Motor-Psycho (Rachel)

[DARKSIDE]

Rachel is shown walking backstage after her after her debut victory against Angel at Helloween. She shoves a heavy steel door open and she walks out into the parking garage to find her motorcycle and depart from the arena.

Rachel walks down one of the long rows of parked vehicles and soon, cracks a smile as she sees her "baby" sitting just a few yards away. Her pace quickens as she approaches the bike. Her gym bag tightly strapped over her shoulder, Rachel hops onto her "crotch rocket" and kicks the ignition lever down.

.....nothing.

She tries it again with even more force....

....a few sputters, but it still doesn't start.

Rachel dismounts from the seat and bends down to inspect her engine. She can smell something "sweet" oozing from the fuel tank area. Curious, she removes the gas cap and can see traces of sugar granules all around the edge of the gas cap. Rachel is furious! She stands up and looks around, but no one is there to help. With her senses and her curiosity heightened, she looks back down at her bike and also discovers both her tires have been slashed! She becomes even more visibly upset and enraged at her predicament and the thought that someone would have the audacity to tamper with her property.

Moments later, Rachel hears a demented, almost child-like giggling sound coming from the shadows just across from her location in the garage.....

(tag)

[AJ Riles]

Rachel's fists ball up as the laughter continues, growing louder and more eerie with each passing moment. Her teeth grind as a look of raw fury washes over her face as she at last speaks.

"You little bitch! Come out and face me!" Rachel demands, shooting a glare into the shadows.

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Afte a few moments of silence, a metallic scraping sound can be heard, and then, the clank of a metal object striking the concrete wall of the garage. Another bout of laughter emerges from the shadow and then, Angel slithers into view, a devious smirk on her face and vicious glare in her eyes as she walks out slapping a crowbar against the palm of her left hand!

Awww....what's the matter..."sugar"? Huh huh ha ha ha ha ha haaaa! You don't like the way I pimped your little tricycle out? I was doing you a favor, hun. Those things are dangerous!

Come to think of it, you're still kind of fucked, baby. Ya see....lots of people could also say the same thing about ME![/b]

Angel begins advancing toward Rachel from across the lane, still taunting her with the crowbar and bearing her teeth with a sick smile as she laughs under her breath.....

(tag)

[AJ Riles]

A deeper snarl crosses Rachel's face before she closes her eyes and allows a faint grin to appear for a brief moment. She then opens her eyes and unballs her fists.

"Oh, it's only you." Rachel shakes her head.

"For a moment, I thought you were someone actually worth my time. But, it would seem I stand corrected." Rachel states. With that, Angel raises the crowbar, ready to swing it either at the motorcycle or Rachel.

"I'm finished with you. I ripped you a new one at Helloween and frankly, you're even worse than I'd thought." Rachel shrugs, gripping her bike by the handlebars and releasing the kickstand, beginning to walk to vehicle out of the garage.

"Sorry to disappoint, girly. But you'll just have to go find someone else to lose to, next time." The voice of Rachel calls from off in the distance.

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Angel scowls at Rachel's parting jabs that seem to hit a little too close to home. She thinks for a quick comeback.....

I'M a loser?? Really?? Umm....let's see. I'm not the one looking all pathetic pushing her little Big Wheel all the way home! Ha ha ha....[/b]

Angel walks back into the dark corner she came from, whispering to herself, What a skanky old piece of roadkill! I hope she gets run over.[/i]

Suddenly, Angel's body tenses up. She cringes and clenches her entire body. She screeches out in pain and slowly falls to her knees. She sits there, her body convulsing and shivering. Soon, the seizures subside and Angel remains on her knees, holding her hands by her temples, her breathing heavy and letting out tiny squeals as if still suffering from intense pain inside her head. She covers her eyes, bends down and begins sobbing into her hands, muttering over and over....

...YeS....mAsTeR! yEs.......mY LoRd![/i]

She stops after several moments go by and becomes silent. Her pain seems to have gone away. She takes her hands away from her eyes and she looks up into the light....revealing her "tears" were actually blood seeping from her eye sockets and nose. She wipes some of it away from her cheek, looks curiously at it for a moment or two and then, licks the drops of blood from her fingers as she begins laughing hysterically while rocking back and forth on her knees.


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Several minutes pass and Minion appears, having been attracted to the parking garage by Angel's insane fits of laughter. He walks up behind her and places his hand on her shoulder. Angel snaps out of her trance and gasps as she looks back up at her "brother". Minion's jaw drops and he take a step back after seeing the blood that had run down Angel's cheeks from her tear ducts...

SISTER! You spoke with our masters? What do they require of us now?[/b]

Angel stands up and smiles, explaining to Minion, Not YOU, Minion. Lord Nightmare projected his influence into me. He and "Father" Death have become aware of my recent run of bad luck. He said I was a disappointment. He punished me without mercy. It felt like my brain was being crushed! I'm lucky to be alive, brother! I MUST NOT FAIL AGAIN!![/b]

Angel's tone becomes frantic and she starts shivering. Minion wraps his arm around her shoulder, walking with her back into the arena....doing his best to put her rattled mind at ease and using his vest to help clean some of the dried blood from her face.

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