Mitaxia Vs. Jonathan Willis

Since the beginning of time, the being known as “man” have grown up starting at infancy; to accept imagination. Imaginary friends, Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, magic fae that take your teeth and leave you money under your pillow whilst sleeping. To the absolute, most talented individuals, whole worlds have been created so that they don’t have to deal with the harsh realities of the quote/unquote “real world.



The sad fact about all of this, as magical as it seems to experience all of that once more with the accompanying feelings that go along with it; most people grow out of their imaginations. Crazy right? They forget that the world is filled with magic, beauty, and the ability to use their imaginations to get through those times when reality likes to punch us squarely where we would rather not be punched. The flip side to all of this is also true though…



Imaginations can be used to create planes of existence wrought with mayhem, chaos, brutality, and of course madness. Corruption seeps into every part of that “happy place” people retreat to when times are tough and the once bright tapestry that exists through your eyes only starts to bleed. These people see everything from the opposite side of things than the aforementioned people. They are the people that only see their existence as a source of pain and destruction, so why not give it their all? It is of course the proverbial “psychopath.” Not the person, but the actual path that leads to this dark portion of the mind. Sometimes a person chooses to go onto this path; while some have the unfortunate experience to be thrust upon it unexpectedly rocked by surprise turmoil.



Mia Rayne is one such person. A person who grew up not knowing the definition of the word “friend,” having never experience that type of bond with another human. It didn’t help that she never really opened up to people about how she was feeling. Often times throughout her schooling years she wondered if people thought she was selectively mute. No one really “liked” her and no one really disliked her. She was a ghost in a crowd and she accepted the fact. Throughout high school, she blended in, never really standing out, but doing just enough to get through it all. Life had to hold something better, right?



After graduating, Mia had planned to go to college, but realized the cost, the fact that she doesn’t stand out, and she would never be able to decide exactly what she wanted to do. Shortly after, she resolved herself to a world of retail and finally… To realize that she was and still is to this day, transgender. The body of a male, everything else about her female. It was always a fact that bothered her, having a body that wasn’t hers, and the fact that she to this day hasn’t come to terms with this fact, has shattered her sense of self.



Now, dear reader, this isn’t information for you to understand all at once. This is all being told to the people as a whole to understand that while Mia goes through the motions of the mundane everyday… Grocery shopping, working out, eating, and whatever else she finds to occupy her day, she is running completely on an autopilot setting. Emotionless, blank, barely responsive on some days, and if she was listening to music? Forget it.



That was then. Mia’s happy place existed solely in her mind and that is where she preferred to exist. The idea of being transgender was nonexistent and in her mind, she already has the body that she desires so deeply. This is being said… Because now her mind has been corrupted by various outside forces.



Feelings of abandonment.



Finding out she had a family, that now lies in shreds.



Having an adopted family that left to “do their own thing” when she needed them most.



Jealousy of the people who, from the day they were born, got everything they wanted. Namely, a body that fits their mental image of themselves.



These factors separately all seem minute and small to the average human, but subject a person to the negative side of life consistently and adding pressure constantly; one might thing differently about how they view life and existence.



This story doesn’t take place in what most consider to be “reality.” This takes place so far away from reality that even Bugs Bunny taking the correct turn in Albuquerque wouldn’t solve matters. A place that many fear to think about but are still curious to know what it beholds. The sanctum of Mia’s mind. A place she calls…



MiAtlantis.

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Scenes of medieval torture are displayed. People screaming in agony as they are forced to endure the unbearable, the inexplicably cruel, and the unexpected ways that people fed their fetishes to deliver pain unto the masses. Standing in front of the blood and carnage stands Mitaxia, her hands behind her back, dressed in her usual corset on top, shorts and leggings on bottom to be topped off with her knee high combat boots. She rocks back and forth, seemingly listening to the sounds around her.



Mitaxia: Shhhh…. Listen to the music…



She takes her hands out from behind her, a knife held in her right and she holds it up in front of her, like a librarian shushing a noisy patron. A woman screams in the distance and a soft laugh can be heard from Mitaxia.



