Notes

The challenger, Sasha Banks was truly not ready to encounter the malevolent force that was the Bringer of Death, due to the fact that since the moment that this commanding seductress of darkness had been given an opportunity to compete for the Hardcore Championship, she had been absolutely unstoppable. Even when Nia Jax showed up and simply stole her prized possession away from her, 'Hendrix still didn't give up, and that was because of her undying passion of holding onto what rightfully belonged to her until the bitter end. There wasn't anyone even close to her level, which was exactly why not many people have made 'Hendrix suffer a defeat; as a matter of fact, it was extremely rare. And besides, everyone who did cause her a defeat, have been erased from existence by now. Known to be quite disrespectful towards her opponents, 'Hendrix made a great statement in the aftermath of her claiming of the beautiful Hardcore title. Besides, how did that damn joke of a professional wrestler named Nia Jax even get an opportunity like that? Perhaps it was just another contest meant to showcase how much of a fighting champion 'Hendrix was. Truly, before she showed up and became the titleholder, the championship's prestige wasn't quite as high as it currently is. You don't resist as the titleholder as long as she has without a constant target on your back. Each and every member of the female roster wanted an opportunity, and management simply gave those title shots away as if they were Christmas presents.
⠀⠀⠀However, that never intimidated the Ethereal Ghost in any shape of form, as she immediately became one of the toughest female athletes the division had to offer; which was exactly the reason why not being recognized as the legend that she truly was, was extremely offensive. People kissed the feet of people such as Charlotte Flair and Peyton Royce for no reason. Same could be said for the female walking around and calling herself a 'boss'. What she had done to deserve that opportunity, anyway? A simple overthrowing of the titleholder during a singles contest. Well done? Maybe. Marvelous? Hell no. The only marvelous thing that Valorous Wrestling's devotees had encountered was the infamous fear of the titleholder's wrath, which many people were terrified of. They were terrified of the fact that one day, this psychopathic force would show up at their doors, taking their heads and adding them to her collection; which, everyone knew that she owned. Hell, a house tour of her home could cause you a lack of sleep for nothing short of a month, perhaps even more, if you're a weak one. Meanwhile, Death's Commander was a wild card, one that you most certainly should never have the desire to play, since some cards can be extremely dangerous. Hell, even lethal.
⠀⠀⠀At the same time, the reigning titleholder found it quite exciting that they had given her something even remotely close to competition. The fact that there weren't a lot of similarities between the two, obviously, caused them both to have motivation for tearing one another's worlds apart. Banks had some false sense of superiority and entitlement, slowly becoming the embodiement of a narcissist. And though both Sasha and Taeler saw each other as the greatest of all time, Sasha was the delusional one; while the Ethereal Ghost herself had worked extremely hard to become so much more than an amazing titleholder. She had proven, time after time, match after match, that there was absolutely no one inside of that locker room that could do what she does — especially, not Sasha.
⠀⠀⠀The Poison Ivy of Professional Wrestling; quite the statement, seeing as Ivy was the most inhuman female villain throughout the comics 'Hendrix used to read in her false reality she called childhood. Of course, they were fake memories, seeing as she was indeed created in a laboratory, as a physical adult. Due to that, it was quite difficult to cause permanent damage on 'Hendrix; damage that would put her out of business.
⠀⠀⠀She could envision how rather abruptly she would force her opponent to rubble, and beg for mercy. But 'Hendrix, she possessed no such thing as a heart, let alone a soul. Emotions weren't something that she was used to feeling. Of course, there were the desires that came with creation — lust and hatred. She slit her creator's throat once gaining the strength to stand up for the first time, and as years went by, she learned to control her murderous tendencies, since people simply had the belief that it was the right thing to do. A sweet, innocent girl, never hurts other sweet, innocent girls. Well, as she had learned, the purest souls were the greatest sacrifices to the one true devil; which was indeed, herself. Many had assumptions as to how underneath a figure so tremendously beautiful, hid a demented sadist, who only found the accurate feeling of joy by spilling blood and breaking bones.
⠀⠀⠀Lacing up her boots, followed by her corset, the titleholder placed her prized possession above her left shoulder, heading for one room that she wasn't the greatest fan of. Most people chose to do interviews, before contests, while 'Hendrix simply recorded her thoughts, and put them out there for the entire world to see; and tonight wasn't at all an exception. Originally invited to take part in Colt Cabana's Art of Wrestling Podcast, she decided that training was a thousand times more important than any words that would come out of her mouth. Though she had nothing to train for, considering how great of a performer she truly was. Thus, what is a queen? Well, a true royalty figure showcases dominance whenever she dares to step foot inside that squared circle with rhe bloody white mat.
