Post by darqueness on Feb 25, 2009 19:11:19 GMT -5
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Sara Sanderson slowly opens the door to the locker room backstage at the Wings Center. She enters hesitantly as she hears the door creak. It shouldn’t creak she tells her self and tries to comfort the thought by recalling entering the same room any other time before. Her nerves tingle slightly as she takes note of the dim lighting in the room. The fluorescent lighting flickers and flashes creating a discomforting hum in the air which crackles and pops every so often.
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SARA SANDERSON: “H-hello?”
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She steps into the darkened room and jumps startled by the quickness with which the door slams behind her. As her eyes slowly adjust to the dark she croons her head trying to hear beyond the hum of the lights. She almost makes out a soft subtle moan. No, she tells her self, not a moan but a hum. Deep and monotone, but clearly a hum…almost like a chant without words.
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SARA SANDERSON: “Is anyone here? I’m supposed to be interviewing…”
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Her words stop caught within her throat as she sees the shadow flicker against the wall. The massive form rocks steadily as it casts a menacing shadow against the wall. She swears she sees smears and stains against the wall within the dim light. The form stops moving and her eyes and mind are drawn back to the massive beast of a man.
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DARQUENESS: “Good evening, Sara.”
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His smile eases her tension slightly but the deep yellow glow of his eyes keeps her heart pacing. He lifts a hand and she hears the clinks of the wrist chains as he motions for her to be seated upon the bench across from him. As the lights flicker again she catches the gleam of steel of his massive manacles. Her leg catches the edge of the bench and forces her into a tumble. The pain she prepared herself for never happens as monstrous sized hands grasp her before impact. They feel strong and oddly comforting as she is lifted and placed gently to rest on the bench. Part of her regrets their release as the giant moves back to his crouch.
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SARA SANDERSON: “Thank you.”
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DARQUENESS: “You are quite welcome. I apologize for the state of the room upon your arrival. I have this…effect upon my surroundings.”
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SARA SANDERSON: “Oh?”
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DARQUENESS: “Yes. It is both a blessing and a curse from the one above. It allows me to hide what I am so that I may learn what you are.”
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SARA SANDERSON: “Me? W-why me?”
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Darqueness laughs deep and long. The echo does not scare her nor does it ease her nerves.
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DARQUENESS: “Again I apologies. It is not you I meant in particular. It is for anyone I meet. In the dark even evil is afraid and I can smell that fear. I can taste it. I know what it is as much as you do when you smell the cooking of food…or the aroma of opening a Bells beer. Most notably a Hell Hath No Fury.”
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SARA SANDERSON: “Oh.”
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She pauses slightly and then does a subtle jump as her mind kicks in to her occupation.
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SARA SANDERSON: “So you drink? Is that not a sin or something like that?”
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DARQUENESS: “Yes, I do imbibe. The action itself is not wrong. The over indulgence is. The hiding behind the act to cover your own insecurities is…the irresponsible use to excuse one self from any liability is. But that is not why you are here, is it? Unless you are asking me to…”
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SARA SANDERSON: “What? Oh no…not really. Sorry, I sort of lost track here. Mr. Darqueness I…that is the fans…saw you and your partner advance in the battle for the World Title, now you are to face the man that helped you conquer that first level of elimination…How does that make you feel?”
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DARQUENESS: “I see that Charlotte tutored you on interviewing me.”
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Sara’s face goes blank for a brief moment before her eyes came back to life. She furrowed her brow and leaned forward towards the behemoth. Her mouth opened to ask another question but the wrestler waved her off.
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DARQUENESS: “It was the base simplicity of the question. She presumes me a beast without intelligence. It is easier for her to deal with her own demons so for her I mostly grunt and moan. But you…and the fans…you need to know the truth. The truth about the question is can I face a man that saved my massive buttocks from losing the match not once, or twice…but three times?”
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Darqueness sits back and scratches his chin. His eyes close as if he reflects internally the motion of his fingers creates a soft scratching as they brush against his facial stubble. His eyes open again and he smiles broadly.
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DARQUENESS: “The answer is yes. He saved me. We were a team that is what teams do…they work together. Bit is strong and fast. He deserves to be a champion. He has the drive and desire. So facing him will be an honor. Perhaps it is not me you should ask that question because he might have a different answer. You see, he saved me but only so that in the end I could save us both. He knows that. He fears that. I smell that fear even from here. Because for him to win he must face that fear…and that fear feeds me.”
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SARA SANDERSON: “So you think Bit is afraid of you?”
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DARQUENESS: “No. Not of me. He is afraid that he can’t rescue himself before I can vanquish him. He fears his weakness and doubts his strength. His heart is strong. His will is great. His mind is shrouded in darkness and doubts. I exist in both those and grow strong there. So he is right to be afraid. Because in the darkness…”
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SARA SANDERSON: “Even evil is afraid?”
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Darqueness smiles and leans back. His lips move slightly as he closes his eyes, and she swears he whispers yes. Again he begins to hum his internal mantra and she realizes her interview is over. Standing she makes her way easily enough to the door and realizes that she is not as afraid leaving as she was entering. She tries to convince herself it is because she is leaving which is a relief where as entering had been dreaded. As her hand touches the door handle she glances once more at the giant. She smiles slightly and for some reason finds herself imagining him in a bar.
