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[indent]The world of Gods and Monsters. Yes. That was the world she thrived in. The world where she aimed to make two men pleased, proud, and [i]persuaded[/i]. A God and a Monster. Having lost her stage fright awhile ago, Mileena ran her black painted claws through her pink river of hair, fanning them over her shoulders. Her tresses always out in display for the audience to gawk at. Smooth, rich, and gorgeous. Those were only a few words that would describe the dignity her hair added to her bearing. Standing tall backstage, waiting for her cue, she looked at the make up artist in contemplative silence as he gave his final check and gently glided a deep red rose-colored cream lipstick on her ample lips. One of her personal favorites: Dolce & Gabbana “Devil”.  
 
If there was anyone who [i]deserved[/i] the title it was her. Morgana worked her ass off to be where she was today. There were no accidents. She put blood, sweat, tears, perseverance, constant practicing and sacrificing, for this. For her passion. She [i]loved[/i] wrestling. It was her life. More so than any of these other bitches who were little girls that wanted to play dress up and put a crown on, but were completely hot air. [i]Barbie.[/i] People would argue that Morgana has lost her magic touch and seems to be too focused on her hatred on the reigning queen (all for a good story) but no one can forget how hard she’s worked at her craft and her impressive run before the superficial Plastic came into the picture. 
 
And, sweeties, she’s still an active competitor. Just because she lost the title doesn’t mean they've lost her. They still haven’t seen the last of her. That’s for sure.
 
Her attention was brought to one of the few ladies of the AWE that she considered worth her time, being more selective with the individuals she chose to associate herself with outside of business. Trinity Ryder. One of the daughters of her father’s best friend’s. Mileena would say she was closer to the youngest Ryder than the rest, even if there was a gap in their ages. Perhaps it was due to their chemistry or perhaps it was because she saw herself in the aspiring underdog. Who knows? The sweetheart that was Trinity was hard to look away from and the enchantress was captivated by the radiating light that emitted from her friend. [color=008b8b][b]“Good luck out there, Mils! Break a leg, or well… you know. Don’t actually break a leg, unless it’s someone else’s... I guess. Make the crowd go: Man, this star is the bee’s knees. WOW them. There. I fixed it. Idioms are [i]weird[/i].”[/b][/color]
 
[color=a020f0][b]“Cute as ever.”[/b][/color] Mileena playfully rolled her eyes, while darting her gaze at the make up artist that pulled away from her and gave her a simple nod that notified her he was done. He tried his best to cover the bruises that Sydney rewarded her face from the last match. 
 
Finally.
 
 [color=a020f0][b]“Thank you, cutie. I look forward to the day I see you on the big screen with the mic. Until then, watch and learn.”[/b][/color] She stood up from her seat and started walking to her next destination, the ring. Stopping in her tracks, she looked back at the hopeful and bubbly talent, [color=a020f0][b]“Oh and don't hesitate to tell me what I could do better in. I'm always up for a good critique."[/b][/color] After blowing a kiss at the girl she considered a sister, who in return caught it adorably, Morgana disappeared from the backstage.
 
The crowd was absolutely livid, lively, and loud. Why? Because her theme song started off with her father’s intro with the steady [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lV2HGLt2-E]heartbeat[/url] before the screech of her theme song came into play, causing the audience to have a near heart attack for a second, believing [url=https://imgur.com/ArFsswE]The Faceless[/url] was making an appearance. She did, however, wore his mask and everything that was planned had intention. She [i]wanted[/i] them to remember. The AWE’s history is what brings them back to their seats, here at the STAPLES Center, and any stadium for that matter. Part of the AWE’s history was the beast that was her father. When Morgana was at the center of the ring, she let the crowd’s rage fill her with vigor as she stood there still, crossed arms, like her dad would do. When she was ready, and only when she was ready, she took the mask off slowly, gradually, with care, revealing her pale face. She looked down at it in total silence, listening to the crowd settling down, waiting for her to talk. 
 
It was her time to shine. 
 
Grabbing the mic away from the referee, Morgana brought it close to her lips and maliciously snickered, [color=a020f0][b]“Fooled ya.”[/b][/color] And strutted around the platform, her ravishing hips moving with every prominent step she took. Her amorous face was what they’ve all been waiting for and so she would let them take her in.  
 
[color=a020f0][i]Eat it up, babies.[/i][/color]    
 
As she seductively serenaded the masses with her nectar sweet words, she kept a tight grip on her father’s mask, [color=a020f0][b]“How many of you paid attention to our last show? If I remember correctly, I was told by a special someone, I don’t think I need to drop names for you all to know who, that I will never be anything but a mere shadow of my father. ‘What’s it like, little goth’, having to constantly live in the shadows of people that are sooooooo muchhhh better than you?’”[/b][/color] There was undeniable mockery in Morgana’s tone when she quoted Barbie, emphasizing the valley girl that made her cringe on the inside and out. 
 
Completely amused, her smile gleaming brightly, she widely grinned, [color=a020f0][b]“Give respect where respect is due. I am here, thanks to my father. If it weren’t for him, how would I have known that I am a true serpent in the still waters of the AWE? I am the fear in their souls. I am hell on Earth. The desire in me is far greater than any ‘doll’ that thinks they’re worthy for more than just a hand clap.”[/b][/color] She softly patted her mic hand with her father’s mask to display her giving a slow and steady clap to the other divas.  [color=a020f0][b]“I’m hungry. I want to throw anyone who gets in my way to the hounds. How would I have known how starving I was until I was fed? My fathers gave me a foundation. And I built my own legacy from it. Oh yes! I say [i]fathers[/i].”[/b][/color] She paused and waved the mask in front of her face, with conviction and utmost seriousness with the words that flowed out her lush lips, that felt like venom coursing through their veins.
 
