
And Karma will come to you.
You've angered the wrong Witch.
What goes around, comes back times two.
Remember...You brought this on yourself."

I drop the match onto the picture and let it burn before i empty the small metal cauldron, putting it back in my bag, and headed back into the arena, my blood red lips curving into a wicked grin.

"By the pricking of my thumbs....SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES!"

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