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A black Ford Probe pulls in through the gates and they shut behind it. It parks out front next to a black Jeep Grand Cherokee instead of in the large garage that holds a few more vehicles. After a few seconds the door opens and a woman steps out, planting her foot on the hard, run-down grass. She wears a long black coat with white dresspants and a white shirt tucked into it. Her blue hair is up in a pony-tail with a strand of her long bangs hanging on both sides of her face. Her blue eyes seem without emotion and look as if they were frozen from the inside. Her name is Chill and she's the ex-fiance and current girlfriend of the insane wrestler known as Darkstar. Not only that but she's a professional killer for an all female terrorist group. She has just returned home after a four day job. It was a lousy one between the infighting of the small team she commands, the lack of sleep, and missing Thanksgiving with her lover. Instead of being upset though she just stays eerily calm.)

(She pops the trunk and pulls out a large black bag full of her weapons and gear and shuts the trunk flippantly. After opening the door she sets her bag in the large entranceway and looks at the top of a stairway. Standing there is the creature named Darkstar. For some reason his face is painted in it's blue and black techno-looking skull (like a darth maul design mixed with a skull). Normally when not wrestling he just paints weird designs around his eyes. Already she can tell she has missed something. His nails are painted black as usual. He wears a black sleeveless shirt and a pair of black jeans that have dust spots from cigarette ashes. His heavily tatted and scarred arms hang loosely at his side, but she can tell by his intense eyes that something big has happened during her leave. He smiles showing his naturally fanged looking teeth that do nothing to tone down his image as a monster. Before she can ask him what's going on he speaks in his dark, rapsy tone.)

(Normally she shows emotion to no one, but with DS she usually can't seem to help herself. It's as if he were his weakness. Or maybe it's that her world of logic and control gets sucked into his realm of emotion and chaos. She keeps her cool on the outside bracing herself for the news. In her mind all she can think is "please tell me you're not wrestling again, please tell me you're not". Inside she grimaces knowing that her internal pleas will go unanswered.)

I just signed with the GWA. I'm wrestling again. I already have a match signed for wednesday and Sel is with me.

(Not only is he wrestling again, but he's working with his friend, Selrack. Her mind wanders for a brief second thinking of the insane friend of DS's. She knows this is not good for his already unstable mental condition. She walks up the stairs past him and steps into the living room before turning around to reply to the unfortunate news.)

I did take a long time off as it is. MVW closed during the summer. It's practically winter now.

(She is already worried about his mental state. He no longer is having delusions of being a vampire. That was a scary couple weeks where he wasn't coming home and was biting other wrestlers and drinking the blood of EMT's on national television no less. It's no wonder MVW closed. They probably had two many lawsuits being filed, not to mention probably having their phones ring off the hooks with angry network executives. Even with him no longer thinking himself an immortal bloodsucker he does consider himself to be dead again. Wrestling only draws out the worst in him and sometimes makes him unbearable to live with. She can't really say she doesn't want him to wrestle due to his insanity. Hed grow angry very fast. Anyone else on the planet could call him insane and he would laugh and take it as a compliment, but not her. She understands that he needs her in her corner and any thoughts like that instantly seem derogitory. She doesn't wanna give up and just let it be okay but she doesn't wanna start an argument when she just got in the door. So she tests the water to see what his mood is like. It's hard to tell sometimes with his sudden mood swings.)

I wish we would have discussed this as a couple before you just decided to sign a contract.

(She can already tell he isn't in the mood for this. His smile immediately drops.)

I thought you'd be happy for me. I've sat at this place for months. I know I should have talked about it with you since it affects both our lives, but you were gone and if I don't start fighting again I'm gonna lose it. I need to feel more pain and I need to make people bleed again. Without pain I have no sense of myself anymore. You knew I was a fighter when we got together. I'm always gonna be a fighter.

(She realizes he expects her to back him up on this and to be with him on it. She sits in silence and sighs for a moment before speaking again.)

I don't, but it's a fight and that's what I need. I may have had a lot of time off of wrestling lately, but I am nowhere near rusty. All I want is to both experience pain and make sure my opponents know what it truly is. Plus if I have to tag at least it's with my former stablemate. Me and Sel had the Asylum and took on entire feds as a two man crew and won, so I think I can do one tag match with him.

(DS lights a Marlboro Red for both of them and then hands her hers before laughing.)

Not a damn thing. I don't wanna know anything about them either. They are just two more living beings. I care not for the living. Like always whoever steps in the ring becomes a target.

(Just the mere mention of the box brings back memories of the monster he becomes when he's actively wrestling. It contains not only his wrestling attire, but also his prized metal bats and the snap holster belt he wears them on. Those bats were the extension of his internal anguish turned outward. Now they are getting ready to go unlock those tools of destruction......possibly self-destruction. She puts out her cigarette and stands up. He follows right behind her and they walk down a few flights of steps to the basement level of the mansion. The basement level of the place is where Darkstar spends most of his time. One room has a bar with a large pool table, a couple of rooms are painted black, there's an exercise room, a storage room, and then there is The Room. The Room is the place where DS goes when his mental illnesses are at their worst. Chill has only seen the inside of it once. It's as guarded by him as his trust is. Considering that fact that's he's beyond paranoid makes a statement about how few ever enter the room. When she saw the inside of it there were torn up pictures of his past, holes in the walls, blood stains everywhere, and piles of glass shards that he would walk on and sit on as if they weren't there.

They pass a couple of rooms and end up at the storage room. She opens the door and steps in. He steps in right after her. Right across from them sits a large footlocker style metal box. She steps aside and DS walks over and kneels before it. He pulls a key from his pocket and slowly opens the lock and removes it. He carefully lifts the lid as if this were some religious ceremony of utmost importance. She sees the evil expression that crosses his scarred face as he pulls out the two bats and stands facing her. He looks at the bats as if he has reclaimed some long lost power of sorts.)

(The scene jumps from the home of Darkstar and Chill to another dark place. The room is almost pitch black. There is one pale red light with a very low brightness to it. A slender figure sits indian style on some kind of circular design drawn on the floor. Not much can be told about her or the design for she is but a mere silhouette from the poor lighting. She speaks to herself in an edgy tone.

Now that I have been given permission from my superiors I will soon discredit Darkstar and prove how unworthy he is of our attention. I will then take his place and prove myself as a better warrior in the name of Kali. Kali my goddess of death and destruction. I will continue to do your bidding in this realm as long as blood pumps through my veins and beyond......

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