Mitaxia: Music to the ears… But we aren’t here for me are we? We’re here because the “boss” JC decided to try and punish me for getting my job back. Not by putting me in a match with insurmountable odds, but in the opening match against a relative newcomer to the hallowed halls of Carnage Wrestling. That’s right Mr. Jonathan Willis, I’m talking about you, and it would be in your best interest to listen while I speak.



Another scream. Mitaxia doesn’t seem to mind of course, though her focus does drift to the scenes behind her. If an expression could be seen, it would be one of longing.



Mitaxia: Mr. Willis, you’re… Nothing if not impressive. I’d be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge winning the clusterfuck of a first match on the Carnage roster. I can see you going further than you could ever dream in Carnage. You’re a man on the path of redemption and that can’t be something to ignore… At least according to your official Carnage roster page.



She holds up a crumpled piece of paper, the biography of Jon Willis.



Mitaxia: Seriously, I could sum all of this drivel about your past with one sentence, one goal. “Path of Redemption.” It’s nothing to look down upon and something to applaud. You sir, could very well be the future of this company! It’s just…



Mitaxia pauses, tapping the tip of her blade against the side of her head before scratching a particular spot. One would have to be concerned about an unnecessary cut… That is until she takes the knife from her head and holds up her arm, a cacophony of scars covering her forearm, once again addressing Jonathan Willis.



Mitaxia: Sins of the past are easy to forget about Jonathan, but they are so much harder to be redeemed. JC doesn’t see your potential. Potential you can achieve with the right… Help.



Mitaxia lets out a huge breath, almost as if that was a piece of big news she was chewing on, debating on whether she should share it or not.



Mitaxia: On the online bird platform, JC says that he wants to punish me with bad booking. He wants to keep me away from his precious title belts, his precious harem of ladies, and his precious ego. To do this, he thinks that he’s going to keep me in the opening match against… You Jonathan. JC is literally throwing you to the wolves and while you have your own set of skills that will make you a formidable foe…



A bloodcurdling scream rings out followed by the clattering of a bent golf club landing at Mitaxia’s feet.



Mitaxia: But have we forgotten exactly what I’m capable of? This happened before you were even a twinkle in JC’s eye Willis. I was placed against JC’s lovely fiancee in a match deemed “ultraviolent.”



She picks up the golf club off the floor, stroking it lovingly, like a mother who hasn’t seen a child in a long time.



Mitaxia: There were no rules and I took full advantage. My sisters and I wrapped a club, similar to this around Lucy’s throat and I was more than happy to stomp on it. She was placed in a hospital for a month and I haven’t forgotten that in order to try and impede me, JC brought her back within my grasp. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself Jonathan. JC is all ego, with maybe a dash of brawn in there for seasoning. He doesn’t think, he just does to protect his own interests, but he misses out on a lot in the process.



People like you, Jonathan. Now, I’m no golfer but…



Mitaxia takes a few practice swings, swinging the club like a bat, before wacking it against the floor repeatedly. The clang of the club lasted for a few swings before the entire shaft shatters to pieces.



Mitaxia: I have a monster swing. Jonathan, I see your potential. You can get off that path of redemption and onto a path where people won’t just put you in a match against your betters just as a twisted form of punishment. I’m not sure which of us JC is trying to punish in all honesty, but what if I told you that I have a way for us both to get revenge on our boss, the man who believes that in order to punish me, he has to feed me his strays from the talent initiative.



Join me and together, we can make sure that JC pays for all of his transgressions against both of us. You’d be surrounded by people that will lift you up to heights that you wouldn’t be able to reach otherwise. You won’t be the proverbial fodder thrown to a hungry predator in the hopes that the bloodthirsty beast will be sated. You’ll be that beast that the fodder is thrown to. I can promise you all of this Willis. And so much more.



All you have to do? Is open your mind, get off that path you’re on, and join me as we venture down that road not taken, what many have deemed… The Psychopath!



Mitaxia looses herself in laughter, the only sound loud enough to drown her out are the anguished screams of the unknown.

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Once upon a time, MiAtlantis held all of Mia’s most colorful hopes and dreams. It was a place to retreat to in order to remember that life is certainly meant to have some form of joy in it. Since her exodus from CWF, being abandoned by her adopted family, The Forsaken, and the drama between her and her refound sisters, Mia’s perspective on life has shattered into several different bits and pieces. Each one jagged and each one sharper than the last. As Mia navigated this new world inside of her head, she was of course nicked, bloodied, bruised, and battered by the broken fragments of her mind.



