Post by The Madness Menagerie on Aug 16, 2020 15:19:51 GMT -5
**OOC - Special thanks to Silvio for the collab! Looking forward to the future! ===================
Post Chaos 96 -
Mia stands outside Witch Dagger Ink, a small shop tucked away on a backstreet of Baltimore. She wonders how much traffic a place like this could truly get as she stretches out the kinks in her body after her match with Zephyr. Deep down, she knew it was time to pass the torch to her sister, give her that boost of confidence that she needed to fly further than she ever thought possible. Mia’s gaze narrows as she takes a hit off of her e-cig and glances at the artwork hanging around the shop. No one seemed to be inside it but the lights were on and a warm ambiance called Mia forward. She puts her hand on the handle and stops, her mind flashing back to fighting as Amelia and conquering a self proclaimed “witch.” At the time, Mia never bought into all the powers Cassandra claimed to have, but something here felt… Familiar. The hairs on the back of Mia’s neck stand up as she removes her hand from the handle. Taking a cautious step back, she grabs at her e-cig one last time and takes yet another big hit, not willing to exhale until she started to see dots in her vision.
It had to have looked awkward to any passerby, but Mia didn’t care. The familiarity of that feeling threw her, but it was only just a wild coincidence right? Mia’s head hasn’t been right since… Lordy, she didn’t even remember when. Finally exhaling, she takes a deep breath and opens the door. The air inside is light, the steady hum of an air conditioner in the background of Mia’s senses as she takes in the sights and smells of the tattoo parlor. She takes special note of a shadowed off corner of the shop, the source of her unrest, but begins to browse through available designs. A good tattoo was always one that was wanted for a while, but given the current circumstance, she had another idea in mind… Carefully closing the book she is looking at, she notes a presence in the shop and a wiry man comes out from the back, almost surprised to see her. He moved lightly across the floor, keeping the counter between them but given her appearance, she honestly didn’t blame him. Mia wasn’t one to keep up with her looks and she did just take a quick shower before leaving the arena. She closes the book and looks up as the man is now in front of her.
Mia Rayne: Happened to be out tonight and came across your shop, I’m sorry, you look familiar, and I’m awful at introductions.
Mia thrusts her hand in the man’s general direction, her other hand instinctively going to the Mitaxia mask tucked away in her back pocket, like a security blanket. She felt the monster stretching out from its slumber inside her head, but she quells it. Taking her hand off the mask she introduces herself.
Mia Rayne: I’m Mia… Mia Rayne.
She pauses chewing on her cheek.
Silvio Leon: Yeah, hi!
He takes the extended hand with a smile.
Silvio Leon: We kinda work together at the other job. Y’know, the one with the elbow drops and fashionably tight pants.
Shaking her hand, he gives her a little nod. The match she’d just been in had been...quite a spectacle of brutality. However, standing here in his shop, she seemed to exude a sort of vulnerability that recalled his time with Zane King. He’d been willing to give the Lab Rat King a chance; Mia deserved the same.
Silvio Leon: What brings you in? Looking to get some work done?
Mia pauses, swearing that in the bright, fluorescent lights, one of Silvio’s tattoos… Did it just wave at her? She shakes her head and forces her focus back onto Silvio. The man’s eyes, was he looking into her soul?
Mia Rayne: Uhm, sorry, yeah! Work, we wanted to get a tattoo, but it was kind of like a spur of the moment thing. Don’t have any concrete ideas in my mind so I was wondering if… It sounds crazy, but as a walking posterboard for tattoo artists I feel like they should have a chance to put something that represents them, like a calling card of sorts?
She stops herself. Rambling had always been part of her MO, but this was taking it to a whole new level. She sighs and begins again.
Mia Rayne: Sorry. Since we… I, don’t have an idea of what we presently want, I was wondering if you had any designs that you haven’t had a chance to tattoo yet, that you’re desperate to tattoo on the right person? If not, it’s cool, I’m pretty sure we can...I ca…
Once again she stammers to a stop and looks at Silvio, expecting to be cast out from his shop, a pox wished on both of her houses, and cursed for all eternity. Frustrated with herself, she grabs at her mask, but again stops. She didn’t need, it wasn’t Mitaxia’s time. She just needed to… Go away. Mia chews on her cheek and then realizes that she has been silent for some time. She smiles at Silvio, flustered.
