Velvet Sky hightailed it and Ivelisse wanted to stand her ground, but decided against it. If anything, this has caused a feeling of extreme rage to fester within the easily angered woman known as La Sicaria. Even now as she warms up for her match at Fanniversary against Candice LeRae and Mandy Rose, the feeling of rage and embarrassment over the fact that she allowed herself to be punked out by some little bitch in a mask has been eating away at her. "Maldito infierno..." Ivelisse says to herself, cursing over the fact that she let herself look weak. "¿Cómo coño podía dejarme ver como un cobarde contra una perra con una máscara? God dammit! You're better than this, Ivelisse! You shoulda knocked him the fuck out!"
A light giggle can be heard in the distance, almost echoing through the room, before speaking out.“Yeah, you looked like a real pussy, huh?”The voice states, seemingly not coming from any one point in the room, reverbing all around.
"Who's the dead bitch that said that?!" Ivelisse says as she starts looking around the room. "And where the fuck are you?! Show yourself and I might let you go to the hospital, and not the fuckin' morgue!"
Within the shadows, stepping from behind Ivelisse and poking her head over her shoulder is none other than the pale skinned, raven haired Priscilla Kelly, a devilish ear to ear grin plastered on her pretty face as she breathes into Ivelisse’s ear.“I’m right here, partner...”
Upon instinct, Ivelisse takes Priscilla down with a snapmare and is about to hit her until see who she really is. "Goddamn it, Paige! The fuck you doin'?"
Letting out a cackling laugh as she lays on her back, Priscilla stares up at Ivelisse with wide eyes as she rubs down her exposed stomach.“Oh ho ho ho... So you’re into that kind of thing, huh? I can dig that...”She then rolls over onto her stomach, leaning on her elbows.“But I’m not your old British friend. I’m much... Much better.”
"Oh, you ain't Paige?" Ivelisse says in a quizzical tone. "Then who hell are you and why should I give a damn?!"
Priscilla licks her lips as she sizes Ivelisse up, her eyes scanning every inch of her body as she crawls over to her on all fours."I'm Priscilla Kelly. I'm Hell's Favorite Harlot, I bite all the girls I like in all the places I like while I punish them and make them my victims."She somewhat brags with a smirk as she rises to her feet, her face inches away from Ivelisse's body as she rises until she stands facing her, again directly in her face."And I've got more wins here than you."
Ivelisse glares at Priscilla, thinking about wanting to twist this skinny little Paige lookalike bitch into a pretzel. "You better watch what you fuckin' say around me."
With a lip bite, Priscilla reaches out and touches Ivelisse's cheek, stroking some of her hair back."Or what? You're gonna hit me? Hurt me? Make me scream?"She asks before leaning into Ivelisse's ear."Don't threaten me with a good time..."Her head then suddenly arches back unnaturally."But I didn't come to you for pleasure. Not yet."
"Pleasure? The fuck?" Ivelisse raises an eyebrow and shakes her head in disbelief in response to Priscilla.
"No.... No. I came here because I wanted to let you know that when we're teaming up, you can rely on me to watch your back."Slinking behind Ivelisse, Priscilla stares at her back, her eyes glancing downward."Oh yeah, keeping a real close eye on your back..."
"Oh, yeah?" Ivelisse says apprehensively. "And just how fuckin' close we talkin'?"
Chuckling sinisterly, Priscilla descends backwards."Don't worry about it... I'll see you later... Girlfriend."She snarkily remarks with a flirting grin and even a wink before fading back from whence she came.
"The fuck?" Ivelisse says, scratching her head, wondering what the hell is happening. "Girlfriend?"
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Sometime later after the tense confrontation between the two extremely dynamic yet polar opposite personality types, it is the day of Fanniversary. And once again, the two find themselves brought together again, awaiting the moment in which they will be forced to cooperate with one another in the ring, in what should truly be a must-watch affair. Both face the camera, with Ivelisse looking into the camera with an odd look. Normally. she only has one gear and that is 'pissed off.' On this night, the look on the face of the Baddest Bitch in the Building is more than 'pissed off'. Not only is Ivelisse pissed off, but she is also visibly annoyed. While people are wondering why she looks angry and annoyed at the same time, no one would ask out of fear for having the piss beat out of them. Meanwhile behind Ivelisse, to her right, Priscilla stands squatting on top of a production box with her arms forward, arched forward almost like a gargoyle. Her expression differs from Ivelisse, a soft, toothy smile on her face resembling that of a psychopath within a jail cell."Aren't we a pair..."
