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Innocence is Ignorance
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Ms.Hyde Offline
Registered but either hasn't added self to a roster yet or doesn't RP



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Hardcore, psycho fans

(cheered for breaking rules and bones; excessively violent; creative with weapons)


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04-10-2018, 05:20 PM

Life was never easy for Zaynna but she took every obstacle on with a smile. She pretended to be ok even when all she really wanted was to die. She is a fighter who could have given up but didn't. Demi might be the one with power, the drive to hurt anyone and everyone in her way, but Zay was the one who fought in a never ending mental battle with herself. She went from hating herself and blaming herself to becoming carefree and loving the life given to her, no matter how messed up it was.

Everytime she was told she wasn't good enough she smiled and complemented the person who said it. Everytime someone told her she was ugly, stupid, or worthless she replied with words of wisdom and compassion, even if the person wasn't deserving of them. That takes real power, that takes more strength than anyone had. To pretend that words didn't hurt her, even the ones she said to herself, took strength. To cry behind closed doors but pull herself up took power no one else could possess. The reaction of smiling to the face that just tried to break you and complement something about them takes a lot more than muscles and weights.

Makeup and money can cover quit a bit but when it comes to what's on the inside, you can't cover that up with foundation and a few powders. Demi was ugly on the inside. She hated everyone and everything because that's what she was programed to do. She wasn't allowed to feel any other feelings other than lust and hatred. Zaynna on the other hand, she was beautiful on the inside and out. She didn't need anything to cover up the person she was and that was one reason Demi tries so hard to protect her. That, and the fact that Zay is the only innocence she has left.

Before Demi, Zay was the perfect girl next door. Natural blonde hair that hung down to her lower back. Mesmerizing blue/grey eyes that just seemed to look into your soul. A perfect little frame and all the things she would ever need until the day she died. She was a star student, only A's would make her happy and many friends who looked after her and loved her for being the sweet girl in school. She volunteered at the homeless shelter in town and even the animal shelter. She was well known and very much loved, unlike her unsavory counterpart. Her parents were rich and loving to their oldest daughter, it was a fairytale and Zay was the princess of her own storybook. But unlike Disney, her story was more of a Grimm's fairytale. One little slip up, one small laps in judgement, and she lost everything. The castle turned to white rooms with buzzing lights over head. Her California King bed turned to a simple twin with white sheets and a faded green blanket. Her friends and family were only a distant memory. She had nothing to her name and her Prince Charming turned out to be a snake.

It was all enough to break any person but it didn't break Zaynna. Zaynna kept her mental state intact while Demi took care of the body. Together they were an unstoppable, unbreakable team. No matter what they came face to face with the tag team knew they could count on the counterpart.


Sweat poured down in small glistening drips under Zay's poorly pulled up hair. Her heart was pounding vigorously as she laid on the bench under a long silver pole holding a total of 80 pounds. Tears streamed from her eyes and rushed down the sides of her face as she tried to pull the bar up for the tenth time but could feel her arms giving into the pressure. The bar came down with a- SLAMP! The steel bare sent out a loud noise that got everyone's attention in the gym. With a whimper lodged in her throat, Zay pulled herself off the bench to realize all eyes on her. Embarrassment set in as she didn't waste a moment to retreat to the locker room.

Sitting in one of the stalls inside of the locker bathroom, Zay cried and whimpered with her knees pulled up to her chest. She knew she was the weak link out of her and Demi. It showed in the past when a conflict arose and instead of standing her ground she ran for cover. However, it was both her and Demi's awareness of their mental state, of each other, and the fact each made up for what the other was missing that made them stronger. Zay didn't always believe in herself and this was one of those times. Normally Demi would step in and give Zay the rest she needed but this time Zay wasn't having it. It was almost as if she wanted to feel the embarrassment and failure so she wouldn't allow Demi to take over. Zay was able to block Demi out, not easily but she could still do it.

Zay could hear a few voices coming from the opposite side of the stall door. She looked up from her knees then unlocked the stall door- Click! She pushed it open with her foot before realizing the locker room was no longer behind that door. She stood up and pushed the door all the way open to reveal a grimy hotel bathroom that spelt of sex, piss, and marijuana. Pinching her nose with her newly manicured fingers, she stepped out of the stall and into the bathroom.

She felt uneasy as if something could pop out and touch her at any moment. She started to turn around and walk back into the stall when she noticed the stall was no longer there. A hotel room with three beds covered in rat feces and ripped to shreds replaced the stall. Two girls, seemingly between the ages of 12 and 15, sat on two of the beds in long white t-shirts. They didn't appear to be dirty or even hurt, the seemed numbed. Their eyes were drowsy as their eyelids hung heavily over their eyes.