Mia Rayne: If it’s not something that you do, don’t worry, I totally get it! It was probably a really silly idea, not one that people often ask because, who would want to put the decision to put a permanent piece of art onto their skin into the hands of a complete stranger? If you’re busy I can go…
Silvio listens, giving Mia the time she needs before grinning.
Silvio Leon: Nah, that’s not a problem at all! I get folks in here that have the same kind of needs. Why don’t I show you some sketch books and see what you think? I have a few flash designs that I haven’t used for anyone yet.
Lifting a few dog-eared pads of bristol board and toned tan paper, he flips them open and starts showing off a few designs. There are intricate confections of lacey, inked line-work making up different shapes and designs - stars, crescent moons, paisley, and flowers. Another page is a galaxy of watercolors bleeding into each other creating vivid hummingbirds, roses, and butterflies. Still another seems dedicated to what appear to be anatomical skeletal designs of fantastical creatures - griffons, dragons, mermaids, and angels. The next one is as if a treasure chest was broken open, spilling out an abundance of gems in a riot of rich colored pencil tones - emeralds hung from intricate webworks of beads, sapphires nestled amid beds of pearls and feathers. One in particular is especially eye-catching - a silvery lotus blossom in full bloom whose petals are multi-faceted jewels, its center a glittering, round diamond.
Silvio Leon: Haven’t done a gemstone one in a bit. Do any of these look good to you?
Mia was no stranger to the glitz and glam of new tattoo designs. The colors were always eye popping but the trick was to always imagine a faded tattoo. There was no way to keep the colors bright and after years of keeping careful care of the tattoos she could, Mia has learned how to get the most of the designs she got. Her eyes flicked from picture to picture, falling on the silvery lotus.
Mia Rayne: The lotus… It’s, beautiful! Think we could do one on the top of each hand, maybe shades of blue on the right and purple on the left?
She pauses, looking up from admiring the sketch and then back down again.
Mia Rayne: Nevermind, colors are usually best left to artist interpretation on the fly. Sign me up Silvio, you have yourself a customer!
He smiles and points to a waiting area, asking Mia to wait a couple minutes while he gets the tattooing area set up. Mia backs up, but is still too high off the adrenaline from earlier in the night. If she sat down now, she’d pass out. It’d be better if she had the steady buzz of a tattooing needle to help calm her nerves. Some people had classical music, Mia has her tattoos. She never went into a piece without making sure that it has some sort of meaning to her life apart from, “it looks cool.” Expression came in many forms and none as visually stimulating as pretty pictures to look at. Tattoos just added a whole new dimension to the picture and it was a rabbit hole that Mia often found herself falling down as she walks outside and takes another hit of her e-cig. The effect the smoke has on her is calming, able to think clearly she turns to look back in through the window of the tattoo shop.
Silvio makes his preparations in the area people get tattooed, little booths set up in a private area of the shop. Practiced at his art and even more so at keeping everything sterile, Silvio looks like he moves more out of effortless habit than doing any kind of physical labor. Mia finds herself watching him intently, something alluring in the way that he moved, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. All she knew for certain was that the voices and personalities that have shown themselves at random times throughout her career felt threatened by that man. To his credit, if he WAS hiding something, he was very practiced at it, but Mia felt something under the surface. It was just too bad that she wouldn’t be around for too much longer to figure it out.
She sighs and looks up at the stars high above her, her back against the wall between the door and the front pane window. She takes another hit and releases the smoke after several moments, watching it dissipate in the air after it makes its dance into oblivion. It was almost tradition for Mia to sit and watch the smoke she produced for several minutes, but this all just felt so different.
The end of an era, the flushing of the old, and in with the new and flashy. Zephyr needed that win tonight, more than Mia. Mitaxia didn’t want to realize that but when the moment is right, Mia has the ability to regain control, even for just a few crucial seconds. Her mind floats to Ataxia, his masked face formed by the smoke in the air before it disappears. Mia scoffs.
Mia Rayne: Typical.
Silvio Leon: All ready when you are!
