The lights went down suddenly, and remained dark while the notes and lyrics of Guns n Rose's 'Black Leather' crawled through the sound system. Suddenly, with a sonic boom that disrupted the music for a split-second, a large ball of rolling, hot flames descended from the ceiling of the arena, throwing shadows into the dimly lit vicinity. The fans were riveted by it, watching without blinking their mortal eyes in fear of missing something important. The fireball circled about the ring, just hovering over the ropes before it floated into the middle of the square. It quivered softly, only to erupt with a roar into one massive, fiery column that extended well above the ring, flames licking at the steel beams overhead. Once the fire disappeared, all that was left within the ring was Devilz Child, a half smile upon her scarred lips as she stared at Kane2000. Her eyes reflected the color of the flames from which she had emerged only to slowly return to their natural dark brown.
Calf-high, black leather bitch boots were on her feet, accompanied by the black dagger sheath that settled at her ankle, the Legend of the Vampire's Curse residing there. The rest of her body was adorned not by her usual ring attire, but instead by a burgundy halter top with an extremely low-plunging neckline, her back left bare, and dark blue denim jeans, a drop chain dangling between her breasts, the Devilz Child and sibling marking tattoos bared to be seen like brands on cattle. Her long, ebony tresses were loose, flowing down her back to her waist, tendrils framing her face.
As her theme died down, it dawned on several individuals that this woman was not dressed for combat in the least. Well, perhaps the boots. However, boots or not, her attire seemed to be made up more of something one wore to a club rather than to battle the behemoth across from her in the ring.
Both competitors eyed one another, taking their measure and trying their damnedest to intimidate something out of the other. Half a smirk took up residence on Devilz Child's scarred lips, and she inclined her head just a tad in respect to the champion. Gaining possession of a microphone from one of the ringside techs, the brunette brought it toward her mouth.
"Kane, must we play this game?" she asked calmly, soothingly even. "I have made my thoughts known to you on this issue. Whether you choose to accept my help or not, my priorities are set. The family you desperately wish returned to you, I will find and do as I promised long ago, bring them back to rest in your arms. 'Tis up to you whether you will join me in doing so."
Stepping toward the champ, standing toe-to-toe with the monstrously tall man, she tilted her chin up in order to get a far more decent look at the guy's face. "I must ask, however.. do they mean so little to you that you would dally like this? Break into a fight with either person trying to persuade you that their help is the kind you need, instead of making a choice and seeing it through? Would it not be wiser to choose an ally, be it the right choice or not, in order to see their faces that much sooner?"
Devilz Child stepped back, giving Kane room as she let him absorb it fully. "I have not come down here to fight you, Kane. Our fighting is done for the time being. You have proven yourself worthy as a competitor. Maybe not quite as a champion, but that remains my personal opinion. Regardless, you have proven yourself to me, and now, I shall prove myself to you that my word is my promise to see your family safely into your home again. For had it not been my ego that had been wounded, they would be there right this moment, and none of this would have come to pass."
Collective gasps sounded through the arena.
The one known as Devilz Child, heartless and unapologetic, admitted to being in the wrong for having taken Kane's family to begin with.