Crucified

[Lilith]

It had been a day since Lilith's encounter with the Fury & The Feminine at the local gym. She had left in a hurry in all honesty, whatever happened after her departure she knew not. More to the point, she cared less. Lilith was in a bad mood. Though this could be applied to everyday situations, it was getting a larger and larger boost as time ran on. It seems her mini assistant had not -exactly- smoothed things over as well as she'd hoped with Lilith's photographer Ray. Lilith was now having to deal with the ramifications of said issue. She wasn't in immediate danger of losing her contract with Maxim... but in all honesty;
She was closer TO losing it than she ever had been before.

Tch... I'm going to snap pretty soon..

A self indulgent take on her own current mind set leaves Lilith's lightly crimson painted lips. She had been dressed up to go out, actually. A pink and black checkered short skirt, some of the famous almost stocking styled knee highs below. Her infamous spiked & heeled boots. A French designed laced blouse, with a logo of the Crown and Angelic styled Wings on raised material surrounding it's structure. The outfit wasn't exactly cheap in and of itself. The expensive long pearl black cross necklace, and studded leather N' laced 'handcuff' styled wristband wasn't either. Yet with her hair done, and a small amount of make up applied to accentuate her moonlit like pale skin. What was Lilith doing instead of going out and having fun?

Paperwork.

When Others Left Before..
.. I Could Never Turn Away --

This is bullshit... Katja! Katja!! Bring me some 'Water'!

Her voice echos out in her bedroom. No response. She grinds her teeth a bit before getting up out of her chair and opening her bedroom door. She pops her head out and looks around.

Now That It's Come To This..
Is There Nothing Left To Say? --

Katja? Goddammit... useless assistant.

Lilith murmurs to herself. She exits her room fully, leaving her door ajar as she wanders into the kitchen. She opens the fridge and pulls out a long scale bottle of 'Water'. Russian word for Water, Vodka. Totally. Google that shit. She pours herself a glass before returning the bottle to it's chilly cabinet. She plops in a couple ice cubes before heading into the den and trying to begin her night of relaxation in between stress over the Goddamn paperwork. She sits down, and notices a piece of paper underneath the television remote..

I've Never Known Before..
-- Such Exquisite Suffering;

She softly sets herself down on the plush leather clad sofa before propping her feet up on the table, and pulling the piece of paper out from under the clicker slowly but surely. She takes a sip of her Vodka slowly as her eyes begin to scan it...

As I Watched You Walk Away,
I Gave Into Panicking..
....I Can't Believe That

.... Im.. --... mm, ... possibl... e..

Lilith's mind, freezes. The coldness of the drink in her hand radiating through the glass? Feels as hot as coal, compared to mental frostbite, that the note had suddenly dazzled upon her.

Hey Lilith, I had to go out to pick up somethings. Don't worry about Doc, he's sleeping in my room. I don't really seem to understand the guy, but I no longer have the urge to use him in a Russian Stew. Anyway, I know you're working hard to deal with your agent-guy-thing, so I figured I should let you be for a while too, so my shopping works both ways - Yay ;D Ah..

There is however something I deemed important information though.. as you know, Gallas sold his stock of XWA recently, hence the dubbed 'Great Divide' that took place prior to our arrival... however, it seems there are other things that should have taken priority about this 'Divide' that we ourselves, did not notice upon arriving... first and foremost, is the fact that the Collision Roster in it's large majority, are still residing within New York. The Empire State seems to have been purchased somehow... that must have taken an insane amount of financial backing...

~~ But um... the, more important issue at hand seems to be the information of... well... and I quote;


PWN To PWN?

"Rumor has it, recently let go TNB talent Brent Starr has his sights set on a new place to make a statement... Pro Wrestling Neo, AKA the new place to be.

Has the pwndozer signed a contract, or are the officials too scared to release the infamous straight shooter loose on the roster of names he's been gagged from talking about?"

.. I recognized the name from Iggy's data file on you... I, figured you should probably hear it from me instead of someone else... Um.. I'll be back soon...

... I'm sorry, Lilith.

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-- This Is Really Happening..

Am I Really Lost Again?
... Desperation Drives Me Insane

... Star -- r... y.. ?..

~ To Be Continued[/center][/font]

[Lilith]

I Will Focus All The Pain,
Right Into Your Heart;

Time had passed. She wasn't sure of how much, but it was getting darker. Katja hadn't returned yet. She'd returned the piece of paper to whence it came. The glass containing her Vodka was now empty, resting atop the paper. Her feet remained propped against the glass coffee table and it's edge. She stayed seated in the plush sofa. Her mind was swimming. No..
It was drowning.