He leans out of the shop with a smile, gesturing Mia back in. She seems distracted; something on her mind. Maybe part of why she was here was to clear her thoughts - she wouldn’t be the first to use tattoo work to do so. Hell, Silvio himself had always found it meditative in both the giving and receiving of new art.
Silvio Leon: I think the blue and purple shades will look great with your skin tone. Hand tattoos can sometimes get a little intense, but I’m pretty sure you can take it just fine.
He offers her a little grin as he steps back, opening the half-door that separates the waiting and work areas. Beside his station, the chair is set up along with the rest of his equipment.
Silvio Leon: It’s funny, but you're the second person from Carnage to get a tattoo from me in the past few days. I wonder how many folks on the roster I’ll end up doing work for.
Mia smiles and nods, taking a seat on the chair, trying to figure out who the other person could be. Of course she COULD ask, but would that be too much? Would she be intruding too much? The oh so familiar buzzing lulled her to lean her head back and closes her eyes, enjoying what could be the only reprieve she has from daily life. Suddenly, the pain in her hands is numbed and she is transported to that special place she has set to the side in her mind’s eye; MiAtlantis.
To anyone that Mia has gone to before, the artist usually assumes she’s asleep, her own weird way of dealing with consistent buzz of the tattoo needle. In all reality, Mia put herself outside of the reality most people lived in. MiAtlantis was alive and well despite her last visits there. Granted, it took a lot of work in order for her to rebuild her own little place away from it all from the pieces it was torn into, but she did it. She sighs happily, looking at her hands as the lotus tattoo magically appears, line by line, on her hands. Mia’s abilities with lucid dreaming started slowly, but she was soon able to gain control of it and incorporate it into MiAtlantis’ infrastructure. It’s what made her magical place work and she couldn’t feel more secure having a refuge to run away to in times of severe hurt or whenever she felt. Of course she could have stayed conscious and get to know the hard at work Silvio but there was a time and place. He could wait and besides that, his tattoos dancing had crept her out. Trick of the light? Perhaps, but Mia could feel those feelings come up in the pit of her stomach, the same that the very thought of the witch Cassandra brought with them. Mia sees the oncoming storm that the train of thought was bringing with it and quickly douses herself and surroundings with white light, shielding herself from the storm she wrought.
Even her safe place was trying to get to her, but Mia knew what the storm was really about. She wasn’t stupid and knew it wasn’t anything to do with the past. A voice cuts through the colors that swirl around Mia.
Cheshire: It’s the present.
Mia turns to look at her former incarnation. A version that crept up while trying to rebuild MiAtlantis after Loki had destroyed it all. Speaking of…
Loki Synn: We’re worried Mia, and coming from this one?
The jester laughs lightly while gesturing wildly to herself. A chill runs down Mia’s spine.
Loki Synn: That’s saying something.
Mia turns from Loki and sees Mitaxia’s mask on a pedestal in front of her, placed gently on a pillow and calling to her. Something forces Mia to turn away though and she confronts Cheshire and Loki, both of whom stare at her from behind their respective masks.
Mia Rayne: Listen, I get it! Totally and completely understand and agree wholeheartedly. This time, I’ve gone too far. I’ve let Mitaxia take me, take US, too far. Either one of you could have stepped in to help before I did something stupid though. We’re all in this together, remember?
Cheshire: Like stomp out any chance at reconciliation with your sister?
Loki Synn: Oh! How about the fact that Ataxia had to BOUND you with barbed wire around you neck and handcuff you to the ropes before you’d listen to him?! There was a time Mia, that you would hang on for his every word, that you’d do anything to be his priority….
Mia’s posture slumps. They were both right of course. Mia had wanted Zephyr and her to be something more than what they were. She rubs her hand along the marks around her neck, left from the barbed wire leash Ataxia had used to subdue her.
Mia Rayne: So maybe I got carried away with Zephyr. Maybe I got scared and was worried that if she wouldn’t accept me, accept ALL of us, she would reject me and we would hurt. You both know how much that would HURT!
At the last word Mia waves her arms around her and the normally cool color pallet of MiAtlantis changes to nothing but hot shades of reds and oranges. Searing pain goes through each of them, Mia included before Mia snaps her fingers and MiAtantis returns to the swirling fog of blues, purples, and greens. Orange lightning flickers in the fog but they all felt at peace.
