Smoking out the past

There was another sound now other then the usual creaking of the house, footsteps, light footsteps approaching, getting louder with each passing step. The creator a cloaked figure, a long black cloak, and a large hood covering her head, how do we know it’s a her? Long blonde locks hanging from under the hood, and lips wearing the softest pink lipsticks, and delicate hands, rising up to the hood now taking it down and revealing Aurora Snow, as she made it to the middle of the room, to the chair and sat down. She reached over and grabbed a candle, tipping it slightly and letting the wax pour to the floor. Her eyes never leaving the candle, the flame, it put her into a trance, a trance that seemed like it’d never end but that was until we actually heard her speak.

Aurora: it’s been a good Year or so since I’ve been in the ring, a year full of pint up aggression, still aching to get out and unleash itself upon someone, upon the people in my life that caused the anger I should not be feeling. It’s been a sick obsession of mine since I was seventeen, A sick obsession that will never go away, because the more I inflict the pain the more I enjoy it. The more I hunt for the dangerous feel of seeking revenge the more I want to feel it. So what do I do to feel that dangerous feeling? I join War and pick a fight with one of the two stables in War. The Devil’s Rejects and who better to pick a fight with. A team full of people whom I’ve either faced before in the ring, or whom I know. Al Cohol a former boss, Chaos a former opponent or possible or possible opponent, not really concerned with that, my real reason for coming to War has to do with one man and one man only, the man that hurt me the most.

Aurora stands up taking a candle with her and walks across the room now to the far end and passes the window, as the light shines across the room now where she is trekking. The light reveals another little end table where there are some more candles. They were down quite far now they had defiantly been used here before and using the candle she had brought with her, she lights the rest on the end table, holding the one in her hand still. Here she is standing in front of a collage on the wall, her back turned to the camera she begins to speak.

Aurora: For all this time I’ve done nothing but think of this man, watch him closely, see what he had become without me, watched him created stable after stable to acquire what he felt when he was with me. I can tell he’s never felt that again with anyone, this is why the Devil’s Rejects are slowly dying away just like the rest. This is why Al Cohol is not longer with them. He cannot escape me, he can no longer hide, it’s soon time he embrace what’s coming to him from abandoning me, so long ago. For choosing the good over me, but I can see it oozing out, the side of him that still wants to be with me, be like me.

A slow laugh escapes her lips now as she raised the candle in her hand and stepping to the side so the camera could see what she was obviously trying to show. This collage was a collection of articles from magazines, online articles and pictures of Tommy Siretta. Picture after picture, pictures of his matches, clippings from shows, some of when he was champion.

Aurora: He became a champion sure, but how long did that truly last? He needs me, he’s just not willing to admit this and now because of this….

She looks at the camera and bites her lip, putting the flame close to one of the pictures now as she watched it burn, catching more and more of the pictures with it. She grins and starts to back away from the wall now, picking up a can on her way.

Aurora: the games have to start, my games, revenge.

Cameraman: Lady what are you doing?

She dumps the contents of the can over the floor just below the pictures and walks toward the camera and just out of it’s view before she speaks.

Aurora: Smoking out the past and making it a future, full of fun and revenge.

She laughs as the first picture has fallen and dropped to the floor. The contents of the can on the floor blow up slightly.

Cameraman: oh shit I am out of here.

The camera drops and all we see before the camera cuts out is the one picture that fell to the floor, burning up, a picture of Siretta.

Scene 2:The Promo:
The scene opens with Aurora Snow walking backstage of the War arena, in a pair of tight black jeans and a black tank top that pushed up her breasts, in the front of this shirt was a cross printed in rhinestones. She had her hair down and there was a tiara on her head. There was the sound of her own heals clicking against the floor, but then the rapid sound of another’s heals. Aurora turns her head slightly to see who was running behind her. It was interviewer Miss Kittie. Aurora just smirked and turned her head back to watch where she was walking, not even willing to give Miss Kittie a chance, she was not the interview type.

Miss Kittie: Aurora, Aurora Snow may I please have a word?

Aurora smirks and without even turning her head she speaks.

Aurora: You sure can, and that word is no.