The entire ordeal was starting to collapse in on her. Carmella was indeed a Blackheart, but not the one she had anticipated. Hunter was gone, good riddance as far as Lilith was concerned. But still, the idea that because of some pathetic company split she lost one of her most 'faithful whipping posts'.. it was almost depressing. Jonas remained. The hatred and vile ambiguously murderous thoughts that filled Lilith's mind whenever she normally associated Hayley's name with a living being -- weren't there at the moment. She was too lost in everything around her. Gianni was here too. The one who picked up the ball after Jonas set another into motion. Both were rightfully responsible for the downcast of Lilith's life as far as she was concerned. But now...

....

It's too cruel.

--- Till It Makes You Blind;
Till The Faces Of Your Former World...

Starry...

Her voices squeaks out as if she were a lost child. Brent Starr. Brent F'N Starr. The PWNDozer. The Dean Of PWN-U. Future Shock. One of the only men, in Lilith's entire life.. she could honestly say, she...
.....

.... Unn.. !

- Have Fallen From Your Sight..

Till You're Mine

The sound of Lilith biting back against her own tears almost chokes her very mind. She wasn't entirely sure, why this had shook her as badly as it was currently doing so. She knew long ago she'd lost Starry. It was partly her own fault, she'd tried to come to terms with that... with losing everyone she had. Was she angry that he was in New York?
Was she angry he was in New York in another company?
Was she simply crumbling under the emotional strain of everything that'd taken place recently, this acting as a catalyst?
Lilith honestly had no answer for these questions she herself skewers her psyche with. She was S.O.L as it were. But she knew it hurt. She didn't know why, and it hurt more that she didn't know why..

But it hurts.

... Ch... e.... it's not fair....

A mumbled whisper under a shade of flushed pink hues to her infamous moonlit like skin. She wasn't sure, of anything. But she knew that all of it, all of the last week;

Meeting Katja for the first time and 'escaping' work;
Touring the 1 Penn and encountering Katana;
Misdiagnosing WHICH Blackheart was at the helm of the ship;
Finding herself in a drunken encounter with Manami;
Meeting Doc for the first time and having her own sanity questioned;
Running into Jonas again and getting disposed of as if she were a rookie;
Meeting a newcomer who looked good enough to eat;
Finding herself in a hospital because of Hayley and her fuckin' shin;
The ensuing questioning of her own self from her new assistant;
And finally coming face to face with someone who could be compared to She-Hulk in Fury at the Gym..

All of it, all of it was superfluously unfair. And it was crushing Lilith... but then..

Until The Voice of Doubt No Longer --

The compassion and worry of a letter left in warning, holding something almost poisonous and contaminated to Lilith's very mindset.

;Dominates Your Mind

... Starry.... why.. ? Why is all of this so unfair... what have I done?...

She already knows the answer.
All peoples who know Lilith know the answer. She is Lilith. There is no other reason, no other explanation is needed to fulfill the role of a response. She is cold, she is calculating, she is evil. Her heart is corrupt, it has blackened and frozen over. Her mind seeks little more than conquest, sexual and violent. Her psychological urge to destroy innocence and revoke all things good and pure is known the World over...

... Tch..

.. But does that look like the Lilith Creighton before us? A huddled mass of pure white and it's contradictory Blood red swirling around as her hair covers her face. Trembling, shaking as she curls herself deeper into her sofa. You can be cruel. You can be cold. You can be merciless and undaunted, vicious and vile beyond reproach..

.....

But you are human.

Humans have emotions. They can be twisted and fazed, entwined in misery and pain... but all humans, have emotions. She had slumped over on the sofa now. Clutching one of the cushions against her chest tightly as her knees bend at their joints and join the bottom of the frilly and soft couch pillow. Her eyes were shut tightly, a vice-like effort keeping them in place... so no more tears escape. A voice boils up from within her pain, her suffering...

.. Then I don't want them... anymore..

--- I'm Crucified

~ To Be Continued

[Lilith]

Katja had done her best to stay outside of the room suite as long as she possibly could, it was in hopes that whatever psychological problems the information had given Lilith, it may have passed over.

... Oh my..

Katja obviously hasn't known Lilith that long.

.. Lilith?

Katja stood in the doorway of the entrance-way in amazement. She'd been gone a good long while true.. but she wasn't sure exactly how Lilith had managed to do all of this....
The living room's sofa was upturned.. and was missing an arm.
Half, half.. of the plasma screen television that was previously adorning the wall in front of said sofa, was currently wedged between what looked to be the old entertainment cabinet and the wall backing it.
For some reason part of the kitchen's supply of plates and cutlery was scattered in broken shards and bent steel all across the floor.
There was a trail of some sort of... dark liquid staining the kitchen floor and leading out into the bathroom. Katja had wondered for a moment if it was blood, until catching the scent of... Strawberry Vodka.
Various paintings and wall hangings were cracked and torn, stripped down with their frames splintered like match sticks.
I'm sure you get the general idea..