Um, hello.

Zaynna walked into the room and she felt scared. She couldn't place why she felt this way but that uneasy feeling hung over her like a large black mass. She looked down to see her gym shorts and bedazzled pink shirt was now a white t-shirt that barely made it to her knees. She closed her eyes and tried, she tried hard to make this stop by reminding herself that she hadn't taken her medication before leaving the hotel room. It was in this moment she realized the uneasy feeling was something missing from her. Demitria.

He's coming soon.

Zaynna's eyes opened slowly as she looked over to the girl on the bead nearest to her. Her dirty blonde hair hung in her face, slightly matted but freshly washed. She wore bruises on her arms and legs and something was tired around her ankle. It was a green tie, a familiar looking tie.

Before Zaynna could say anything the girl in the next bed over began to convulse. Her black hair covered over her eyes as they rolled into the back of her head. Her body lifted and contorted like it was being possessed. White foam escaped her mouth coating her gargling grunts.

They gave her to much. I think she might be dying.

Her voice was calm as if knowing the other girl was perfectly fine. Zaynna was stuck in place, her body frozen in fear. In her mind, she was screaming for someone to help while she tried to prop the girl up. In reality, the girl was dying and convulsions while Zaynna stood still.

The door swung open- WHAM! and I man walked in. He was quick to knock Zaynna back with his arm causing her to hit her head on the wall behind her and slide down. She watched the man pull his zipper down with a quickness before sliding himself inside of the girl convulsing.

Wait-

Zaynna's voice was barely audible under her breath. She watched the man finish and his body relaxing on top of the girl as her body relaxed too. He pulled himself away from her, dripping cum as he did. He pulled her away from the pillow on the bed by her shirt and wiped himself with it before leaving her to fall halfway off the bed. With a THUD!- her face hit the floor and the rest of her laid motionless aside from her finger twitching before- it didn't. Zaynna looked over at the other girl, her eyes locked on the man still standing in the room with a large smile on his face.

The man took a deep breath and looked over at Zaynna. She was able to get a good look at the stubble of hair on his face in the shape of a beard. His brown hair was neatly slicked back revealing Iranian features. His deep brown, almost black, eyes struck her soul and made her shake uncontrollably. He smiled at her before swiftly walking over to her while she still sat on the ground. A loud NO! and screaming followed his actions as Zaynna tried to scratch at his arms.

*In a New Zealand accent* You can't be in here! The police have already been call!

I'm her nurse.

Zaynna looked up and saw Ashley handing their badge over to a woman while a crowd gathered around her in the bathroom. When Ashley caught sight of Zay looking up they dropped down to their knees and held Zay's head in the palms of their hands.

Can you hear me? You had an episode, are you hurt?

Zay began to realize the extent of what happened as her eyes happened to notice a woman sitting on the group with her back against the lockers. Another woman was holding her arm and asking questions. It wasn't long before police came and began talking to the woman----

And then you wanted to talk to Ashley.

Zaynna's bottom lip began to shiver and her eyes started to fill with tears.

Am I in trouble?

She looked up at the cop standing in front of her with a note pat in his hand. His expression was stone as he closed it, placed the pen inside of the spiral on top of the notebook, and looked at Zaynna.

No charges were pressed against you but we needed to know what happend to put in the call report. The woman who was trying to help was fortunately not harmed aside from a few scratches to her arm.

Zaynna began to cry as she lowered her head, placed her hands on either side of her, and gripped at her hotel mattress. The officer turned to Ashley who was standing in the doorway.

And you said when you woke up this morning she was missing?

Yes.

It wasn't his fault.

Calmness swept over the room as both the officer and Ashley turned their attention to Demi. She stood up from the bed while wiping a tear from her cheek and crossing her arms over her chest.

I didn't take my medication this morning before going to the gym even though I knew I was having issues. It won't happen again.

The officer, seemingly confused, looked at Demi then Ashley.

Is that all you needed?

Yes.

Good, since I'm not being charged with anything I'll show you to the exit.

Demitria walked over to the officer and lead him to the hotel room door. Once he was outside of the room he began to ask a question but was cut off by the door slamming in his face. Demi turned around, her arms crossed over her chest. Ashley was sitting on the couch slouching over with their hands in their hair. Their elbows dug into the top of their legs as they ran their hands through their hair and placed them together under their chin.

This isn't like Zaynna.

She's going through something but she's doing it recklessly. If it wasn't for that woman in the locker room being "nice" enough not to press charges we could have been behind bars and I would have missed my fucking match. She just better hope this doesn't get back to XWF.

