Conflict with Memories

[Rage]

Off-Air

Jamie was sitting somewhere on an old park bench in some part of the city. By the looks of her surroundings it was not one that offered very much kindness to another human being. She seemed to be in a bit of a trance sort of state looking at the ground to the cracked sidewalk.

"Damnit Dorian what why couldn't you just let me just hit you till you just collapsed and bled out? No that would simply be to easy to do now I have to do this match while I have no clue what to do."

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Unexpectedly a few days later a knock was at his door when Dorian had answered the door a smile grew clear across his face. It did not last to long before a well aimed fist hit him in the jaw thrown by Jamie

"That is what you get for what you did to Max!" JT had told her much, many things that she never even thought existed of Maxine's past and then he pointed the finger to Dorian to say it was all his fault. Maybe it was just how she was or how she thought is why she now stood on the porch breathing heavy as her angered boiled just at the sight of him.

His eyes narrowed and he rubbed his jaw, you could tell he was a bit surprised at the sudden outburst but nothing more then just a surprise. "Excuse me little girl? What I! Did to Maxine?" He chuckled a bit as he spoke. "Oh I think you got it wrong."

She wants to hit him again so hard, what JT had told her that he just left and won't accept that Deacon is his son, it all makes her furious. She used to idolize him growing up, but recently she has just felt like beating him to a pulp. He slowly was shaping into a picture of all the things she hated making it rather hard to think of anything else other then just beating him up.

In the end the result of the whole meeting had just left her more confused now that she had memories of how she was trained by him and it made her wonder what had happened to those memories and pushed back the thought of maybe Maxine had made her simply forget the. Mostly she just thought how blind she was to everything around her recently and just blamed that.

"I think you forget who I am dear girl... I'm not Blake... Blake's not me... Loren .. well Loren is different he is the one that plays a part in making us. Have you tried to point that finger of yours at one of the others or just jumping to conclusions?"

In the end he was right. That was what was difficult with him, three people in one body. Each was a living person with their own thoughts and actions. It could of easily been Blake or Loren just as well as Dorian. Now to have the bat back in her possession made her even more confused as it is a constant reminder to her.

"You want answers then fine.. you'll have to look for them, what do you expect those two to do when you attack them they run and hide behind me. JT must know something I know he idolizes me. "

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And now she had a match with JT and against Blake or whoever decided to show up that day. In a way it was just a hassle to pick a side when all she wanted was information more then a match win. Guess she would just beat on everyone and get answers that way in the ring no one able to stop her.

As she was lost in thought a man approached her leaning on the bench she was sitting on and trying to act tough or so she guessed as he was eying her a bit dressed in clothes that hung of his frame with slicked back hair trying to seem like a guy that all the women wanted and something told her he never really did do well with women. It was only as she looked to him that he spoke. " This ain't the place for a lovely looking lady to be sitting alone need some company?" Then followed by a smirk from him.

She looked back to the ground a bit and smirked feeling the handle of the bat in her hand as she wrapped her fingers around it. "Hey I was talking to you know one ignores me!"

"I am sure that plenty of better people then I have already have done that enough to you. When they say this place is the slums of the city they are not kidding I think I have met the highest of the slums." She grinned from underneath her hair ready to move right when he moved to her.

She wasn't looking to him but it was a good guess that he was rather pissed right now or shocked that she stood up to him. He went to grab her shoulder to make her look at him. "Listen here you little....... No more was said as her bat connected to the side of his head and she walked off holding the now blood dripping bat over her shoulder and dragging the guy behind her.

On Air

The scene fades open to the man that had been hitting on Jamie bound to a metal chair in a dark room. Not much can be seen past the man and the light only seems to be concentrated on him alone as he starts to come to. You can see the dry blood on the side of his skull from the hit from the glass covered bat. You can here light footsteps coming from a distance in the shadows. "Who's there." You could tell he was a bit confused and when he tried to move and saw that he was tightly bound to the chair his face showed a streak of panic as he tried to find the source of the noise.

