_____Death came too quickly...

Glacial statements add-up to the already unfriendly atmosphere spreading through the corridors, drastically contrasting with the vivid indignation and resentment waking up in a once pure heart.

The delicate flowers filling her innocence's playground turned frozen and a devastating blizzard has been unleashed, suppressing any bit of naivety and revealing something she fought so hard to accept all these years: the truth.

The harsh, hard to swallow and heartbreaking fact that in order to survive in an universe plunged in obscurity, the key isn't to ignite a light and attract every demons of the land - as if holding a target high above your head. The solution is to smother the flames exuding from a brave soul, forcing it to blend in with the crowd and ultimately make good use of the knife you're hidding behind your back all this time.

A divine figure has been struck by a precious revelation, finally figuring out that the key to survival is sometimes something you have to rip of from the hand that is holding it so tightly. The same hand that hold the opportunity you had to get rid of your chains captive.

Ultimately you just fulfill your brightest desires with the darkest of methods.

"Emma, we've been hearing many rumours regarding yours and Sasha's alliance and the trouble you guys seem to have to get along. Do you find this to be true ?"

An anxious Rich politely demands, well-aware of the new Superstar's attitude and how limited her patience prove to be when facing irksome situations. Shaking slightly, the short interviewer licks his lips discreetly in a desesperate attempt to appear the least nervous possible.

The charming Australian lays her hypnotic eyes on the man, irritation easily shining through her gaze as she's still debating whether yes or no his question is valuable enough or if she'd be wasting time in speaking up.

Few seconds pass by and the atmosphere tenses up even more, quiet weighing on the weird interviewer who is unabale to cleary distinguish her intentions.

Eventually Emma unlocks her crimson lips, gracing the Universe with her wisdom. Her elegant movements ignite in a sort of paradox whilst she's aggresively grabbing the microphone, surprising Rich who takes a few steps back at the demand of the venemous Daisy.

"I'm getting sick and tired of people asking me about Sasha everywhere I go. After all what has she done that is worth talking about, except following my footsteps and stealing the spotlight that should have been mine all along ? "

Anger is quick to be written all over her previously splendid face, the young wrestler spitting out all the poison she's kept inside every time they forced her to sit on the sidelines, her sad eyes uncapable of observing new girls offered the opportunities that should have been rightfully hers.

"Let's face it, the womens' revolution started in NXT and who broke down the walls that would have prevent the likes of Sasha to enter the big leagues ? Me." With a gentle motion she accompanies her cutting words , pointing towards herself as the gloves remind you she could murder you in the second, not leaving the slighest clue behind her.

"And Paige can talk all she wants about how she's been the Divas champ twice and everything but where is she now, huh ? The fans forgot about her just like they'll forget about Banks.

But me ? I'm here to stay and I'm about to recall Paige whose house it-" Her frightening oath never escapes from her mouth, the dreadful words trapped inside her throat as a very familiar silhouette casually positions itself in front of the cameras, an hypocritical curve plastered on her face.

"You're not living in some cheap fairy tail anymore Emma. Here, the only happy ending possible is you, crying out of pain on the floor and me, looking down at your pathetic self.

This is how you make a statement here, in the big leagues." Banks lets out in a haughty tone, reminding to her blonde acolyte she left the security NXT offers to enter an horrifying environment.

Both the ladies lock eyes, unarguable animosity and repulsion printed in their stare. Neither one or the other seems willing to back down until the unexpectable happens.

Banks roughly grasps Rich's tie and brings him as close as it gets from her, taunting the poor interviewer with her devilish smile and the dirty look in her dark eyes - reflecting the nature of her intentions.

"Get your facts clear, we are on the same page and this alliance's about to take the WWE by storm." The lethal beauty shouts in the terrified man's face, still prisoner of Sasha's unpredictability whilst a haunting laugh comes out of Emma's soft lips, highly amused of the situation.

"You will never forget about the wrestlers that torn apart the entire roster. Our stable will make an impact that will live on forever, whether it's in the books or in everyone's mind."

Emma finally shares her actual thoughts, staring deep at the camera in a sinister way, spitting out a valid threat nobody in the back should take lightly.