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Sara Sanderson slowly opens the door to the locker room backstage at the Wings Center. She enters hesitantly as she hears the door creak. It shouldn’t creak she tells her self and tries to comfort the thought by recalling entering the same room any other time before. Her nerves tingle slightly as she takes note of the dim lighting in the room. The fluorescent lighting flickers and flashes creating a discomforting hum in the air which crackles and pops every so often.
-
SARA SANDERSON: “H-hello?”
-
She steps into the darkened room and jumps startled by the quickness with which the door slams behind her. As her eyes slowly adjust to the dark she croons her head trying to hear beyond the hum of the lights. She almost makes out a soft subtle moan. No, she tells her self, not a moan but a hum. Deep and monotone, but clearly a hum…almost like a chant without words.
-
SARA SANDERSON: “Is anyone here? I’m supposed to be interviewing…”
-
Her words stop caught within her throat as she sees the shadow flicker against the wall. The massive form rocks steadily as it casts a menacing shadow against the wall. She swears she sees smears and stains against the wall within the dim light. The form stops moving and her eyes and mind are drawn back to the massive beast of a man.
-
DARQUENESS: “Good evening, Sara.”
-
His smile eases her tension slightly but the deep yellow glow of his eyes keeps her heart pacing. He lifts a hand and she hears the clinks of the wrist chains as he motions for her to be seated upon the bench across from him. As the lights flicker again she catches the gleam of steel of his massive manacles. Her leg catches the edge of the bench and forces her into a tumble. The pain she prepared herself for never happens as monstrous sized hands grasp her before impact. They feel strong and oddly comforting as she is lifted and placed gently to rest on the bench. Part of her regrets their release as the giant moves back to his crouch.
-
SARA SANDERSON: “Thank you.”
-
DARQUENESS: “You are quite welcome. I apologize for the state of the room upon your arrival. I have this…effect upon my surroundings.”
-
SARA SANDERSON: “Oh?”
-
DARQUENESS: “Yes. It is both a blessing and a curse from the one above. It allows me to hide what I am so that I may learn what you are.”
-
SARA SANDERSON: “Me? W-why me?”
-
Darqueness laughs deep and long. The echo does not scare her nor does it ease her nerves.
-
DARQUENESS: “Again I apologies. It is not you I meant in particular. It is for anyone I meet. In the dark even evil is afraid and I can smell that fear. I can taste it. I know what it is as much as you do when you smell the cooking of food…or the aroma of opening a Bells beer. Most notably a Hell Hath No Fury.”
-
SARA SANDERSON: “Oh.”
-
She pauses slightly and then does a subtle jump as her mind kicks in to her occupation.
-
SARA SANDERSON: “So you drink? Is that not a sin or something like that?”
-
DARQUENESS: “Yes, I do imbibe. The action itself is not wrong. The over indulgence is. The hiding behind the act to cover your own insecurities is…the irresponsible use to excuse one self from any liability is. But that is not why you are here, is it? Unless you are asking me to…”
-
SARA SANDERSON: “What? Oh no…not really. Sorry, I sort of lost track here. Mr. Darqueness I…that is the fans…saw you and your partner advance in the battle for the World Title, now you are to face the man that helped you conquer that first level of elimination…How does that make you feel?”
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DARQUENESS: “I see that Charlotte tutored you on interviewing me.”
-
Sara’s face goes blank for a brief moment before her eyes came back to life. She furrowed her brow and leaned forward towards the behemoth. Her mouth opened to ask another question but the wrestler waved her off.
-
DARQUENESS: “It was the base simplicity of the question. She presumes me a beast without intelligence. It is easier for her to deal with her own demons so for her I mostly grunt and moan. But you…and the fans…you need to know the truth. The truth about the question is can I face a man that saved my massive buttocks from losing the match not once, or twice…but three times?”
-
Darqueness sits back and scratches his chin. His eyes close as if he reflects internally the motion of his fingers creates a soft scratching as they brush against his facial stubble. His eyes open again and he smiles broadly.
-
DARQUENESS: “The answer is yes. He saved me. We were a team that is what teams do…they work together. Bit is strong and fast. He deserves to be a champion. He has the drive and desire. So facing him will be an honor. Perhaps it is not me you should ask that question because he might have a different answer. You see, he saved me but only so that in the end I could save us both. He knows that. He fears that. I smell that fear even from here. Because for him to win he must face that fear…and that fear feeds me.”
-
SARA SANDERSON: “So you think Bit is afraid of you?”
-
DARQUENESS: “No. Not of me. He is afraid that he can’t rescue himself before I can vanquish him. He fears his weakness and doubts his strength. His heart is strong. His will is great. His mind is shrouded in darkness and doubts. I exist in both those and grow strong there. So he is right to be afraid. Because in the darkness…”
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SARA SANDERSON: “Even evil is afraid?”
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Darqueness smiles and leans back. His lips move slightly as he closes his eyes, and she swears he whispers yes. Again he begins to hum his internal mantra and she realizes her interview is over. Standing she makes her way easily enough to the door and realizes that she is not as afraid leaving as she was entering. She tries to convince herself it is because she is leaving which is a relief where as entering had been dreaded. As her hand touches the door handle she glances once more at the giant. She smiles slightly and for some reason finds herself imagining him in a bar.
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