A voice started to sing in a slight cheery tone but the lyrics brought out a disturbing feel as you could recognize the voice as Jamie. "Total Slaughter" Followed by a few more footsteps. "Total Slaughter" The lights seemed to flicker in and out as an outline of a figure was starting to show up in the screen.

He struggled against his restraints even more enough to were they were starting to cut into his wrist. "Let....let me go, I'm going to warn you I have some powerful friends that will get you for this." Though it was very easy to see that he was bluffing and just trying to get out using anything he could try.

"I wont leave a single man....alive." This was the old Jamie, the ones that claimed her as a true hardcore fighter that was a bit insane. Like her name all she had was Rage to spare that was followed by violence. it seemed her mind was far to confused at everything and seemed to just figure the best answer was to cause pain to anyone to get answers. After all fear and pain weaken even the most strongest person "Ludey dudey die..... genocide. Ludey dudey dud...... an ocean of blood." She moved into the light the glass covered bat dragging lightly behind her in her wake moving to standing in front of the man.

"It's you! Why why are you doing this?" His voice was cracked a bit as you could hear the fear in his voice and tears started to form in his eyes. "Look I'm sorry I should of just left you alone. Please just let me go."

She smirked more as the scene moved to the side of them viewing their faces. She pulled up the bat and the man flinched slightly thinking she would hit him but it only rested on her shoulder. "Lets begin the killing time."

The mans eyes widened a bit at her last statement and sunk his head in defeat muttering to himself the same words over and over. "Why?...Why me?" He shook his head slightly and pulled lightly against the restraints even though it was useless and he knew it.

Rage was done with her tune now and was back to speaking normally as she stood there looking over him. It was interesting to see how a person reacted to defeat but even when it seemed hopeless people struggle just having the instinct to resist. "Why that is simple I have a point to prove and you volunteered to help me show that point to everyone I need to I do have a big list to go threw so we might be here for some time."

She moved around to behind him and leaned against the back of the chair looking to the camera in front of her as the scene changed to show her from the front view so she could speak. "You know some memories are forgotten for a reason one to keep the person to not suffer the pain or sadness they bring. we will just say I learned a few new thing about the people around me, making it very hard for me to trust anyone really in this match."

Rage moved the glass covered part of the bat near the man's chest and rested it against his chest putting pressure on it as she spoke the blood starting to show threw his clothing as he screamed in pain and then she pulled away from him and stood up swing hard at his legs and most likely shattering them in the process. After the cries settled down she spoke up again resting her body on the bat like a cane and her back to the camera looking at the man. "This is more then a match for me. I really could care less on who wins or losses, I am even give JT a few hit while in the ring and saying that shows how I feel about it. All I am using it for is to be able to hurt people and get away with it. Not that I can't get away with it normally but why go to the trouble if I can get a break?"

"I have a few things to beat out of Blake or whoever he is that day. I will go threw them all if I have to. Sprit just is a bonus i can use against Blake and JT I guess I am stuck with until after the match then we are no longer a team. I plan on making that stage a bloody mess to get what I want and why not entertain the fans with one hell of a show. Rage is back and alive once again and everyone is going to have one hell of a time dealing with me once more." She laughed in an evil tone, it showed now that she has passed past her normal self and slipped back into her state of pure anger, hate, and rage. What did this mean to anyone else, it meant a lot more bloodshed and sights that kept bringing fans back for more and sending wrestlers off in a bloody mess. if anyone has seen her old matches you will know what she means.

"I do feel like I am just in the middle of a family feud and just the hired muscle at this point. At least this offers some amusement for a return match. Like I told you JT already I will not accept a loss this match. Now you can call a loss what you want, the win I want is far better then just the ref counting to three. We both have points in wanting to go after Blake just remember that I don't necessarily play well with others." She grinned a bit and thought back to some of her old matches hopefully she could find someone around here that could fight like her. Josie did well enough but Rage wanted some verity. She was lost in thought of her blood soaked matches and only could dream this one would bring some of that to her once again.

"How can you do this?" Rage turned and was a bit surprised to see him almost showing that she had forgotten about him for the time being.