Two strategists exude confidence, each movement perfectly premeditated and their careless gait reflecting of the quiet taking place inside of their usual exploding minds.

Only amateurs go to war recklessly and rush headlong into danger.

Darkness enfolds their hearts just like innocent sparks used to, warming up the remains of their broken dreams. Now that they've made a deal with the Devil, the puzzle of hope is slowly putting back together, the obscurity of their bad intentions surrounding their souls.

Although one venemous blonde wears her newly found emotions on her sleeve, Banks actually struggles to keep up with the illusion she's been luring the whole Universe with, her true colors shining bright each time she'd be confronted to an old acquaintance.

Deceived eyes burn holes in Sasha's mask, melting down the masquerade to reveal that uncertainty is the Boston native's best friend and worst ennemy. Oxygen seems like a distant memory, the tense situation forcing her heartbeat to race, leaving her gasping for air at how judgemental the pure wrestler seems to be - disgust is written all over his features, contrasting with his usual beaming face.

In the middle of the backstage's effervescence, he'd oddly enough always succeed in finding his way back to her torturous mind. No matter if she'd be hidden in an ocean of people, he would be able to sense the blood staining her freil hands from miles away and lay a look of disapproval on her already ashamed soul.

"I've never seen you so afraid of anyone before. Not even of Reigns' horrible promos."  An imposing stature unexpectedly makes its presence felt as a masculine voice murmurs to Sasha's ears, two hands roughly grabbing her tight shoulders and a mocking laugh accompanying his actions.

Few seconds are solely needed for the man to get knocked out from cloud nine, cold stare crossing his soft hazel eyes and freezing his bones immediately. Even though the Canadian is well aware of his acolyte's sudden changes of mood, her recent behavior seems stranger and stranger in his opinion and her breaking down after Wrestlemania surely didn't reassure him one bit.

"What happened between you two ?"  His gaze wanders towards one very familiar silhouette that is leaning on a wall, dirty looks focused on one devious woman in a frightening way. Zayn spent the last couple of days warning his best friend about a possible alliance between the lethal beauty and Vince's lapdogs, the sole idea absolutely laughable to Owens.

Though he came to the conclusion that apprehension could be a part of the problem opposing Sami and Sasha, he's also convinced that this improbable fact can't be the entire story. Banks keep avoiding both the men's stares as locking eyes with them could probably unlock her deepest secrets, the ones she fought so long to forget about.

The world believes her spirit is the strongest of them all when in reality it couldn't be more fragile, its weaknesses ready to be expose at any moment. Zayn is simply the only torch on Earth capable to burn bright through the obscurity of her mind, barely illuminating once heart of gold.

Irritation pours in as the space between one sincere friend and a stuck-in-between coward closes in, the latter jumping at Owens' touch."I thought I meant more than that to you, that you trust-" "Guess what Kevin, you're wrong. There is no friendship around here!"

Right before she is forced to face him and unfolds the truth resting in her teary eyes, Sasha escapes the oppressive grip with such a force that even the Canadian's taking by surprise.

"Are you saying this to me, or to him ?"  Incomprehension suddenly merges with pride as a frenetic gesture points directly to the former heart and soul of NXT - who ironically enough is now showing a soulless entity.

"It's a statement I'm making and it's directed to anyone standing in my way." Energetic footsteps are quick to move closer to Banks, her last words sounding like one specific dare to one specific ginger wrestler.

Her freil stature vanishes in the darkness of the night, the curtains closing the scene she's just executed flawlessly, swallowing the tears her heart holds whilst Emma's theme music hits, closely followed by the crowd's ephemeral excitement.

A new wave of ambitious talents is about to emerge and they're ready to dismantle each body standing in their path, marching through a parade of corpses.

To the concept of "mercy" their brains answer E R R O R. They're on the fast road to glory, regardless of the countless sacrifices they're bound to make, gore signed on their calling card.

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E L E N A ;

Two chapters in one night to apologize for being a ghost lately - my final exams are in less than a month.

+ Do you think Banks will be able to run away from Zayn for long ?

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