Thread: WWE: Return of the Phenom (Athene & christian7_41king)

Alisyn Hatheway The concoction had indeed worked its magic. It wouldn't be until the next day - minutes before Smackdown started - that Alisyn even realized her thoughts were beginning to work, which thus meant the potion was slowly but surely wearing off. ... Oh shit! It's too soon! Fuck, fuck, oh god ... Her arms tried to lift and wrap around herself, but alas, Alisyn had no such luck. The potion had a lingering effect somewhat akin to being put under via anesthesia. As such, her muscles weren't able to move as quickly or something as she would have wanted. Oh shit! Oh god, now what?! Her mouth opened as Alisyn's instincts screamed to call out for help. But .... no. That would ruin everything, especially her 'rebirth'. Instead, she gulped and forced herself to try to stay calm. Mark's probably nearby. Take another quick nap. This time, you'll be ready to 'wake up'. Nodding to herself, Alisyn's body wasted little time in heeding her own advice. Almost as quickly as her eyes shut, she fell back asleep. It wouldn't be until a few seconds after she registered her body - hands to be specific - being moved and something being put in them that she began to stir. Thankfully, the chanting from the druids kept a weak groan hidden from the audience. Slowly, in a very similar manner that the Phenom himself would do, she sat up, setting the urn carefully down. Behold my darkness and power have risen her. Rise Alisyn! Rise, fight and do whatever necessary to achieve victory in my name and the powers the be! Of course, she answered, bowing her head respectfully as Alisyn managed to pull herself out of the casket. From this day on, you have my utmost loyalty, Master. Anything else she would have said was interrupted by the Dark Circus. And indeed, the Phenom would notice that she was actually rather irritated. There were just some things that Alisyn personally felt should not be disturbed. Her 'introduction' to the WWE franchise should have been one. But no. They had to come and steal the show. Typical group of clowns. Ugh. Yet, what really made her speak wasn't the fact her spotlight had been stolen, but hearing the Mouth dare to try to mock the Dead Man. Without offering any warning of hint of her actions, Alisyn took a hold of the mic and held it close to her lips. You will not speak ill of my Master, nor will you steal anything from him! I will gladly take those words and force them down my opponent's throat. You all will see tonight that it will be you who will .... rest. In. Peace. Some could argue easily enough that Alisyn may be acting a bit hypocritical. However, with the Undertaker having declared her to be his soldier and advocate, she liked to think otherwise. A theory Alisyn had often wondered about was soon proven true. A trap door opened and allowed them to escape underneath the mat. The lights dimming and music belonging to Undertaker's Graveyard Symphony allowed for them to easily retreat back to the locker rooms. Suffice to say, one of the very first things Alisyn did upon arriving in her locker room was stretch her body and joints out. After looking and feeling as if she truly were dead for an entire day, her body needed a gentle reminder on how to function again. So, the warm ups greatly helped out. Knowing she would be out in the ring soon enough, unfortunately, restrained Alisyn from having a full meal. On the plus side, she could feel her plan with choosing pasta for carbohydrates had worked out slightly. Compared to how exhausted she could be, Alisyn wasn't too tired. It was , however, more than enough for her to resort to eating an energy bar while waiting for her tag match with the Undertaker to arrive. Before then, however, she took the time and effort to watch the other matches play out. Alisyn silently observed, keeping her head lifted up as she stared at a nearby TV screen in her locker room. Upon finishing the last bits of her snack, Alisyn deftly tossed the wrapper away and gave her full attention to the screen. Only when she heard the knock on her door did she stand up, pulling the hood back up and opened the door. As she'd thought, it was indeed Mark. you ready? It time to put that training to good use. She nodded in an affirmative motion, smiling as her faux red eyes - turned into their new hue thanks to a pair of contact lenses - looked up into the Undertaker's. Definitely! I'm pretty sure I am, anyway ... Naturally, she was a bit nervous. But she was trying to concentrate on the more confident, slightly arrogant emotions swimming through her. After all, if you got through the ordeal with sleeping in a coffin, you can easily handle another Diva. The fact it wasn't Victoria made it that much more of a relief, as her mentor would definitely be tough. Not that this wouldn't be true for Chimera. The members of the Dark Wood Circus, however, were all wild cards and because of that, she didn't really know how to gauge or measure their strength. Hopefully, her training would be better than anything the new group had undergone. Or at least good enough, anyway ... Nodding mainly to herself, though also to the Phenom, Alisyn took a deep breath before straightening her outfit out. Here goes everything and nothing, I suppose ... She would wait for her new partner to take the first step. Only after that did she begin to follow beside him, slowly making her way towards the ramp. Step by step, she felt herself getting closer and closer to making her official debut as the Phenom's Advocate. The thought made a ghost of a smirk appear across her face and Alisyn's heart simultaneously race. I really need to thank Booker for trying to use me as a human shield. I don't think I would be here if it weren't for him ...