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

Alisyn Hatheway Urgh! Somewhere in between exchanging blows and then respectively dodging them, Victoria had finally pressed the worst button possible. And from what Alisyn could gather, she had meant to activate her 'bitch switch', if the new Diva had a word to call it. There ya go! Victoria encouraged, smirking as she noticed a very visible change in Alisyn's pace, as well as the amount of strength each attack was now starting to include. Keep that with you at all times. That's lesson two. Lesson three ... Yanking Alisyn forward and trapping her head between her thighs, Victoria flashed her a smug grin. While I did say to embrace your wrath, be mindful of it too. Otherwise .. it leads to situations like this ... Every time Alisyn struggled, she squeezed tighter. When the threat of losing a bit too much oxygen registered, she stopped. For a bit, it seemed like the move was supposed to be a submission one. Alisyn raised a hand and started to move it in order to tap against Victoria's leg. Instead of being pulled and tossed back down onto the canvas like a Pedigree like she'd expected, though, Alisyn was gripped and tossed against Victoria's back. ... Oh shit! Her brain had registered way too late the inevitable Widow's Peak was about to be executed directly onto her. Alisyn tried everything possible, from struggling against Victoria's hold to even biting her hands in hopes of breaking the maneuver. Alas, no such luck. In one more fluid motion, Alisyn painfully fell forward onto her stomach, making her whimper and cry out in agony. A weak groan passed her lips as she stayed, lying sprawled out on the canvas. Hmph. I'll let you regain your breath and composure. You got three minutes no more, no less. Soon after her first training session, Vince gave her news she never would have expected. She had been assigned a partner, one she wasn't certain if she deserved. Regardless, it seemed Alisyn would be working from here on out with the Dead Man himself. ... I ... A nervous chuckle helped end the stammering before she managed to weakly nod. Alright then! I guess we'll see how it all goes, huh? ... Holy fuck. Really?! Me ? With the Undertaker? This would be huge. The only other person Alisyn had ever really seen with him before was Kane. And now, she was about to enter his life, whether his half-brother liked it or not. .... In fact, that in itself was a bit nerve-wracking. Something told her an odd arc regarding an unorthodox brotherly feud may arrive in the future. The thought made her blow a few bangs away from her face as Alisyn slowly exited the stadium, eager to get a meal and shower in. Her body needed both, pretty badly too. Over the next five months, she was given more and more details as they were decided upon. Finally, the entire plan was relayed and ... wow. It was quite the stunt that was being asked from her. You want me to what?! That had been her exact reply to Vince when the CEO explained she would be 'brought back to life'. Earlier in the day, she had been given a drug. To be more exact, it was the equivalent of what Juliet from Romeo and Juliet downed in order to feign a death-like appearance. It wasn't surprising that there was indeed a way to look and act deceased Alisyn had just never heard of it before now. Twenty-four hours, she muttered, That's how long it'll last. It ... it'll just be a really long nap. Oh god ... Supposedly, there would be medical personnel on standby. That was all well and good but ... if her own body would put the act up, per se, then how would they know if something went wrong? That was what was scaring her the most. Simultaneously, it was also true to confess the parts involving being put in a coffin were just as nerve-wracking - if not more so - than pretending to be dead. Fuuuuuuuck ... Her head tilted back as she took a long, deep breath in an effort to calm herself. Slow down. If nothing else, Mark will be there. He can give them a signal if it really gets that dire. Nodding to herself, Alisyn couldn't help but smile. Oddly enough, the rumor she'd heard about most wrestlers and their attitude off camera had been mostly true. Even Victoria, whom had given her many tough training sessions, wasn't doing it simply to be a bitch. It was more or less tough love. By their fifth session together, Alisyn had seen Victoria wasn't actually all that bad of a woman. The same principle held true to the Undertaker. In fact, she had grown fond of Mark over the past months. Although she felt pretty certain it was simply a professional relationship, a very selfish part of her couldn't help but wish it was more. ... Maybe it was for the best that things stayed casual instead of shifting to intimate, though. She'd already get one hell of a target metaphorically placed on her back the moment she was declared to become the Phenom's soldier and advocate. If they became more than co-workers? ... That target would only get bigger before smaller, and that was already assuming she did well in her career. After a while, he and some of the other Superstars assisted Victoria in her physical training routines. As tough as the addition of men had been, Alisyn knew and felt it had definitely helped out. Kinda wish Mark had helped improve my mental strength though. I dunno if I can do this ... Sneaking one last peek at the drug which had come in liquid form - Alisyn sighed before setting it down, slowly unwrapping the towel from herself. Alisyn had recently finished showering, knowing she would be picked up for ... not quite a date, per se. It was, as Mark put it, more like an official welcoming party now that she was about to make her debut as a Diva. What an entrance this'll be ... she mused, going through her wardrobe as quickly as possible. Her head tilted as she stopped to stare at an ... interesting outfit. Was it a bit too much? Maybe not. Her very technical and logical side insisted it would make the most sense to wear the same outfit she had last been seen in. The most subtle of hints about her being treated had been mentioned on television to the audience. Only her parents and friends knew she was actually okay. Otherwise, it seemed Vince was allowing them to get the faintest of ideas regarding her possibly reappearing. The exact details, though, had obviously been omitted. So ... if we're going to pretend you've been kept hidden away and preserved for this long, you may wake up in something he would choose for you anyway, not what everyone last saw you in. Plus, it'd make things easier to just wear something for both her debut and the party. Nodding to herself, Alisyn turned so her back was facing the large vanity mirror hanging in her hotel bathroom. As the towel fell from around her body, she grabbed a smaller hand mirror and angled it so she could admire a prop. It had been something Alisyn got about a month after she found out she would be working with the Phenom his own symbol , which she'd had tattooed onto her back. ... Yet for some reason, she had never mustered the courage to tell Mark about getting the tattoo. Why was beyond her. It was in an appropriate location and it'd make the act that much more convincing. But ... it felt just as ... wrong? No, not quite that. Taboo? Maybe. Sorta. You're over-thinking again. This is just a professional relationship. Nothing more, nothing less ... It was probably linked to that very concern, not wanting to give off the wrong impression. After staring for a few more seconds, she slipped first into a set of black lingerie , followed by her corset and jean outfit . Alisyn barely finished slipping into a pair of black heels before hearing the knock upon her door. ... So much for having time to second guess my appearance ... Be there in a sec! she called out, grabbing the last prop - a black cloak - which wouldn't be needed until after the party. Draping the black fabric hastily over her right arm, Alisyn hurried toward the door, grabbing the vial with the 'sleeping potion' contents in it. Whilst keeping the small, glass container held tightly but gently in her left hand, she opened the door with her right. Hey Mark, she greeted, barely fighting off the urge to blush in front of him, particularly because of the outfit he now saw her in. If you wanna come in for a bit, you can. Otherwise, I'm ready as I'll ever be to head out.