Cleaning House II - The Crow

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTZPt9nNlRI:tha8v1oi]Taylor's music[/url:tha8v1oi] signaled her arrival a split second before she burst onto the top of the entrance ramp. She strode quickly to the front of the ramp and struck a pose for the cheering crowd, spreading her arms out wide with a devilish, punky grin. She popped her hips to the side one time and started off down the ramp toward the ring.

She wasn't happy. She just had to handle some business before she could move on with her night. She carried herself like she was ready to fight, standing up straight with her shoulders back and chin down, her deep blue eyes were focused and intense. Even so, she couldn't resist holding a hand out into the crowd as she past to slap palms with some excited fans.

Her bright blue hair was up in the usual pigtails with her long bangs swept to one side. She had a black choker necklace with a silver flying bird pendant in the front snugly around her neck, just above her kanji "IMOUTO" tattoo, and she wore a lightweight zippered black hoodie with the words "I'm So Angry I Made A Shirt About It" in white across the front. It stopped just above her studded black belt, showing a sliver of her defined midsection. A short, red, pleated, plaid miniskirt fit around her hips and showed nearly every inch of her long, sleek, black fishnet clad legs. She had on a pair of heavy black leather boots with several buckles each, along with black fingerless leather gloves. A random assortment of bracelets adorned one wrist, while her silver "KAZE" bracelet was wrapped around the other.

She climbed onto the ring apron and vaulted over the top rope, and strode to the middle of the ring, microphone in hand. She gave the crowd one huge, exaggerated wave before she spoke.

She screamed a punk rock "HEY!" The crowd cheered and she grinned. "Hey guys, there's someone I wanted to talk to, and I thought I'd do it in front of you so you could see her puss out. Or you can see me kick her ass, ya know, however it goes."

She tossed a pigtail back over her shoulder and continued. "It's been pretty quiet around here since Gatt took the title. She's probably doesn't want to show her face because she's afraid of losing her stupid belt. Pussy. But it looks like we've got someone else filling in for her while she's gone! I caught this match, some chick that probably doesn't belong in a ring and this other crazy, psycho-killer girl with a box cutter.

"Morrigan, that's your name, right? Mooooooooorigaaaaaaaaan! Hi." She waved to a camera as if waving to the girl. "I'm Taaaylor Paaarker. You should know that, because we have a problem. I saw what you did, and I didn't like it, and I even dug up your little promo on my DVR. Great stuff. Hilarious. But here's the thing." Her tone was becoming less and less playful and more and more severe. "You CUT UP a girl with a BOX CUTTER. In the RING. Not to mention EVERYTHING ELSE you did. You don't care about fighting fair, huh? Wow, you must be pretty serious. Pussy."

She lowered the microphone for a moment and drew a slow breath. Her voice was lower when she spoke again, with a slight angry quiver. "Guess what, mothafucker, this is me crossing you. Consider yourself crossed, you silly bitch. I don't know what your problem is with Adrian and whoever, I'm not a big fan of her myself, but if you think you can just run around playing Blair Witch psycho-killer, you're fuckin' retarded. I want a piece of you, mothafucker, and if you want to go after Adrian, you should know that you'll have to go through ME." She barked angrily. She'd never met this Morrigan girl, had no idea who she was, but she was very much looking forward to meeting her so she could vent all of her anger on her.

She took another deep breath to calm down a bit. "I've got a match coming up to defend this Entropy title thing. After that, if I still have the belt, I'll give you a shot at it so we can settle this for real. I'm sure Lukretia would just love that. In the meantime, I'll be looking for you."

The Titantron suddenly flashed to light and Morrigan 's face appeared on it. She had a smirk and looked at Taylor through the monitor system that was set up.

"Taylor Parker?" She said. "Of course I know who you are." She then smirked. "How about that. You do some stupid bitch a favor by showing her where she doesn't belong and suddenly you're the most popular girl at the prom." Morrigan laughed and then looked at Taylor. "My dance cart's a little full, but if you really want to cut in, I think I can add you to the list!"

Morrigan pulled out her box cutters and pressed it against the camera, leaning in to give it a good look. "So another rat crawls out of that cunt Adrian's ass? I plan on taking out that oaf Rebbecca to get to Adrian. I have no problem going after you as well." She laughed again. "In FACT!" She yelled. "I hope more people step up and fall on her sword! I've noticed she's been suspiciously ghost-like these days. She thinks that I can't hurt her just because she's gone? We'll see how much of a soul she has. Everyone she cares about will get hurt until she shows up to take what's coming to her!"

Morrigan narrowed her eyes as she adjusted her glasses. "I know what you're going to say." She said wavign the box cutters. "Come down and fight me, pussy." She said, mocking Taylor. She then shook her head. "You don't understand. I'm not stupid. I'm not looking for a fair fight to show everyone I wear my pussy on the outside. I. just. want. to. inflict. pain. I want you to wonder when you turn a corner and walk down an empty corridor if I'm going to pop out behind you. If it's safe to leave the facility without an escort. I want you to check under the bed when you go to bed at night. Because the one time you don't. I'll be right behind you. You think that having a belt does anything for you? That it gives you some kind of authority. Your bravado is a false one."

Morrigan grabbed the sides to the camera and pushed her face against it. "Welcome to the war zone, bitch." She then began laughing as she slammed the camera to the ground.

Taylor's attention snapped to the screen, and she scowled up at the giant face that stared down at her. Her upper lip subconsciously curled and bared her teeth at her new enemy, and as the girl spoke Taylor only got more angry.

She nodded along with Morrigan until she got to the part about her being some kind of thug of Adrian's. She nearly choked. "Wha- THE LAST TIME I SAW ADRIAN, I BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF HER!" She screamed back. "You think I- You-" Morrigan kept going, and Taylor clenched her fists and swallowed her rage for the moment.

She white knuckled the mic while Morrigan continued, her knees bent like she was ready to go after her even though she wasn't there. "One time, pussy, show yourself one time and I'll give you all the pain you can take and then some."

There were so many things she wanted to scream at Morrigan, but before she could answer any of the accusations, she was gone. Taylor had just drawn a breath and prepared to unleash a volley of verbal brutality on the girl when the screen went blank, and instead she let out a feral scream as her anger and frustration erupted out of her.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAH! FUCK YOU!"

She spiked her mic on the mat so hard it broke and stomped her foot. And what was that about her belt? Fuck the belt. She didn't care about that. If anything, holding the Entropy belt just showed the world that she wasn't good enough to fight for the real belt. She was a big fish in a small pond. The minor leagues. She definitely did NOT have a big head over it. NO ONE seemed to understand that.

She rolled down out of the ring and made her way back up the ramp. She was furious, and the dangerous look on her face kept supportive fans at bay, and they only cheered her on from afar. No one reached out for her hand or to touch her. She barely noticed they were there. All she could think of was that stupid red head and her stupid glasses and how great it would be to punch them through her face.