Mia Rayne: So we hurt them before they hurt us. Sure, it isn’t fair, we aren’t fortune tellers. I didn’t KNOW how anyone would have reacted. We committed so many bad acts together. I saw Ataxia and Jaiden and…
She pauses as the clouds above reflect on Mia seeing Jaiden and Ataxia together. Granted, neither one seemed to be happy with the other’s presence. Mia sighs and waves her hand, erasing the picture.
Mia Rayne: I messed up, I know. But at the very least, I have a shot at making things better for Ataxia and I. Like, if Zephyr can find happiness in love, why can’t I? It’s not like it’s outside the realm of possibility that someone like me… Like US, could live happily ever after right?
Cheshire sighs; Loki and Mia both glare at her in reaction.
Mia Rayne: What’s YOUR issue now? Or are you going to answer THIS question with another question and a parable to go on top?
Mia glares at Cheshire, ready to banish her for the time being. Of course Cheshire would be able to come back, she is a part of Mia after all. However, Mia could at the very least clear the air as it were, a fact that Cheshire also knows. After a few tense moments Cheshire sighs again before replying.
Cheshire: There’s another one to consider that we’ve all forgotten about…
A giggle that Mia hasn’t heard in a long time echoes throughout the air. Mia snaps her fingers and… Nothing. She tries again but the same effect happens. The giggle continues to echo but fades out in the distance.
Mia Rayne: I really don’t like the sounds of that… She should have come when I called. She was always so eager…
Loki scoffs and stomps her foot slightly.
Loki Synn: Bullshit. Bitch couldn’t handle anything. She got lucky against the witch Cassandra, and showed up a few times after that to get her ass kicked. Probably embarras…
The giggle starts up again and fades, interrupting Loki’s thoughts. She gestures wildly for Mia to do something, but is startled to find Mia suddenly looking up in the sky, a look of growing concern on her face. Loki looks over at Cheshire, who also is looking upward. Loki follows suit and sees the thing that has the other two worried. Tendrils of black and emitting the most soul crushing cold stretch across the area known to Mia as MiAtlantis. Mia tries shielding them in white light again, but the tendrils only float over them, reaching out across the horizon. MiAtlantis starts to fade around Mia who begins to panic, unsure of what is happening.
Silvio Leon: ...Oh, boy.
He’d just completed the line work for one of the lotus tattoos on Mia’s hand when he felt it - that glittering elation; that ecstatic pulse.
YOUR NEW CO-WORKERS ARE ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL, YOU KNOW THAT? SO CONSIDERATE WITH THEIR SNACKS.
Shaking his head as if to dispel the sensation, the tattoo artist grimaced and muttered under his breath.
Silvio Leon: Tryin’ to do my job here, Spooky.
THIS ONE IS INTERESTING. THE RAT’S MADNESS WAS LIKE A COIN - TWO SIDES, ONE MIND. THIS ONE? HOW LIKE A DIAMOND THEY ARE. SO MANY FACETS TO EXPLORE.
The tendrils stretch out across Mia’s consciousness as she regains her composure. She shares a look and a nod with both Cheshire and Loki. No safe place would be safe without an emergency plan. Mia didn’t know what was happening, but she knew it wasn’t conducive to a safe and happy environment. Together with Loki and Cheshire, the trio join hands and stretch out their collective consciousness, shielding them from the sudden incursion. Mia steps back and Cheshire and Loki take over as Mia turns to head back to the real world. Might not be anything, but something outside of MiAtlantis was powerful enough to throw her world into complete and total chaos. She’d be damned if she didn’t at least figure out what was happening. She could destroy her own safe haven, thank you very much. The giggle echoes throughout MiAtlantis and Mia’s expression sours.
Mia Rayne: I know you're there Amelia... If you have something to do with this, I swear to everything considered "holy" that I will END you...
Mia glares at nothing in particular as Cheshire and Loki cover her exit, the Mitaxia mask glows in a pale and unearthly light as Mia exits her domain, her eyelids fluttering open.
Mia Rayne: Sorry… Uhm, must have dozed off. Everything ok Silvio?
Her eyes narrow at the man, something was going on. He wouldn’t have been able to enter her realm without help though. Silvio was hiding something and now Mia was getting more and more annoyed that she let her defenses down so easily.