"Well it's easy when your evil after all." Soon as she spoke those words the music of a song played in the background as she moved to the man." Breaking a person can give you the truth you want. As I am sure........" She paused looking to the man still in restraints as if asking him his name.

He looked to her and in time figured out what she wanted him to say and stuttered lightly trying to speak. "Ja......."

" It doesn't matter, might be better if no one really knew your name then no one will know who you were after this." Rage moved behind the man moving her head to one side then the other as she sung along with the music. Did she need to do this? Maybe not have this much fun as she was having but the end result was for a reason.She stood up running her fingers across the mans face, her nails drawing small trails across them as they cut open and redden with fresh blood rising to the cut.

"When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call on me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it's all the same"

Ruffling threw her pockets she pulled out some cloth and wrapped it around her fist before pulling it around the man's head and fashion a gag to muffle his screams. Even though she does not mind them they would ruin the music playing in the background and she happened to like the song. That and it might be good to let him say anything give a hint to who he was.

"I'm the fly in your soup
I'm the pebble in your shoe
I'm the demon in your bed
I'm a bump on every head
I'm the peel on which you slip
I'm a pin in every hip
I'm the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and writhe"

Now she was having fun taking hits at the man and before long it was hard to see any part of his skin that wasn't covered in a thin layer of crimson life. The last hit was one from a swift kick that made the chair fall to the floor and splinter releasing the man who moved quickly like a trapped rabbit and darted away. This was Rage's playground and no one was to safe running from her. "Thought you wouldn't run, seems like this will be a little more fun then I thought. No one runs from me for to long your only adding a few more minuets of suffering to your life anyway."

Chorus
"And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need?

The man ran down corridors that seemed like a labyrinth at first glance and to anyone not use to this place it was. Only to run into a set of dangling chains that had hooks that sunk into his flesh like teeth of some monster only adding fear to the panicked man and Rage's footsteps could be heard prompting the man to tear them off him and slowly make his way to an exit he only could pray to find.

"While there's children to make sad
While there's candy to be had
while there's pockets left to pick
While there's grannies left to trip down the stairs
I'll be there, I'll be waiting 'round the corner
It's a game. I'm glad I'm in it
Cause there's one born every minute"

The next few turns and he had ran into Rage you had reached out and grabbed him by his neck and pushed him into another room and hitting the light with the tip of her bat. As the chorus played again the camera panned around the room showing many things that would only be in nightmares. A set of racks, and shackles, even an old table that had many tools that looked to be used for surgery. In one corner rested an mangled cage that she walked over to running a finger of the jagged edge. The whole room smelt like iron and the cage was the source as it was covered in red, mostly it was hers this was a big part of her past thanks to Dorian who had trained her within this cage. More history that seemed to becoming back to her. "Yes I know Passion you remember this relic to. We had some great times here, shame that our teacher of how this works is one of the people we could be facing lets just prove that he taught us well. Now we have work to do. Shh you will get your turn soon enough." at first you would think she was speaking to the man but watching her she was speaking to her bat lost in memories of her violent past.

"I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.

I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull
I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn upon the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start."

While she was off in her mind thinking of her past the man had picked up a long blade off the table and started towards her. Being shaky and nervous he only managed to cut a small gash in her shoulder. She turned slowly to him and swung once more sending him sprawling back to the ground and slowly walked up to him as he laid on the floor guarding his body as well as he could. "Take a look at what you all will become until i am satisfied I will continue a relentless attack until you are broken and simply ask to no longer live." The chorus was faintly heard as she spoke then she sung along wit the last part of the sung.

Dorian had taught her much on focusing her rage and using it as a strength and Maxine taught her many mental advantages in the ring and out making her someone you had to deal with and not just look over her as some small girl but a threat. Anyone that would think otherwise seemed to learn rather quickly of their mistake.

"It gets so lonely being evil
What I'd do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you're evil
I'm lying through my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need"

She used her foot to move him to face her and lifted her bat high before bringing it down with a swift movement with much power behind the sing and as the bat fell the scene started to fade away and was black as you could only hear the sounds of pain and then soon after nothing but dead silence that signaled the end of the scene.

(Man I feel rusty but thats what practice is for.)