Miss Kittie: That’s harsh, I just want your views on your match.

Aurora: No

Miss Kittie: What a bitch.

Aurora just smirks as she heads down the hallway still, she could stop and beat the holy hell out of this interviewer but she had better things to do, she had a cameraman waiting for her in her locker room, and she’d not settle for anything other then that right now. She arrived to her locker room and stepped inside and just like she asked for there was a cameraman waiting.

Cameraman: Are you ready now?

Aurora: Why yes I am, roll camera.

The guy does as he is told as Aurora sits down in her comfortable chair she had ordered in just for her own locker room. She crosses her legs and rests her arms on the arms of the chair. She looks into the camera now and begins her promo.

Aurora Snow: So here I am, War. Never thought I’d step foot back into the wrestling ring, but things change and moments come and go, this was my moment to step into action and play my game. So my first match is against three men, three men of whom I have never heard of in my 5 years as a wrestler, but they are opponents none the less. This match is for title rankings, not sure which one this will be, but who cares, it’s a title and I can honestly say I am honored to be even given this chance so early on.

So let me break this down, who are my opponents. And what do I know about them? JD Nitro, the self proclaimed living legend. Can’t be too legendary if I haven’t heard of him. I understand one thing about this man, he’s known to be a cocky one, I can tell you this much now, cocky gets you nowhere in the ring with me , except a one way trip to the sole of my shoe and your back against the mat as you become my bitch, yeah I can say I am a little cocky too, but I am actually able to back this big mouth of mine up. I did some research on you Mr. Nitro and I discovered a little something about your past, maybe it common knowledge, but I understand that your mother was a whore, and you were a junky gangster. No surprises here. Lets you been close to death many time, been there done that, got the t shirt, would you like one? One thing baffled me about you however, how a drug user is even able to accomplish anything in life, let alone get through school and have the money to make it through college, is there anything you’d like to fess up to? A man that just has that momma that can pick his dirty drug ridden body up off the streets and make him a better man, find himself a winning lottery ticket and become a millionaire overnight, well aren’t you just something, glad to know you worked long and hard for that money my friend. All I see here Mr Nitro is a man that was so pathetic get a shot at a real life and still didn’t do anything about it. Did you help your mommy out with that money, do you do anything for anyone else so they wouldn’t get thrown into the same life you had to endure once upon a time? I’ll bet you didn’t you selfish bastard, well that’s ok you little junkie, cause Miss Snow is here and ready to make sure that little catchphrase can’t be used her and have any meaning what so ever. I am the Queen here and you are not my man, therefore you my friend are far from being a king. Bon Chance.

Kruger….a man that doesn’t know his own name? So what is it? Johnny or Kennedy? Acquiring minds would love to know. Is this what happens when you spend 5 years in the Marines, you forget your real identity ? Whose cares there isn’t much I am concerned with here, and why is that, because you haven’t even taken the time to attempt a rash and stern exchange of words with any of your opponents, do you think you are better then us in some way, because I am ready to burst that bubble right away before you disappoint yourself any further. Now listen here Mr. Kruger, you may think you are quite the human being for serving your country, but to me you are just another person that stands in my way of championship gold. Trust me, you don’t want to be that person. So do yourself a favor stop wasting our time and stay out of the way.

Last but not least Matt Dean, the man I am very much looking forward to beating the holy hell out of, you have been nothing but an embarrassment to this company since you’ve gotten here, if I were Dark Shadow and Gerard Christ I would have fired your ass already and washed my hands of you, but apparently they are a little more lenient then I am. Lucky you. You were lucky they let you acquire a job here in the first place, a drug dealer, that’s really appealing, apparently they feel like giving job to convicts around here. That’s ok though, always looking to turn their lives around after endangering themselves and the ones they love. How does that make you feel, because in my opinion you should really feel like a pile of shit. Now I am have given you little bitches something to complain about, let me hear something soon, would love the comedy show right now. Don’t keep me waiting now.

She winks into the camera and uncrosses her legs standing up pushing the cameraman out of the way, the scene ends with the camera fading to black as the camerman falls to the floor.