Silvio Leon: Yeah...well, actually, I’m not really sure.
Sitting back in his chair, he gave her an apologetic look, rubbing gently at one temple after taking off the glove on his hand.
Silvio Leon: I might have to take a rain check on this one. I got the line work done for your first hand, so that’ll be ready for color once it heals - give it maybe two weeks or so. I can get the line work for the second done whenever you have the time. Did you want to schedule something? I’m really sorry - this feels super unprofessional. I’m happy to give you a discount, for the trouble.
The line work on her hand is indeed complete - a lotus with jeweled petals; facets intersecting to create a delicate webwork ready for color to bring out the fire within the stone flower. Mia glances at it and smiles, at the very least admiring the work, losing herself in how simple line work could form something so majestic and complicated.
Mia Rayne: It’s so pretty…
She shakes her head, remembering what brought her out of MiAtlantis. She narrows her eyes, noting a table with what looks to be a pack of tarot cards, but saying nothing about it. The time for a reading to see the exact person that Silvio was could wait. For right now, if Mia wanted to protect her realm, she needed to get away and reforge her walls and protections.
Mia Rayne: Yeah, we’ll… I mean, I’ll be back, because there’s only one of me right? Just the one…
She trails off looking briefly at Silvio as he puts soothing lotion on the line work, his face a curious expression of intense concentration, yet it looked like he was having his own inner struggles, and if there was something Mia was an expert in, it was inner turmoil. Still feeling the icy touch of the tendrils lingering in MiAtlantis, fended off by Loki and Cheshire, Mia pulls her hand back just as Silvio finishes bandaging.
Mia Rayne: Yeah, I’ll uhm… I’ll be back for that rain check, don’t worry about discount, I’ll pay whatever your normal going rate is…
She fumbles around in her pocket and produces a couple crumpled hundred dollar bills. She tosses it on a nearby countertop, free of any of Silvio’s tools.
Mia Rayne: Hope that’s enough to cover this session though. Consider any kind of a difference a tip. Word to the wise? I’ve been around the block once or twice, there’s a lot of crazy people out there. Gotta make sure you have protection, know what I mean?
Mia doesn’t wait for a response as she leaves Witch Dagger Ink, instantly reaching for her e-cig. Mitaxia’s realm was that in hurt, love, and loss. She wouldn’t have been able to do much against whatever was attacking Mia’s mind. No, right now Mia needed space, she didn’t have the time to deal with icy tendrils and mysterious people with tattoo and tarot card shops.
It was time to get the answers she sought for so long from Ataxia and she knew exactly what the next step was going to be.
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A quiet little house in suburbia. White picket fence, surrounding a traditional house with two windows on either side of a red door. One could picture a modern family grilling outside, the kids playing in the front yard, while the mother gardens, and the father prepares everything on the grill. In fact the scene is set up in front of each and every one of you, dear reader, but each of the people look… Off. All of their motions are repetitive and choppy, almost robotic in nature. As you picture yourself getting closer, you see that each of them are indeed robots, moving along tracks and performing a preset group of instructions. As you look over at the father grilling, you realize that he is grilling a bird, a cockatoo to be exact. Right beside it is a plague doctor’s mask, already on fire and charred in appearance. As you walk inside you are drawn to the dining room and take a seat at the end of a table, set up for dinner. Across from you, already seated and preparing to eat is Mia Rayne, the Mitaxia mask to her side. She smiles at your appearance as she begins to speak.
Mia Rayne: Thank you for joining me, whomever you are. I come to you, as a figment of your imagination to paint you the picture of what is currently happening between myself a charming heroine that might be a little crazy up in the noggin and Ataxia, a legend in the hallowed halls of Carnage. People have described his appearance at Chaos 96 as if they were seeing a myth appear before them for the first time, something akin to Bigfoot stepping out of the woods and asking you if you have anything to prevent athlete’s foot. We’d mention products but ya know… Copyright laws are a thing.
She pauses, chewing on her finger nervously. You notice white scars on her arm in the light as she lowers it. She laughs lightly the noise as dangerous as something falling into the most fragile of ceramics.
Mia Rayne: Are you noticing the “art work?” Home grown, I know, hard to look at at times.
She sighs, lost in the cacophony of scars.
