They sure like talking out their asses, don't they...
by Devilz Child (CCW World Champion)
Devilz Child watched with boredom as the men departed to the back, leaving only herself, Undead Enigma, and Chris Blade within the ring. She had heard several claims to them all wanting to overthrow her, to take the World Championship from her hands. The only problem with that was not a one of them really knew how to accomplish such a thing. Not one of them...
Save possibly the entity standing across from her.
She locked eyes with Enigma, a minute smirk upon her scarred lips. "Well, now that the children have come to whine, bitch, piss, moan, and throw their tantrums at not getting their way," she stated, "it's adult time."
Her brown eyes flickered over to Mister Blade for a moment, but he was of no consequence to her. He could blow all the hot air he'd like; she would simply turn the fan on, and let it go right back at him.
Returning her attention solely to Enigma, Devilz Child raised her chin. "You know the funny thing about all these dolts coming down and saying how they wish the world was, thinking they are the be-alls and end-alls? They forget that we've been there, we've done that." A humorous glint entered her eyes as she added with amusement, "We've got the t-shirts, snowglobes, and campy tourist pictures."
The smirk fell quickly. "So that just leaves you as my main opposition, doesn't it? In fact, now that Kveldulf the Reaver has been destroyed, I'd go so far as to say you're my only remaining and true adversary. My nemesis, my arch rival. And that, there, gives me right to say that yes, you have fallen, Enigma. You've fallen off the radar, and become nothing more than a simpering little fool with cheap, plastic cohorts like Smash."
There wasn't much indication that her words affected him, but a teeny, tiny twitch in the face was noticed by the brunette demoness. Devilz Child carried on as though she hadn't seen it, giving him that slight bit of dignity. Funny; she never really cared about the egos of her enemies before. She chalked that up to the pesky annoyance housed deep within her being, seeping ever so slowly into her blood like poison. "Yes, I saw her, Enigma. The flames, the blood, the guts and gore she amassed. Everything. And you know what..."
Devilz Child stepped closer to Enigma, craning her neck back to look him as best in the eye as she could. "She waits, and she'll keep waiting because if I have my say, her hunger will never be quenched. She will remain locked away deeply, never to emerge again." Here, she gave a small smile. "But I know you want her to come out and play. So here's where we make a side wager, Enigma." She shifted the World Title on her shoulder, lowering her lashes to peer at its glistening face before raising her eyes again.
This time, her voice was low, challenging. It held the ability to send a riot of shivers through the listening audience. "If you should ever again return to your former glory, Engima, if you should ever become better than the pathetic excuse for a rotting corpse that stands before me right now, if you should ever best me in a fight, in a match, what-have-you..."
The pupils of her brown eyes drilled deep into the face of Undead Enigma, never breaking contact.
"...I'll let you bring her out."
Fans were confused with all the cryptic speak being thrown between the champion and the former Black Regime leader, though nonetheless, they were excited for any and all kinds of brutality that could come about due to these two and their need to be better than all others. They couldn't imagine what the two Creatures were actually talking about, nor the horrors it could inflict upon the world.
Enigma barely contained the urge to grin, but he managed which was lucky for him as the woman stepped back, giving him a sly grin of her own. "But as I see it, that day shall never come to pass, so I'm sure I remain quite safe with placing that term to you. I highly doubt you'll be able to prove me wrong." She walked to the ropes slowly, leaving the two remaining men with puzzled looks as she stepped between them and hopped out of the ring. As she backed toward the ramp, she looked back at them. "Good luck with your bid to claim number one contender status, Enigma."
The microphone dropped from her hand as she turned around, heading up the ramp, a small smile of victory upon her face. Perhaps lighting the fires underneath the dregs in the company had been a good idea after all...