⠀⠀⠀A queen knows how to do what exactly has to be done; but above anything, what she feels id right. And the truth about leading a division is that sometimes, you just have to look in the eyes of warriors and say “go die for me”. As the truth has been spoken, the titleholder was certain of the fact that not only was Sasha far from her tremendously high level of prowess, but that she was going to tear the useless woman to shreds. Not only was she going to practice every single move that her sadistic mind can figure, until there was going to be no such thing as a Sasha Banks, another legend, turned failure, of a professional wrestler, who she sadly had to face off against. How unfortunate. Quite honestly; the woman who dared to call herself the Legit Boss of Valorous, was going to feel the wrath of a true sovereign. That queen? Taeler Hendrix, reigning and defending Hardcore Champion. Royalty was running through her veins, as she wore that crown made out of bones proudly on top of her head. She had horns, like the damn devil.
⠀⠀⠀ The recording device was laying flat on the floor, and all that could be heard besides the dreadful silence was the sound of two black boots made out of leather. The barbaric creature then showed up, wearing her signature grin, but with an entirely different attitude.
⠀⠀⠀ “Well, hello there, you damned imbeciles. Bet'cha didn't think you'd see me before getting inside of that ring.” With that creepy smile wiped on her face, she continued her speech. “Then you thought wrong. For those who have been living under a rock for the past year; allow me to introduce myself. I am a woman of many words, but most importantly; a woman of many accomplishments. And despite the fact that I know that many illiterates are watching, and clearly don't have a clue about what greatness really looks like. So here's your little homework; remind yourselves how much of a failure you truly are, as you scroll through my endless list of accomplishments as a superstar, and leader of the women's evolution taking place across the globe."
"I suppose that this is the part in which I speak about what I'm about to do to that untalented little snit tonight, but that's pretty out of character for me, as I really do prefer letting my actions speak for myself. But here's a tiny warning, ladies and gentlemen; I am the most destructive force in this female division. Don't believe it? Find the courage to step inside the ring with me, and you'll be entering my own little bloody hell hole. I truly am the queen of blood and bone – the queen of death and madness. This.. this is my queendom. And all of you watching, are just a bunch of sad souls. The thing that you call sanity; it's just this disease inside your minds that stops you from seeing the fact that you're all just small little nails being slammed on by a giant metal hammer. With the hell I'm raising at the moment, just stop for a second to think about the utter hell I will raise once I terminate your beloved 'Boss' for good. Sounds thoroughly delightful, isn't that right? Well, it surely does sound that way to me. I will retain my prized possession, even though it means shoving a large knife down the throats of these rag dolls just to get it. I shall reign in blood, and if you think you've seen psychotic, go gauge your eyes out with a spoon. So hold your hats, boys and girls; because you're all going to be the marionettes of my little freak show.” Running a hand through her crimson locks, she stopped using that aggressive tone, just for a little while.
⠀⠀⠀“You know; I wasn't always like this. I would just get back inside that locker room after every match I had, and offer respect to those petty female competitors, but not anymore. They reached into my chest with their filthy claws and ripped my heart out. I smiled the moment it left my body and thanked them, because I am way better without one. There is a damn reason why I have been given the first slot, gaining the opportunity of competing in the first contest of 2018. It's because 2017 has been the year when my illustrious career in Valorous had begun, but 2018 will be (MY!) year. Sasha's got some damn courage stepping foot inside of that ring against me in a contest with a hardcore stipulation. However, that woman is nowhere (NEAR!) as tough as the leader of the Hardcore division should be. She should go for the Divas Championship, instead. There is a reason why that title is shaped like a butterfly, and it's due to the fact that the titleholder's brain must be even smaller than an actual butterfly! So you better run now – 'cause I won't have any mercy holding me back from tearing you limb to fuckin' limb.” ⠀
⠀⠀⠀The titleholder's strategy hadn't been planned out quite yet, but she assured herself that she would walk out triumphantly. As she began to roam the entire backstage area, people were bypassing her, giving her the look of disgust at the same time. Most of those people were the in-ring performers of Valorous, mostly being disgusted at the sight of the Empress of Hell, because they knew how aggressive she could be, had any of them engaged into a brawl with the hellion herself.
⠀⠀⠀The champion imprinted a smile on her face, as she convinced the jealous vixens that she couldn't possibly care less about their damn opinions. Unlike the female performers that had stepped up to face Taeler, the usual audience wasn't aware of the level of malevolence that she possesed inside of her. She walked over to the curtains and listened as the crowd waited of their favourite Boston-native superstar to appear. She knew how anxious the crowd was to gaze at their queen, and that put such a smile onto her face. She was so damn prepared to give Sasha a taste of exactly what she had been asking for all along. The challenger was certainly going to pay, for thinking for one single second, that she stood any chance against the Bringer of Death. After all, if no one could dethrone her, then she would be the one to dethrone others. And well, she had a couple of victims in her mind. Sasha was most obviously not expecting to be butchered, but she should've been seen a complete annihilation at the hands of 'Hendrix coming, since this seductress wouldn't stop until blood dripped from Sasha's lifeless body, onto her beautiful championship. And that, was a promise.