Mia Rayne: I could tell you about each and every one of those times. I could tell you about the feelings associated with them and what drove me to do such violent things to myself. Some of them aren't self inflicted of course.
Mia rubs her neck where the faint marks courtesy of being wrapped up in barbed wire by Ataxia, sit at the base of her neck; like a permanent necklace.
Mia Rayne: However, you are not my therapist. Some of these scars… They have to do with Ataxia and that’s the topic of our dinner conversation tonight. Ataxia and I… We’re the gothic equivalent of two star crossed lovers destined to be together. I came to CWF, unknown and the first people that snatched me up, without question, were Shadow and Ataxia. The three of us together formed The Forsaken and together we recruited the likes of Dorian Hawkhurst and his daughter Chloe, Zach Van Owen, and a name some of you might be familiar with, Jimmy Allen.
We were a dominant force of nature, Shadow and I capturing tag team gold, Ataxia, believe it or not feuding with Dorian over a belt called the Impact Championship, forging a friendship the likes I’ve never seen before. It was every bit of psychotic and psychological as one might imagine and when everything was said and done? The winner was declared and the friendship continued. That’s how we all operated. A true family, bonded together through loss or whatever else brought us to that point in finding each other. Now…
She pauses as the mother figure comes in on a track, delivering a steaming plate with a cloche over it. The steam escapes from around the bottom, creating an eerie effect. Mia smiles through the smoke.
Mia Rayne: Mmm… Smells like we’re in for a delicacy, but for now, it will have to wait. I promise, it will be well worth it. Now where was I?
She pauses and then snaps her fingers.
Mia Rayne: Right, The Forsaken. We were strong and fought off a group of people calling themselves Ouroborous, a faction under the power of The Institute, a place ruled by evil under the guise of advancement through the healthy combination of magic, religion, and science. Picture a stereotypical evil corporation and whomp there it is. For whatever reason, they sent the Oreo Bros. to CWF to take over. We drove them off after fierce battles. Now, for whatever reason, yours truly got paired to face off against an Oreo Bro. named Cassandra. Cassandra, for lack of better terminology was their group’s prophetess. She was able to see some things in the future and she predicted she would destroy me from the inside out.
For what I feel are obvious reasons…
Mia raises her arms and you can see her waving around in the fog to indicate that she is indeed present in this realm of consciousness.
Mia Rayne: I need to tell you that Cassandra wasn’t able to beat me from the inside out. She came close, trying to smack Chloe with my trusty cast iron skillet, Lynk. However, I took the hit for the young one and went on to beat the piss out of her. I had help though…
Mia sighs and glances at the Mitaxia mask next to her.
Mia Rayne: What you have to understand is that throughout the course of my career, I’ve been able to access different personalities to help me deal with whatever situation I was up against. The first one I met was Amelia, the personality that helped me overcome Cassandra. Afterward, Amelia took her beatings and she wasn’t seen very often sense. Following Amelia though, people saw the advent of several others. Loki, Cheshire, and most recently, Mitaxia. You’ve all seen Mitaxia work and as the person sitting in the backseat to Mitaxia’s carnage, no pun intended, you have my apologies. Mitaxia is a personality spurned by love and hatred as well as the love of hatred and the hatred of love.
Confusing isn’t she?
She isn’t an entity I can rely on like any of the others. Mitaxia is tied to the mask, like Ataxia is tied to his own mask. Now, his connection to his mask is not my story to tell. My story to tell is Mia’s part, MY part in Mitaxia. You see, Mitaxia isn’t a person. The name itself is a combination of us. Ataxia and Mia. The two lovebirds that one could always expect to show you that no matter how dark a soul you have… Love will always find a way. Fecking corny as sin, I know, but it’s the damn truth.
She sighs, sadly remembering the times with her and Ataxia. Happy times, a lot of them displayed on the wall behind Mia like some projector video. You look behind you to see the projector, but find nothing. The memories show before you like a movie, a lot of them showing Ataxia and Mia embracing each other, sharing a kiss under the moonlight, and even warring against various foes. “Mitaxia” facing off against each other is also shown and Mia sighs again.
