Post by Maki on Jun 21, 2018 4:47:16 GMT -8
We open to the huge bathroom in the Malibu house Melissa Aki shares with her partner. She is wearing a red and black silk kimono; her hair is down and dishevelled. She walks barefoot back and forth, almost in a trance like state, searching, trying to find the elusive object she cannot find. She stops dead and turns to her left to face a fifteen-foot mirror, her reflection comes back at her. She sighs in relief and then turns back and walks out of shot but in that instance suddenly the mirror turns black at the edges and we see the form of Maki in the mirror. The camera shoots back but there is no Maki in sight. We turn back to the mirror and the form of Maki, all pale, covered in black veins, blood oozing from the eyes, trickling down it’s cheeks.
“Oi. Bozo. This way.“ The figure of Daniela is recognized in the mirror. Maki keeps walking around the bathroom but is oblivious to us and the Demoness. “Come closer, pretty one. Oh, you see Samantha Hamilton promised something she could not keep. Oh yes. She claims to not be afraid of me anymore but Samantha lying to yourself is a sin and when you sin that mark, oh that beautiful mark starts to come to life, it glows red and that anger pulsates through your body. That is the Mark of Daniela. Should I remind thee of your little trip to hell? You have needlessly tried to explain how you are so much better off now but then who made you feel that way, huh? That is me coursing through your veins, Samantha. Do you remember how it felt to be trapped, to be held against your will? Do you recall how it felt with the blood rain falling on you in your own grave being buried alive? Of course, you do and this pitiful nonsense about not being scared does not bother me in the slightest. I will allow Melissa to fight you but you step out of line and that Mark will flare up and I will take your soul back with me and this time for good. “
Melissa is still walking back and forth, looking confused. She checks again at the mirror and there is nothing there. She turns her head again but this time she stretches her arms out and her head hangs to the side. Daniela smirks, flicking her tongue against the mirror from the inside.
“That was rather distracting. Britney Anders. You tried to mock me, pretend to be me but there is only one Daniela The Demoness. You want to play dress up, play at being a make-up artist? Then let’s play my pretty one. When you are applying your own make-up, your own concealer for those hideous pock marks in your little mirror, guess who will be staring back at you? Oh yes. I can appear whenever I want and wherever I want and your little fun and games have been noted. Watch your back, darling. Watch it really good. “
The mirror slowly turns to normal, Daniela has vanished and Maki suddenly wakes up. She sees the laptop underneath the mirror and smiles. She applies her makeup and takes the laptop over to her couch.
She grabs the title, takes down her kimono and wraps the title around her chest.
A creak. Dropping of pans in the kitchen. The usual spiritual going on.
“You are a Titan, Sammy Doll, yet I am the curse on you that you cannot stop. Let me tell you a story Sammy Doll: I grew up on the streets of South London, fighting for anything I could get. I was sent to a wrestling school to straighten me out, to give me routine and to lead me on the straight path. I took that path and made it my own path to glory. I had to fight bigger and badder men and women than you. I had to fight off muggers, rapists and murders on the streets. In the ring I had to fight people three times your size so forgive me if I do not fall into the trap that your opponents do. I am not intimidated by you. Yes, you may bash me from pillar to post, cut me open, watch as blood falls from every pore, but whilst you are doing that I am formulating my own plan and I will do WHATEVER it takes to win and you are not taking the championship I fought hard to win. Not in this or any other lifetime. See, you do not have the heart or endurance I do. You will run out of steam. Why am I even telling you this strategy now so you can defend against it? Unlike you who are a one trick pony I have a multitude of strategies to take you down. I can kick your head in, I can break your arms but best of all my number one strategy is to expose you as the fraud you are. “
She smiled. Twisted her head from side to side in mock thinking. What could she mean by this?
“It is simple, even for you, Samantha to comprehend. You are not infallible which I proved when I beat you for this beautiful championship and you are not a Titaness. This is just bullshit you use to try to scare your opponents. You see, your opponents are already shook by the fact you are as tough as you have made them believe you are. Your mind games do not work on me. I am not even mad about the fact you tried to steal my title nor am I upset that I freed you from hell and you didn’t even thank me. I am not angry with you one iota. Why? You do not mean anything to my other than another mountain to climb, another obstacle to obliterate. You stand in my way and my focus is zeroed in on you right now but it’s like fighting a mannequin to me. There is no emotion whatsoever. You see, I am defeating you and defending my title so I can have greater challenges than the likes of you. You talk a big game, Sammy Doll, but in the end, you will fall to the Makihouse Kick like the rest do. Nothing will stop me from achieving my goal and not even some blonde ignoramus can stop that from happening. When your head smashes off the boulevard do not blame me for your own shortcomings. You started this and I will end this. Welcome to your life of obscurity that mirrors your mediocrity. See you soon Sammy Doll. “
