Special: Priest VS Illyana
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Special: Priest VS Illyana
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What's Black And Blue And Red All Over? Illyana Gasping For Breath! Get It???
CrymzonPayne
The arena lights went out one section at a time, gradually bathing the arena in a complete and utter darkness. A white spotlight illuminated the entry of the stage, slowly spreading in circumference as it illuminated the stage in a milky white color. The opening notes to Staind's Epiphany began to fill the arena's sound system. Another blue spotlight hit then entrance to the stage, expanding slowly as Priest stepped out from the back. He was clad in a black robe with a collar similar to that of a Catholic priest's and a crimson blindfold covering his eyes while his rosary was swinging back and forth in one hand as he walked forward, the other hand holding onto a large staff adorned with an inverted cross.
His senses were highly attuned to his surroundings, allowing him to travel the walkway down to the ring. He had tuned out the crowd, the announcers. All he could hear were the ring, the official, and of course, his opponent. A smirk crossed over his lips as he remembered making her pay for her betrayal of him. He made his way slowly to the steps and then through the cage door and into the ring. Removing his robes, Priest stood in his ring gear, a black body suit that also had a priest's collar, only this time in red. He took a deep breath and exhaled before spinning the staff and striking out into an aggressive stance at the referee before smirking and relaxing his position, moving into a corner where he awaited Illyana, casually leaning on his staff while one finger twirled his rosary.
The arena lights went out one section at a time, gradually bathing the arena in a complete and utter darkness. A white spotlight illuminated the entry of the stage, slowly spreading in circumference as it illuminated the stage in a milky white color. The opening notes to Staind's Epiphany began to fill the arena's sound system. Another blue spotlight hit then entrance to the stage, expanding slowly as Priest stepped out from the back. He was clad in a black robe with a collar similar to that of a Catholic priest's and a crimson blindfold covering his eyes while his rosary was swinging back and forth in one hand as he walked forward, the other hand holding onto a large staff adorned with an inverted cross.
His senses were highly attuned to his surroundings, allowing him to travel the walkway down to the ring. He had tuned out the crowd, the announcers. All he could hear were the ring, the official, and of course, his opponent. A smirk crossed over his lips as he remembered making her pay for her betrayal of him. He made his way slowly to the steps and then through the cage door and into the ring. Removing his robes, Priest stood in his ring gear, a black body suit that also had a priest's collar, only this time in red. He took a deep breath and exhaled before spinning the staff and striking out into an aggressive stance at the referee before smirking and relaxing his position, moving into a corner where he awaited Illyana, casually leaning on his staff while one finger twirled his rosary.
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And a simple pair of diamond nails can take care of a certian problem of yours.
RitualzDarkrose
The lights never dimmed, never went out as she lightly stepped out through the curtain, growling slightly as she caught the glint of the diamonds on her gloves. Her boots were lower in heel than she was accustomed, but they did serve the function of protecting her recently injured toes with the titanium lining. The rest of her outfit consisted of a pair of black leather shorts that were cut off to just below the top of her thighs and a black leather sportsbra. The diamonds held her attention for the briefest of moments before her gaze was drawn to the man in the ring.
There was no music, nor any special lighting effects. No pyrotechnics of any kind, just her burning hatred for Priest, the man who had killed her. Her face was void of emotion, but anyone could sense the burning hatred and furious anger that was pouring off of her body with every step that brought her closer to him. Her attention was barely distracted when she stepped into the cage and caught the ref's quirked eyebrow at the diamond studded nails on her gloves. Letting out a smile that brought the ref up short, she pulled off a glove, loving the gagging reaction he had at the sight of her torn off fingernails. Shrugging slightly, she gently pulled the glove back on and lightly whispered over to where Priest was.
"You do realize that Conner succeeded in finally pissing me off to the point I snapped, guess who gets to be the first one to die, buddy oh pal? Such torture, such pain. Perhaps while we are in this match, I should use the cage to rip off your fingernails and a few other items on your body as well."
The lights never dimmed, never went out as she lightly stepped out through the curtain, growling slightly as she caught the glint of the diamonds on her gloves. Her boots were lower in heel than she was accustomed, but they did serve the function of protecting her recently injured toes with the titanium lining. The rest of her outfit consisted of a pair of black leather shorts that were cut off to just below the top of her thighs and a black leather sportsbra. The diamonds held her attention for the briefest of moments before her gaze was drawn to the man in the ring.
There was no music, nor any special lighting effects. No pyrotechnics of any kind, just her burning hatred for Priest, the man who had killed her. Her face was void of emotion, but anyone could sense the burning hatred and furious anger that was pouring off of her body with every step that brought her closer to him. Her attention was barely distracted when she stepped into the cage and caught the ref's quirked eyebrow at the diamond studded nails on her gloves. Letting out a smile that brought the ref up short, she pulled off a glove, loving the gagging reaction he had at the sight of her torn off fingernails. Shrugging slightly, she gently pulled the glove back on and lightly whispered over to where Priest was.
"You do realize that Conner succeeded in finally pissing me off to the point I snapped, guess who gets to be the first one to die, buddy oh pal? Such torture, such pain. Perhaps while we are in this match, I should use the cage to rip off your fingernails and a few other items on your body as well."
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