Mia Rayne: Ataxia and I had our good times, the BEST times in my life were when I was in The Forsaken. But like most things in this life, once you realize just how good you have it…
She snaps her fingers and the movie ends, the wall now just the same decor it was before.
Mia Rayne: It gets snatched away. After a while, The Forsaken went their separate ways. For whatever reasons, Ataxia worked to save CWF against everyone else. I was otherwise incapacitated, and Ataxia had kidnapped Shadow’s boom boom kitty… Myfanwy. No worries, Shadow eventually found Myfanwy after triumphing over Ataxia after a gritty feud. Shadow left soon afterward, Ataxia disappeared, Dorian had gone at that point, and me? I went on to winning a freaking battle royal against twenty nine other people, the same night I was able to best Ataxia in a match in order to get him to realize that he still loved me. Another story for a different time.
At the time, CWF was ruled by a champion by the name of Dan Ryan, a man known as “The Ego Buster.” Zach, the youngest member of The Forsaken had earned a championship match against him and took the man to task. Zach fell though and Dan’s rule continued. A brutal reign that saw him bring in his own stable. At the time I won that battle royal, I seemed like the last hope to end his reign…
She trails off, her voice fading in a sad tone and her gaze glossing over. She begins again, her speech emotionless as she stares into the great abyss.
Mia Rayne: After I won the battle royal, I was alone. The Forsaken had all but disbanded and Ataxia was still MIA, again, no pun intended. He was my first and only love, and he abandoned me. He LEFT me. He said he loved me, but he left me questioning if he really meant it. Shortly after I won the opportunity to face off against Ryan at our biggest event of the year, Wrestlefest, I learned that I had also earned a spot in the CWF hall of fame. Jaiden Rishel, the owner of CWF at the time said he would offer me greater opportunity if I did him his own set of favors... Sexual in nature. Become just another notch in a bedpost and another hole in a belt of fulfilled kinks; as it were.
Her gaze comes back, a flash of fury before she calms herself.
Mia Rayne: I walked away from him and CWF at that point. I honestly don’t know what happened to that federation, we, The Forsaken were invited back for their one hundredth show, and we said that the company CWF could go to hell. The fans, we were there for them, and if they ever needed us, to only call. They never did again. CWF closed its doors, and that’s the last I heard. I came to Carnage after I left Jaiden and CWF though, not looking back. I met Zephyr and the rest as they say, is history. Since coming to Carnage, I honestly thought my presence would be enough to flush out Ataxia, to find my answers as to where he went and why he was hiding from me. Why he would say that he loves me only to run and hide when I needed him the most.
I know it's a fool's errand. The kind of love that I see from Zephyr and Belle, from most "happy" couples... It's just not something that Ataxia and I will ever have. This?
She gestures around the room. The robotic family come in and surround her and you see them as one deranged family suddenly.
Mia Rayne: It isn't going to happen for me and Ataxia. We'll find our own happily ever after mind you, eventually. The end result of my plans to flush out Ataxia? Well, I didn’t find my answers as we all know. If anyone could flush out The Messiah Pariah, my Knight in Shining Burlap, it was going to be me. I knew he was watching me the entire time, I know him well enough to know that if I were to get close to him, he would take two steps back and hide once again.
My one true love, running from me after declaring that he actually did love me. Did he really mean it then? That part, I don’t honestly know. That’s why I’m here, that’s why I’m attacking everything he knows and loves. I know he loves me and that’s why, Mitaxia?
She picks up the mask and puts it on.
Mitaxia: I’m not an act. I’m hurt, I’m in love, and I want my damn answers Ataxia. You challenged me to a match that would make any normal person shudder with fear, just at the name of it. I welcome it, I look forward to everything you want to try and put me through.Welcome all of it. We have a very specific language of love Ataxia and this match will be our way of communicating everything to each other. I want you to bring everything you have, because I want to know it all, I want to experience every piece of who you are, because THAT Ataxia, is what love really is. You say that you love me, now it’s time to actually prove everything that you say.
Mitaxia laughs, evil and malicious before whipping the cloche off the steaming plate. Steam billows out before it clears. Ataxia’s mask sits in the center, grill marks across it.
Mitaxia: If you thought anything I’ve done up to this point is bad? Well, you haven’t seen ANYTHING yet.
She snaps her fingers and just like that? Your dinner is over.