It will be.

Ashley pointed toward the room causing Demi to look over and notice a guy with a camera.

Don't you fuckers have anything better to do than tape everything going on before a fucking match?!

Demi angrily walked over to the camera and knocks it from the man's hands. It falls and hits the ground- Crack! Even with the screen completely black audio can still be heard from within the hotel room.

What are you going to do?

I neen to verbally abuse someone and fix this mess.



Innocence is ignorance


Sit down and stop fucking crying.

Manly grunts and undertones of whimpering are heard from behind the camera, a crack visible going from right to left and rooting off to the left side. The room is dark, very dark.

Wh-What are you doing?

Demi laughs before the sound of straps being pulled together sounds off.

Making sure you can't leave even if things get a little- scary?

The audio only comes in from the right before another strap sounds off. Demi laughs again before a light bulb seemingly coming from nowhere lights up her distorted face in front of the cracked camera.

I thought it was only fair that since we got to hear about what it's like in Zaynna's head you should get a little peak in mind. *Manic Laughter- then suddenly it stops* See, my mind is a little tricky, a little dark, a little- scary. It isn't for the faint of heart. My mind is like the circus and I'm the ringleader.

The light turns off and a loud screech breaks the silence in the room.

What the hell?!

Shut up!

Demi's laugher follows shortly after her command.

You know what's the scariest thing in this world? It's not a bitch that can bark or a clumsy alien. The scariest thing in the world is looking in the face of someone who is- Mad. Someone who is actually crazy and doesn't have to fake it. I've been nice up to this point. I'm bit back a lot to keep my career here going, but times are changing.

A loud buzzing noise goes off on either side of the camera and red lights illuminate the walls covered in markings and graffiti. The morphed picture focuses on one light in particular that switches to blue. Inside of a large glass container sits an Alien; long fingers, big brainy head, and grey like Jenny Myst's personality.

Allow me to introduce you to our first act, the Alien. Is it a guy? Maybe it's a girl? Let's find out.

The silhouette of two females, big breasted and beautiful in everyway, enter the scene from behind the red lights. Dressed in seductive red and black lingerie they enter through the back of the container and behind to stroke the aliens leg seductively and nibble at its neck. Suddenly, a ten inch boner arises from between the aliens as the girls begin to giggle and look on with lustful intent.

Now I've seen my fair share of cock and pus and I have to say, that is no clit! *Girls giggling in the back* Well, Vinnie Lane, if you need someone to inspect Erebus at Warfare I have two lovely willing ladies perfect for that task!

The girls giggle under hushed tones before what would better be described as an oddly satisfying porno begins in the background.

Alright, enough of this shit. *The blue light flicks off with the sound of moans filling the room* Is it bad that I'm getting wet for an Alien? Erebus's human skin is kinda ugly but when he's fully blown Alien- Damn. I've been keeping up with the news on his genitalia and I'm going to volunteer as tribute to give him a boner. I know he's got a hubby but I don't mind being a homewrecker, it's fun in my opinion. I say give the man a physical after our match because when I'm done with him he won't need Viagra. *Growl then snap of the teeth* I can't wait to wrap my little legs around his neck and pull him in so I can- SNAP! *Giggles* oops, looks like my girls have the same idea as I do. I guess I'm like a black widow, I get my satisfaction and eliminate the deadweight. Erebus is dead weight in this match and might not even make it to the match. *Giggles followed by her finger moving back and forth barely visible* I don't think you want in this match, Erebus. After all, you do like being able to walk right? You like breathing with your lungs and not a tube? After all, I like to play with my mice before I eat them. I like to break their bones and listen to them squeal out in pain. I love watching the blood rush from their eye sockets as I rip their little eyes from their skull. Do you want to be my mouse Erebus?

*Maniacal laughter* Besides, your head is obviously up in the stars as it is. You aren't focused on this match, you are to busy jumping from universe to universe so this match apparently isn't worth your time. You aren't the only one with your head elsewhere, Jenny Myst is to busy trying to improve Chris Chaos's career to focus on her own fucking match. *Tisk Tisk* No wonder Rider called you his lacky, you are! *Laughing* That's so fucking sad! Not sad for you, sad for him. Maybe instead of being in a tag team match this week he should take Erebus's place because I'm not sensing a penis present in his pants. Actually, I think Myst and Chaos share a penis so maybe she doesn't belong in this match either *Shhh* don't tell management! *Laughter*