Katja was almost beginning to wonder if she really SHOULD get separate accommodations..

Ah, finally you return.

The voice creeps up from behind a piece of debris formally known as a reclining chair. Katja steps into the suite, shutting the door tightly behind her and locking it. Her mind was panicking, mainly cause if tower personal saw this there'd be lawsuits out the ass. The voice distracts her as she looks down to it.

' Doc? Jesus... what did she do to this place?

I believe part of that is your doing yes child? Was it not your information that lead her to this frenzy of mental instability.

.. She's not... unstable she's just a little.. ah...

Katja tries to finish her statement.. but as she looks around more closely... the path of destruction and trail of obvious disturbances..
....

It was somewhat hard at the moment to argue with the 'Doc.

An- ... Anyway... where is she? I imagine she doesn't look much better than this place right now..

I beg to differ young one. She is still in tact. My cage however is currently adorning the toilet bowl --

Oh... that's not right-

-- And the mast of her bedpost.. at the same, time.

.. Damn...
But, I don't see how the information I gave her would cause her to do all of this-

Don't be conceited.

.. ?

Katja blinks and looks past Doc, through the small sliver of light between a splintered door frame and the door itself. She did find it odd that there was seeming light shining through considering it was barely 3:30 in the morning. She tries to wave off Doc's complaints.. she was sure she would hear it later though.. as she makes her way to the door. Slowly pushing, and prying her tiny frame against it in an effort to gain entr-

CRACK!

... Ah

Katja's weight, as light as it was, seemed to be the final straw for the poor beat up door. It snaps under her pressure and allows her access to the room, albeit not the graceful way in which she'd hoped for. She gets up, slowly dusting herself off before taking in a deep sigh.

Lilith... what the hell did-

I want you to keep an eye on Starry.

... I'm sorry what?

I didn't fucking stutter did I? Keep tabs on Starry. He's in the same Goddamn city for crying out loud, are you telling me you can't even keep track of one person in New York City?

....

Katja could tell from the tone in which Lilith spoke, this may not be the time to antagonize.

... With Gallas selling his stock of XWA... there are.. rightfully so, some extremely bitter employees who were left behind in what they believe was a 'betrayal'.. I'm not sure if keeping a tab on someone who now works for the 'enemy' is wi-

I didn't say they were the enemy, Katja.

... Huh?..

I don't care who runs it, I don't care who owns it, I don't care who cleans up after it. I don't even particularly care who works for it... except for Starry. I have a vested interest in Starry.

.. Lilith I don't think pursuing a continuation-

I'm not a fool. I'm staying out of 'their' business... I already have enough contract suffocation with Maxim as is. Blackheart is an attractive woman, we are usually the most dangerous type. I'd rather not align myself on the outpost of her firing squad of P.R. reps and lawyers unless absolutely necessary.

... So then what, you just intend to watch over your old flame like a parent watches over it's kid?.. Besides, both you and him as you so nicely pointed out.. are in the same, city. How are you going to manage and miraculously avoid him if you're BOTH professional wrestlers?

I can manage a lot of things 'miraculously' that shouldn't be possible Katja. You read my file, right?

Lilith glares up from her seated position on her half decayed and destroyed bedframe. Going ape shit and destroying things had helped her mood. It was going to cost a bit to fix things up... but it was a worthy cause. The information of Starry's ascension back into NY hit her hard tis true. The information Hunter and her bastard of a child were claiming refuge in the same company was an annoyance in and of itself. One she was aware of before yes, but anything involving Hunter reminds Lilith of Sylas. Which leads back to Starry, and loops around past Pyro, and finishes at Alexis in Ohio. So in general, the name Kim Hunter is off limits around her. She'd finally snapped. The mere ideal that such hatred and vengeance had so much power over her emotions..

The fact that Hunter in ANYWAY SHAPE OR FORM had a legitimate 'impact' on her was so... ugh.

Lilith tries to wipe it from her mind. Hunter was gone. Sylas was gone. Pyro was gone. Alexis... was gone... Starry.. Starry was -here-... but outside of her reach. Lilith had become aware, very quickly on this night of destruction... living in her past..

Will murder her future.

... Katja..

... Yes, Lilith?

--- .. There's someone else, I want you to look up for me...

Ah.. this wouldn't happen to be another P.W-

No. No? No. This one.... this one works for Blackheart -directly-.

~ Checkmate[/center]

A More Serious Undertone!
Exasperatingly long episode once more, is anyone left standing?
Who is Lilith's new 'Mystery target' to be added to the already long 'Bitch-List'?
Can there be a reason for Lilith's 'Outside Interests'?
Or will this blow up in her face like so much bad confetti after Chinese New Years?

Find out next time on;

Ivory Princess of New York