Post by mikaxattano on Mar 11, 2024 21:14:00 GMT -5
Mika's grip tightened around the shard of glass, its jagged edges slicing into her palm. Blood mingled with her fury, fueling the darkness that clouded her mind. She stood amidst the shattered remains of what was once her sanctuary, the echoes of destruction reverberating in her ears like a sinister symphony.
Belladonna's mocking laughter echoed in Mika's memory, the taunts and jeers that had driven her to the edge of sanity. It wasn't enough that Belladonna had forced Mika's hand into an early match; But tonight, the balance of power would shift.
With a savage determination, Mika traced her steps back to that fateful encounter, the moment when Belladonna's recklessness had sealed her fate. In front of everyone all because her man was losing, Bella had to slap her. Had to drag her ass from annoying everyone with her beautiful commentary. That wasn't right. That wasn't how things went when Mika was holding the cards.
Now, as the shadows danced around her, Mika's mind swirled with visions of revenge. She had tasted the bitterness of betrayal, and it fueled a deranged desire for justice. Belladonna would pay for her sins, each one exacted with meticulous precision.
Mika's steps were soundless as she stalked through the night, a phantom of vengeance cloaked in darkness. Belladonna's destruction loomed ahead. But within the confines of those ropes lay the heart of Belladonna's torment, and Mika would tear it apart with a savage glee.
The night was pregnant with anticipation as Mika approached, her pulse quickening with each step. She could almost taste the satisfaction of her vengeance, a bitter-sweet symphony playing out in her mind. It was time for Belladonna to meet her reckoning, to face the consequences of her actions.
The shard of glass gleamed in Mika's hand, a weapon forged from her shattered dreams and fueled by her unyielding fury. With a deranged grin twisting her features, she stepped into the shadows, ready to unleash her wrath upon the one who had wronged her.
Tonight, Belladonna would learn that there were no escapes from the echoes of madness. And Mika would ensure that her revenge was as dark and twisted as the depths of her shattered soul.
"Belladonna," Mika hissed, the name dripping from her lips like venom. "You thought you could just hit me and get away with it? You thought you could leave me broken and bleeding before I ever got the chance to step back into the ring?"
Her voice echoed off the graffiti-covered walls, a symphony of rage and pain. Mika's hands trembled with a deranged fervor as she clutched a rusted pipe, her knuckles white with tension.
"You may have thought you were above the law, but not tonight," she spat, her voice laced with a dark determination. "Tonight, I'll make you pay for every drop of blood you spilled, for every shattered bone you left in your wake."
The memory of that fateful night fueled the fire within Mika's fractured mind. She could still hear the screech of tires, the sickening crunch of metal as Belladonna's car collided with her fragile form. But tonight, the tables would turn. Tonight, Mika would be the one to inflict pain and suffering.
A manic laughter bubbled up from the depths of her soul as she stepped out of the shadows, her eyes ablaze with madness.
"Run, Belladonna, Runn." she whispered, her voice a chilling promise. "But there's no escaping me. Not tonight. Not ever."
Belladonna's mocking laughter echoed in Mika's memory, the taunts and jeers that had driven her to the edge of sanity. It wasn't enough that Belladonna had forced Mika's hand into an early match; But tonight, the balance of power would shift.
With a savage determination, Mika traced her steps back to that fateful encounter, the moment when Belladonna's recklessness had sealed her fate. In front of everyone all because her man was losing, Bella had to slap her. Had to drag her ass from annoying everyone with her beautiful commentary. That wasn't right. That wasn't how things went when Mika was holding the cards.
Now, as the shadows danced around her, Mika's mind swirled with visions of revenge. She had tasted the bitterness of betrayal, and it fueled a deranged desire for justice. Belladonna would pay for her sins, each one exacted with meticulous precision.
Mika's steps were soundless as she stalked through the night, a phantom of vengeance cloaked in darkness. Belladonna's destruction loomed ahead. But within the confines of those ropes lay the heart of Belladonna's torment, and Mika would tear it apart with a savage glee.
The night was pregnant with anticipation as Mika approached, her pulse quickening with each step. She could almost taste the satisfaction of her vengeance, a bitter-sweet symphony playing out in her mind. It was time for Belladonna to meet her reckoning, to face the consequences of her actions.
The shard of glass gleamed in Mika's hand, a weapon forged from her shattered dreams and fueled by her unyielding fury. With a deranged grin twisting her features, she stepped into the shadows, ready to unleash her wrath upon the one who had wronged her.
Tonight, Belladonna would learn that there were no escapes from the echoes of madness. And Mika would ensure that her revenge was as dark and twisted as the depths of her shattered soul.
"Belladonna," Mika hissed, the name dripping from her lips like venom. "You thought you could just hit me and get away with it? You thought you could leave me broken and bleeding before I ever got the chance to step back into the ring?"
Her voice echoed off the graffiti-covered walls, a symphony of rage and pain. Mika's hands trembled with a deranged fervor as she clutched a rusted pipe, her knuckles white with tension.
"You may have thought you were above the law, but not tonight," she spat, her voice laced with a dark determination. "Tonight, I'll make you pay for every drop of blood you spilled, for every shattered bone you left in your wake."
The memory of that fateful night fueled the fire within Mika's fractured mind. She could still hear the screech of tires, the sickening crunch of metal as Belladonna's car collided with her fragile form. But tonight, the tables would turn. Tonight, Mika would be the one to inflict pain and suffering.
A manic laughter bubbled up from the depths of her soul as she stepped out of the shadows, her eyes ablaze with madness.
"Run, Belladonna, Runn." she whispered, her voice a chilling promise. "But there's no escaping me. Not tonight. Not ever."