Most would think it’s a sad event, someone with as much potential as Mia Rayne, on track to become a two time world champion, winner of a 30 person battle royal the same night she faced Ataxia in a hellish match straight from the minds of both… And won. So many accolades and they all get washed away by the tide of the trials and tribulations that ripped Mia’s life apart.



Jaiden Rishel trying to corner her and ask for… Favors in order to push Mia to new heights in CWF.



Zephyr working so hard to bring out Mia’s crazy and then turning her back on her sister.



Big moments, all parts of the same fragmented pieces. Sure, Mia sifted through what she could, but nothing of course would be the same. Her view has become jaded and thus, MiAtlantis in its current form was born, or maybe “spawned” was a more accurate term. It was a world straight out of how Mia perceived things. Dark, twisted into forms that look directly like their real world counterparts, only obscured and malformed. Doorways are elongated and given uneven sides, trees look like they are about to pounce on unsuspecting victims, and gusts of wind were cold, bitter, and always brought on the feeling of dread. Looking around Mia sighs, having put herself here as she has done so many times in the past to try and make sense of the world.



Her sigh does little but stir a few pieces of broken memories at her feet. She picks one up, of course getting cut in the process. She looks carefully at the memory, winning her first title with Shadow. She scoffs at it and tosses it to the side, listening as she hears the tinkle of breaking glass. Taking a few steps forward, several more pieces shatter at her feet, but she doesn’t seem to care.



They were memories. Gone. They brought her here and they have done nothing to help repair the damage around her. Lightning strikes in the distance. Mia narrows her eyes as a beam of light appears. It wasn’t unlikely her mind was playing tricks on her. She walks toward the light.



And…



Nothing happens. She didn’t expect anything to happen as she stops at her reflection in an old mirror. Mia Rayne stares back at her, a sly smile on her face as she twirls one of her pigtails dipped in blue. Naive girl. Foolish girl. Thinking back on it, Mia has no idea how her life would be different if she had never accepted Shadow’s request to join him in his fight against The Institute. Mia shakes her head as the reflection stares at her curiously. Furious at it, Mia strikes out at the mirror, shattering the pieces and leaving behind… Her reflection still standing in front of her.



Mia Rayne: I knew you would be pulling some kind of Christmas Carol bullshit. Don’t you have a dead rich man to haunt or something?



The reflection tilts her head, her smile turning to a full grin.



Reflection: Even in your own head, you have a way of borderline offending yourself. You should really learn to love yourself and maybe, just… Maybe, all of these shattered pieces will fall back in place in an order that will make some sort of sense…



Mia holds up her hand, mocking the reflection as it speaks. She starts to walk away, only for the reflection to follow. Mia thrusts her hands into her pockets, wishing she could bring her e-cigarette with her to MiAtlantis. It takes several moments for her to remember that this is her mind and just like that, it appears in her hand. She blows the smoke toward the reflection that only follows silently at a distance. Moments turn to minutes, which turn into what feels like hours but are only really long moments before the reflection speaks up again.



Reflection: Searching for meaning in all of this mess again? You know that the more you look, the more damage is done. You NEED to let things fall into place and let go of all of this. Moving onto the future will do you so much better than holding onto these past fragments. Think of what we can make this into!



Mia glares at the reflection as she presses forward in the darkness. Distance is impossible to gauge in the pure black around her. It didn’t matter though, the black always put Mia at ease. She sighs, realizing that there wasn’t anything she could do to evade her reflection, it was after all a part of her. The reflection smiles, of course knowing the conclusion in Mia’s mind.



Mia Rayne: You know just as well as I do what’s going on. There’s an unknown light in my own head and I’m investigating. If you’re referring to current events…



Mia sighs, her human side suddenly showing itself in her expression before she regains control and flickers back to a neutral expression.



Mia Rayne: I don’t know. I joined Carnage and thought it would be this amazing run. Got off to a decent start I suppose but now?



She gestures uselessly around her.



Mia Rayne: In all honesty, I did this myself, I let it all happen. I chased them all away…



The reflection looks at Mia with deep sadness in her eyes. She reaches out and brushes the hair out of Mia’s eyes.