But Myst will get her time to shine in no time, just wait. As for Erebus, why do you want to do this match when you know you have a penis? To beat up on girls? Are you bored? Oh no, I get it, you have a cock waiting at home so you can get that anytime. You want something a little- different. My kind of Alien. I know the feeling, cock is all fun but having a pussy once in a while is like a breath of fresh air. Well, unless it's Jenny Myst's pussy, then it smells like the fish harbor. *Places fingers pinched together on nose* [/i]I thought she would know what a douche is because she has Chris but I guess she doesn't have need for them, you know, with that penis she took from Chaos. More of a reason why you don't want to be in this match, Erebus. Then again- maybe you do, Myst seems right up your ally, a She Male. That's why you want to keep going with this match so bad [i]*pouts* and here I thought it was because you wanted some fun from me. Guess half of my fun is going to be taken away. At least I still get to ring that little Alien neck of yours I guess. I like it when a man begs and you will be doing a lot of that on Warfare. Get your head out of the clouds Mr.Spaceman, it'd be a real shame if I don't get a lot of play time.

Demi steps into a white light in the middle of the room. Her hair falls over her tits that are barely covered by the ringmaster tank top she has on. Her black pointed nails tap at the fishnet stockings covering her legs under a pair of frilly lace black underwear. The smirk on her face is distorted thanks to the crack on the lens of the camera as she looks downward.

I can't say I have much more to say about you Erebus. You don't seem to have your head in this game and I have to say it makes things rather boring from my side. Sure, you're little transmissions are fun to watch, like a movie, but what do they give to this match? All I got from them is you are clumsy on your feet and you have a dick waiting at home. In this match, you are nothing.

Now! Before moving onto our next traction I am going to need a volunteer!*Crickets* You there!

Demi points to the camera with a devious smile stretched across her red painted lips, her eyes locked on the camera.

I can't.

Nonsense! Come on down!

Giggles sound off from behind the camera as it's hoisted up into the air, switching hands with one of the girls from earlier. The other girl pulls the chair back to where both front legs of the chair and in the air while she scoots him into the light in the middle of the ring. The straps on his legs and waist are now seen with the light on him.

Now then.

The girl who moved the camera man rolls in a box with five slits in the top. She smiles, bows, then a man comes from the shadows his face unseen because of the crack in the lens.

I'm not going in that!

Oh darling, you have no choice I'm afraid. After all, you volunteered!

Demi breaks out into manic laughter as the man from the shadows pulls the camera man from the chair, breaking the restrains in the process, and locks him in the box. He screams out with a shaky voice thanks to fear. Demi stands as a sword is handed to her.

This is a demistraintion of what happens when you piss me off.

Demi walks over to the box and -Slice! She forces the sword deeper and deeper into the box. The camera man screams out in pain, his blood curdling noises only causing Demi to laugh.

If it wasn't already obvious, I like pain. I like breaking bones, I like spilling blood, and I really love it when I just snap. *Another scream* Oh, what was that? You want more? Alright!

Demi drives another sword into the box as blood begins to seep from the cracks and drip onto the concrete ground. Giggles can be heard from behind the camera as the camera man begins to beg and plead to be let go.

Let you go? Now why on earth would I do that? I'm just getting started! *Another sword into the box* Isn't this fun?! Are you entertained?! I am! *Laughing with another sword in the box* Whether I win or lose I know I'll have fun this week making bowling balls out of Erebus and Myst's skulls!

The maniacal laughing grows louder as the last sword is plunged into the box. The camera man begins to escret blood from his mouth as he lay motionless, probably dead.

Oopsie *giggles* looks like I might have taken it a bit to far. I guess I wasn't cut out to be a magician.

Demi shrugs as the body and bloody box are rolled away from view. Demi taps her chin a few times as though she is thinking about something. She gasps and points her finger upwards before running closer to the camera. She pulls the light from above down and shines it on her face.

But I know what I am good at!

She giggles and skips away from the camera. Her lovely assistant rolls out a tray of knives, sharp and stainless steel! Another light clicks on revealing a woman with a gag ball in her mouth and her eyes blindfolded. She appears to be on a wheel with lights around the outer rim. Her long blonde hair, pink tips, hang over her shoulders. She appears to be wearing walmart bought makeup and wearing a stupid "Perfection" T-shirt. Resemble anyone?

*Muffled screams* SHUT UP! *Whimpering* This takes concentration, fucking hell. Spin the bitch!

Demi's lovely assistant spins the wheel and the women begins to scream again. Demi tosses one of the knifes at the wheel and a loud shriek is heard.

