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Immoral series of visions reiterate at full speed inside of one wicked mind. Images of extreme agony pass before Bank's eyes as a luring curve is plastered on her face, masking the sudden longing.

Their bold statements fueled her desire to crush literally any form of life standing in her way.

Not out of anger.

Not out of hatred.

Out of logic.

The company's power couple summoned her earlier in the night in their detestable office, spitting out the cold fact that, in their foolish opinion, she still hasn't proved herself. Though their nickname is now completely meaningless since true power lays somewhere in between Vince McMahon and his troublesome son's hands,  Hunter's hunger for domination ignited a sombre spark, lighting up his old demons.

It switched ON his threatening's habit, putting a target on anyone still breathing while Stephanie is surprisingly enough still too occupied figuring out all of her dad's lies and shady deals to bury any wrestler - most of their hope already died anyway.

But not Sasha's.

The lethal Goddess learned out of this dysfuntional environment one precious capacity: thriving under pressure. They've clearly expressed all of their doubts and apprehension about her, fine. It's time to suppress any bit of these by tinting their hearts of stones of a crimson fluid.

A discreet figure walks briskly through the arena's parking lot, viciously spotting her prey of the night. The red hurricanes eyes glow from a sinister thought, positioning herself behind the victim, barely getting out from their vehicule.

Her brain is spinning so fast you can almost hear her neurons agitating, predicting every single move she's about to execute just like a silent assassin would.

Deadly smile never leaving her bloody lips, Sasha violently grabs Naomi's head before slamming it onto the windows glass causing a slight "pop".

The young woman's misery and complaints only add up to The Boss' pleasure as she repeats the movement for a short laps of time, continuing the tortures by sending her back colliding with the unforgiving pillar.

Pain is spreading through each cell of her body as Naomi is screaming at the top of her lungs, begging for mercy. Banks emotionlessly stands besides the corpse, thoughtfully dismantling her competition, patiently waiting until she finally makes it to her feet.

Like a demon suddenly possesses her entire entity she projects herself on Naomi, coldy delivering the painful Bank Statement, careless about the harshness of the concret floor.

Cries go out from the prey as she taps out within the first seconds, wich absolutely doesn't phase Sasha one bit as she holds the submission still, applying more and more pressure to it.

Once it's clear she won't be a noticeable obstacle to the second part of Banks' plan, she takes possession of the car keys. While bluntly dragging the victims remains the assaillant uncloses the door with obvious ease and locks her up.

In her sicken dreams, Banks is driving above her corpse.

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Intense disapproval chants start increasing and resonate through Sasha's ears like the sweetest of symphonies. It proves her actions had an undeniable impact and these paired with the win against Tamina she now can add to the book - brave but still helpless without her precious acolyte - her influence as a wrestler comfirms itself.

 ❝ This company desperately needs me. I'm the reason why every single one of you bought a ticket to watch tonight's show.❞  Banks calmly explains whilst gently crossing her legs as she is sitting on her own steel throne in the center of the ring.

She's always been egotistical: so sure her abilities surpassed everybody elses. But lately the thin line between reality and imagination slowly disappears in a mess of dark thoughts and unfulfilled desires.

❝  Without me the WWE would go back being the dull product it's been for years.

Until I showed up.

Until I made this place worthy of attention again and yet, am I rewarded for any of that ?❞

The Boss licks her crimson lips almost like tasting the fresh blood droping out from her victims,  recalling the times Hunter invested so much in her. The times he would carefully analys her matches and offer advices, pride reflecting through his gaze.

Back then she felt needed and useful, unarguably filled with satisfaction.

Now what ?

She would be forced to beg for a tiny chance, just like the others ? Go from the Game's favourite to one of his sidelines players ?

There are better chances Banks' devious self finds salvation in Heaven.

❝ Absolutely not. So Charlotte, why don't you come down this ramp right now so I can make the World a favour in getting rid of your horrible voice for good ? ❞

The chair dramatically falls on the floor in a "bang", Banks executing each of her planned movement as a choreography she knows by heart. Slightly raising her voice, she effortlessly fakes anger pouring in as she's throwing her microphone to the ramp, motionning Flair's baby to accept the challenge.

The mastermind planned everything, every little detail able to interfeer during the night.

She paralyzed Naomi so she won't attempt any cheap shot at her. Tamina has been helped out of the ring and carried backstage while Becky is suspended for months: no way she'd seek revenge so soon.

Banks' constant fear of unpredictability forces her to plan ahead literally any aspect of her life, in and out the WWE.

But how a control freak reacts when confronted to total chaos ?

Their disturbed spirit escape from their own body, admiring it from faraway as it's frozen still.

Rollins' sinister laugh can already be heard way before he even steps foot on stage but it's enough to numb Sasha down. The more he moves forward, the more she presses herself to snap out of her transe. When his despicable presence and unbearable smug face are only inches from her, she's still unable to react to the whole situation.

❝ I have something actually important to say so Sasha, if you don't mind, why don't you get the hell out of my ring ?❞ Seth lets out on the same calm and authoritive tone as Banks' previous one while intensely locking his dark eyes in hers, his breath so close it sends few of her locks flying in the air.

When Banks finally comes down to her senses she approaches him even more, assuring him he doesn't impress her the slightest. An excessive frown draws on her features as the entire arena can lipread:

"what are you doing ? "

On the contrary nobody but Sasha can understand his last meaningful words, pronounced whilst he slowly lowers the microphone inside of his sharp grip.

❝ Putting you under the spotlight.❞  Rollins whispers, an amused tone recognizable in his hoarse voice, surprisingly sounding warm and totally constrasting with his heartless temper.

Banks' feet automatically go backwards, the words hitting her brain in a thunder of incomprehension.

Once her thoughts clear out a little, her skull roughly meet the ground and only thing she hears moments before her view blurs are those intolerable "Woo!" echoing from a place so, so far away, melting in a buzzing.

Exactly as if two planets were trying to communicate with one another, failing because of the unforgettable distance.

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E L E N A ;

Yaaaay, I've managed -hopefully- to get my point accross in 1,2K words which is ridiculous amount to me.

+ Banks' wicked plans don't remind you of a certain Architect, ha ? Eventually you'll learn how she inherited his caracteristics. ;)

+ Dafuck Rollins is doing out here ? What are his motivations in your opinion ?

+ Bitch Char assaulted Banks, what do you think will be the repercussions ?

love yaaa (it's not my best please forgive me?)