Right when Priscilla is shown on camera, people start putting two and two together, and come to the realization that the cause of Ivelisse being angered and annoyed either has something to do with her partner or has everything to do with her partner. "Yeah..." Ivelisse says through gritted teeth. "We are..."
Slowly tilting her head to the left, Priscilla speaks more openly. "Why don't you tell the world what we're gonna do tonight..." She intentionally drags out a long pause before clarifying."To our opponents?"
"What's there to say?" Ivelisse asks with her usual attitudinal voice. "Candice LeRae and Mandy Rose are a couple of punk ass bitches. I got history with Candice and I will write that final chapter by stompin' the shit out of her. She ain't gon' do shit when she meets the Desert Eagle."
Almost taunting Ivelisse slightly with a mock intimated"Ooooh...", Priscilla proceeds to interrupt her."The Desert Eagle, aren't you big, bad and scary? When it comes to Candice LeRae, what IS there to say about her? I had some fun with her and disposed of her, but you know what? I'm actually glad that I get to have some more time with my little Candy, I never got to really sink my teeth into her when we were together before. This time, I'm gonna do that once I have her Trapped In Sin... You just don't know how GOOD of a time you have with someone until you've truly tasted them. Isn't that right, Ivey?" She asks with a smirk.
"Ivey?" Ivelisse looks at Priscilla with a raised eyebrow. "Do I look like a fuckin' Pokemon to you?! Listen, you dumb bitch. It's Ivelisse! Get it fuckin' right!"
Raising both eyebrows in response, Priscilla merely grins a Cheshire Cat-esque smile."Whatever you say, Evil-Lise." She continues taunting her with flaring eyebrows before moving on quickly."But sweet little Candy isn't our only prey we'll be sampling now... We're also getting our hands on the Golden Goddess... Hmmm, she fills out in all the right places. There's just one problem for me. I don't believe in gods or goddesses..."
"I ain't believin' for a fuckin' second that Mandy Rose is a 'goddess' either." Ivelisse says in response to Priscilla's admission of non-belief. "To be a 'goddess,' that bitch would have to be as old as a 'goddess.' To be a 'goddess,' that bitch would have to have been in the coliseum when the wall came down. That bitch better be able to walk on water if she thinks she's gonna beat me!"
Laughing at Ivelisse's aggression, Priscilla nods."If there were real gods, someone like me wouldn't exist. But I'll give her one thing, she does LOOK perfect. I can't wait to get in close and have a nice long bite out of that sweet, warm flesh. Hmmmm, it really gets me nice and heated just thinking about it..."She growls, closing her eyes and performing a grinding motion."Ohhhh I'm going to have SOOOOOO much fun out there, Ivelisse!"
Ivelisse watches Priscilla grind before looking back into the camera. "Yeah, I'm gonna have fun out there, too. I'm fittin' to beat the living hell out of Candice LeRae and Mandy Rose. Feelin' their bones breakin' under my fists and my feet. Makin' them scream, and squeal, and squirm, and tap... That's fuckin' fun to me."
Meanwhile, her eyes closing even tighter, Priscilla lets out a moan hearing Ivelisse describe her planned actions for their opponents."Ohhhh... You wanna crush them under you, Ivey?"She asks in a cracking voice.
"Fuck yeah, I do." Ivelisse says with aggression in her voice. "And it's Ivelisse! I ain't callin' you Prissy or any shit like that. Ivelisse!"
Suddenly and dramatically hopping off of the box, Priscilla roars out,"YES! Let's go!"before she gives Ivelisse a hard slap across the backside, the sound of which could perhaps be heard all around the arena.
The eyes of Ivelisse widen and she furrows her brow before turning her head to glare at Priscilla, staring knives into Hell's Favorite Harlot, who slowly licks her hand and leans into Ivelisse's face, as if absorbing the anger from her eyes by staring right back at her."And let Satan stand at his right hand."She quotes before moving backwards with that same eerie grin plastered upon her pale face as Ivelisse continues staring angrily before running off after her. "Get back here!"
OOC: This was a collab between me and Ivelisse, hope y’all like!