Around and around you go! Words and all! *Laughing* It's like a never endless cycle of the same bullshit over and over. It never fuck ends! *Another knife and shriek* Someone needs to stop recycling their old promotions. *Sarcastic* There is nobody but me *Laughing* did I strike a nerve? You had to yell after all didn't you! *Another knife* But I want you to scream- Beg- Cry-

Demi throws to more knives with no reaction from the woman on the wheel. The assistant stops the wheel to relive the woman's chest rapidly rising and falling. Demi excitingly claps her hands and runs over to the camera.

Let's get a close up!

She grabs the camera and runs over to the women before zooming into the knives. Everyone hit a mark on her body as blood drips from the wheel. Demi hands the camera back over to the other girl and pulls one of the knives out, one holding the blood in the woman's artery, and licks the tip while blood sprays on the ground and the woman screams out for mercy.

Oh shut up already, no one gives a shit about your problems lady!

Demi uses the knife to finish the job with a quick slice of the throat. Demi turns to face the camera, drenched in blood spatter. She looks up with a smile and sticks the tip of the blade against her tongue again. Blood runs down her chin as she looks into the camera.

Cat got your tongue Jenny? *Laughing* you used to be so talkative, what happened? Have you finally given up to focus on the career that matters? Are you going to go back to being a valet? Did you ever really leave is the question. I haven't been here long and all I've seen from you is, when put in a even match, you lose. Can't take a little beating Jenny Myst? *Smirk* But you're busy with other things aren't you. *Air quotations* "Helping" Chris Chaos get his career back on track. Well, I have to say, you and Chris are one in the same. Matter of fact, from what I've seen first hand and from past recordings, you both are like the same person! *Laughing* You both were so highly praised for being good in this company then you lost it. You fell from heaven and went straight to hell. You both complain, make excuses, made something of ourselves then fucked it all up because you both are fuck ups. You can't get shit right! That's why I'm making it my mission this week to expose you, Myst, for the fraud you really are.

Sure, on paper the bitchy blonde whore sounds like a good role to play. It sounds easy enough to do, doesn't it Jenny? But you just can't actually act it out, can you? You suck at acting. You aren't bitchy, you're overcompensating for the talent you don't have. You aren't blonde, any motherfucker with eyes could see that. I haven't seen you fuck anyone besides Chaos and fake Donald or whatever so are you really a whore? Keep pretending because I know you aren't what you pretend to be. I'm not fooled Jenny Chaos, I mean Chris Myst, I mean, fuck mayabe I am a little confused.

Who really is Jenny anyway? What do you bring to the ring? Snarky talk about being perfection? Stupid pictures of skeleton hands and nail polish? With how much you show your hand off I thought you were a hand model to begin with. Maybe you were just trying to find business. *Smirk* But I see the real Jenny. I see the Jenny who is fed lines from behind the scenes by Chris Chaos. I see the Jenny who is to scared to say shit to my face. I see the Jenny who fears the ring. I see the Jenny cracking under pressure, slipping through the cracks. I see the Jenny that is less important that her other half. I see the insecure Jenny who has imaginary friends to keep her company when she's all alone. I see the Jenny who lies about the little things in life. *Laughing* I see a lot more than anyone thinks but that's just because I'm crazy.

Demi blows a peice of hair out of the face while a clean up crew of the girl and man removing the body from scene.

While you are to busy busting your ass and working on Chris Chaos's career there are people who actually want to win this match. Well, one person. I do want to win. I want to go from Zeros like Tommy Wish to "Heros" like Mandii Rider. You are standing in my way of that. But there's another reason I want to get my hands on you Myst. I really, really want to scalp you. I think it might make Zaynna feel better if I bring her some pretty blonde and pink hair. After all, she thinks your hair is pretty. I want to listen to you beg and scream my name because I like hate fucking. Most of all I want you to join me in this little nightmare called my life. I want you to come back to hell with me *giggling*in a body bag of course. I doubt you'd go willingly but I also like a little fight in a girl.

Demi begins to laugh like a manic as the lights flash then turn off. Whispers erupted from the darkness.

Fake.
Hate Yourself.
Kill.
Do It.
No One Cares.

Ready To Die?

The room fills with white lights with a coffin in the middle of the room. Inside lays the woman from before. Her bleach blonde hair stained with blood and now dressed in a black gown. Suddenly, the lid closes and Demi jumps on it, kneeling into the camera.

It's your funeral bitch *Laughing* and you can't spell funeral without FUN!

Saliva drips from the corner of Demi's mouth as she manically looks into the camera with a large smile on her face. She cocks her head to the side and reaches out for the camera. It comes closer, and closer, and closer until she is able to tap the lens and it completely shatters.

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