 [color=a020f0][b]“Wouldn’t you say Roddy Quinn is daddy too? Not just for me, but for my father, and every star he gives the benefit of the doubt. Every star he FEEDS so that they can get a hunger that is hard to satisfy. That desire that can only be given after you take the bite of the apple from his garden of Eden. Oh!”[/b][/color] Morgana dramatically gasped in surprise, her eyes widening,  [color=a020f0][b]“Wait…”[/b][/color] 
 
Pause. 
 
 [color=a020f0][b]“When you think of Barbie what’s the first thing you think of? That she’s pretty in pink? Or that she too is what she calls a [i]shadow[/i] of other people. Mm, especially the shadow of her Dray-dee-poo.”[/b][/color] 
 
By now the enchantress was by the rope, leaning on it and scanning the audience with her crystal blue eyes,  [color=a020f0][b]“If she were alone, would she have built the kingdom that she wanted? Happily ever afters don’t last forever, especially to those that don’t respect the ones that help her lift her heavy crown. I don’t see a warrior. I don’t see a soul shining with royalty. I don’t see the hunger in her eyes. I see [i]nothing[/i].”[/b][/color] 
 
Morgana would be interrupted by another voice suddenly being heard in the arena, and it simply said, [b][color=00802b]“You want to talk about people being nothing?”[/color][/b] The crowd was left confused but the voice. It was not one they recognised immediately, but that was because it was not one used to talking. After a few seconds pause, it added the word; [b][color=00802b]“Partner?”[/color][/b] Now people were starting to catch on. At that moment, Sydney, in baggy green cargo pants, a black zip-up hoodie and her military camo cap with mic in hand, started to make her way down the ramp, met with a loud but mixed reaction. She was cheered for interrupting Morgana, but booed because the crowd remembered her treatment of Tsunami and Rosado last week. She brought the mic back to her face when she was halfway down the ramp.
 
[b][color=00802b]“Last week, I lost a two-on-one handicap match. You might remember it. You were there, watching, posing and running your mouth while REAL wrestlers actually stayed at the ring, and wrestled. Oh no, wait. It was a tag match! And you were my partner! I remember now!"[/color][/b]

By this time, she’d got to the ring, and slid under the ropes, getting to her feet. Now they were sharing the ring. [b][color=00802b]"There are more women in this division than Barbie. I don’t care that you were the Champion a hundred days ago. I care that last week, you were supposed to have my back, and you didn’t, and I’m not the kind of woman you want to do that to. I might take it personally.”[/color][/b]
 
There was [i]always[/i] someone who wanted to take her limelight. Yawning widely, Morgana turned her body to face Sydney, who finally was using her voice for once. Wasn’t that absolutely delightful? [color=a020f0][b]“Then take it personally. At least then you’d be someone worth remembering.”[/b][/color] Her lip pulled up in that wicked, devilish smirk she was known for.  
 
Sydney lowered the mic, and started to walk slowly and purposefully towards Morgana, the expression on her face making it look like she was actually trying to kill her. ‘Stick to your strengths’, Dawn had been told earlier. She wasn’t the best promo-giver in the world, but being a soldier gave you a few skills when it came to being intimidating. After a few very tense seconds, Sydney smiled, though it was not a happy smile. She brought the mic back up to her face, and merely replied with [b][color=00802b]"Oh yeah, speaking of remembering, that reminds me. How’s your face?”[/color] [/b]The ‘Oooooh!’ s started from the crowd. Even with Sydney’s dominant streak, it had been a good guideline for the women’s division to not piss Morgana off.
 
Morgana, or Mileena internally, gave Sydney a glint of respect from that comment, though externally, she glared at the wrestler that was testing her patience. [color=a020f0][b]“It’s seen better days. Actually, I was kind of disappointed. You could’ve done [i]so much[/i] better.”[/b][/color] Not only a sadist, but also a masochist. [color=a020f0][b]“It amazes me that you believed we could ever be [i]partners[/i]. You want to be on my level?”[/b][/color] With apathy, Morgana closed the space in between them. They were scarily close to one another. Chests only centimeters apart. [color=a020f0][b]“Climb, soldier.”[/b][/color] 
 
Those words took Dawn back to her own training. She tried to picture the Drill Sergeant in her head. Their mannerisms, their face, their [i]venom[/i]. She’d need as much as she could get to make this like work.
 
With the deadliest and most venomous of stares Sydney had ever given, she sneered and then spoke, in a low, quiet, chilling voice; [b][color=00802b]"Are you challenging me, Morgana? Because if you want a match, I’d be very happy to oblige you.”[/color][/b] They stared at each other with hate for a little while longer, before Sydney dropped the bombshell.
 
[b][color=00802b]"You’re not scary, Morgana. I know you get told that a lot, but people still tell you because you haven’t done anything about it. You’re just a pale ghost of your daddy. Would you like me to teach you what fear really is?”[/color][/b]
 
Again with the ‘daddy’ comments. How unoriginal. Obviously, Sydney doesn’t stay tuned to phenomenal promos. That’s right, because she interrupted it. Rude. [color=a020f0][b]“Bite. Me.”[/b][/color] Morgana hissed. To answer her question. Yes. This was not a challenge, it was an invitation. 
 
Sydney got closer, and tensed her arms. It looked like she was about to hit Morgana, but before anybody could get too excited, she dropped the mic, and left the ring, making her way powerfully up the ramp, not looking back, and the boos started to rain in for her. 
 
The crowd wanted blood.[/indent]