Reflection: It’s all the past, it doesn’t matter. What matters is what we’re going to do about it all now.



A green serpent appears in front of Mia and her reflection, towering above both of their heads but otherwise unmoving. Mia stares at the beast before turning to her reflection.



Mia Rayne: Yeah, I know. Jealousy is a petty emotion but consider this. All of these people grew up knowing who they were. Knowing that they were given the right body at birth and me? I’m just some abomination. I was late when they were giving out the correct ones and was given a discount model to compensate.



She sighs, staring into the eyes of the serpent as the reflection calmly looks on. Mia sighs again as she steps through the green beast, the snake absorbed into Mia’s back. If it did anything to her, she didn’t say anything about it as the two continue on.



Reflection: So you’re angry at the literal nature of the beast? It’s understandable. Changeable though with modern medicine…



Mia Rayne: As well as a thousand and one hoops to leap through just to be told that you still can’t get that surgery. It’s too elective. Where do insurance companies get off telling a person that a medically necessary surgery is elective and therefore not covered?



The world around them flashes red hot. Anger is felt all around as shrill laughter springs up in all directions. Mia growls as a hot wind picks up around them.



Reflection: Damn the man! So you’re jealous of all the normal people to the point that you want eradication to happen. You’re angry. So… Very angry. But how does one express so much anger?



Neither of them talk as they traverse the red terrain toward the shining beacon of light in an otherwise darkened world.

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Mitaxia stands in the middle of two sides of the same coin. Chaos on one, peaceful serenity on the other.



Mitaxia: Of course, there is always the possibility that you’ll stray away from my helping hand Jonathan. There’s a chance you’ll fall in line with everyone else and claim that you’ve “seen it all” before I was a mere twinkle in Mia Rayne’s consciousness. My retort is the same I give to everyone else that claims the same before you and have fallen before me.



You might have seen a lot, been around the block a time or two; your bio page indicates as much. You have yet to encounter… Me. You can choose to follow in the path of Lucy Wylde, Kyra Johnson… My own damn sister! You can turn your back on what I offer and make the claim that I am everything you’ve seen before. You can make your claims and I promise you Jonathan, I will do EVERYTHING in my power to make you see the error of your ways.



I can show you the world Jonathan. Or…?



She shrugs and looks over at the anarchy. An atom bomb of course goes off in the distance, the mushroom cloud rising behind her. She laughs, the tone an indicator of the incoming shock wave. Mitaxia turns to it, her arms open to accept it wholly.



Mitaxia: I kick you from the precipice on which you stand and laugh as you fall helplessly to your doom! I am the very fiber of what your nightmares are made of. You can either be my sentinel, my harbinger of madness or watch the world burn from beneath my boot.



The shockwave consumes our demented queen and everything around her as the scene becomes stark, white nothing.

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Reflection: You know what we’re here for right? You’re aware of the consequences of making this a part of who you are?



Mia glances at the shards of glass around her feet, each containing a fragmented memory. If nothing else it would be a nice tapestry of what once was.



Mia Rayne: I’m here to become what’s needed right now. I’m hurt, exhausted, so worn down. I tried everything I could to be the person everyone wanted… This is where it has all lead. My biggest accomplishment has been realizing that it’s time to move on.



The reflection of Mia and Mia reach the beacon, a pedestal and a glass box containing the mask of Mitaxia.



Reflection: She’ll take over this place. If you ever decide to come back… She won’t give it up without a fight.



Mia sighs and closes her eyes while taking one last puff of the e-cig. She exhales as she reaches out and takes the box, raising it above her head.



Mia Rayne: The world is over... In order to overcome the chaos, one has to become it, and I’m no where near stable enough to maintain all of this anymore. Look at everything it has become!



Mia nods toward the remnants of MiAtlantis, shards glittering on the ground and nothing more. The Reflection nods sadly, accepting the fate.



Reflection: In that case I will take my leave. When you are ready, I’ll be here to help you rebuild. I’ll miss us…



Mia Rayne: For what it's worth? Me too...


The two share a look before Mia blinks and the reflection of her is gone. She throws the glass box on the ground, throwing more shards. The mask of Mitaxia floats before her.
 With one last look at the remnants of her sanity, Mia puts it on as her own vicious laughter overtakes her.