The More I Reach Out For Heaven...

[Athena]

"The More You Drag Me To Hell!"

The song by Lord of the Lost was blasting through a set of Beats by Dre as Blake Harper stormed into the cool weather of Denver, Colorado. She was furious, fuming and mad. One thing was for sure... The attack on Ashleigh was not enough for to quench her thirst. She needed another chance to let all of her aggression out and she knew just the way. Pulling out her phone, she quickly dialed a number she knew by heart already and waited for the person on the other side to pick up.

Password?

Unicorn blood.

The male voice on the other end quickly told her the address as Blake hung up, turned the music louder on her headphones and began walking, since apparently, it wasn't that far away. Ending up at a bar, she ordered herself a glass of Jim Beam's bourbon and downed it without any hesitation, placing the glass back down. Finally, she found a door, near the bathroom, that led to a cellar, where an underground Fight Club was having their fight night. Two guys were already in the middle of the circle, ready to battle it out as Blake shouted out, her voice echoing through the packed room.

I'm fighting!

One of the guys, a younger bloke with dark hair and eyes the color of honey turned to her, as he looked the redhead up and down.

Someone is already fighting...

While taking off her leather jacket and hoodie, she stopped and looked at the guy. She was getting closer and closer, leaving almost no distance between them as she whispered in his ear.

Don't make me force you to shut up...

Ready to fight, jewelry off, only in booty shorts and sports bra, without any shoes and hair tied up, Blake walked in the middle of the circle as she took one deep breath and looked at her competition. One of the guys from the previous set up decided to take the easy win and fight the reckless redhead. Closing her eyes for a second, she breathed in and then breathed out, slowly opened her eyes again as she saw CM Punk in the crowd... Her gaze shifted and there they were, Matthew Miles and Psycho Sagus, looking straight at her. Asheigh Cash was a bit further way, close to Mariah and Alice Shadow. Veda, Dequan, G-Money, Casey and Laura... The crowd of strangers morphed into every person she knew. The last one she saw was none other than Johnny Gargano. She could feel her blood start to boil as a vicious punch to the face, making her nose start dripping blood, which snapped her out of this lucid dream. Blake quickly managed to catch her breath as she looked at the guy. But what he saw, caught him a bit of guard as Blake grinned, in the same sinister way as she did when she attacked Ashleigh Cash backstage at the arena. Before he could make a move, the vicious redhead jumped on him, knocking him out cold against the concrete floor as she laid punch after punch. Blood gushing through his mouth and nose, with people screaming at her to show some mercy to the poor fella. Yet, it fell on deaf ears. For a moment it seemed like the guy just won't make it out alive, but somebody finally had the guts to pull the raging Blake off. Everybody surrounded their wounded member as she was ready to knock someone else out, but the guy holding her, turned her around to face him.

Wes?

Blake looked at him with her eyes wide open as she thought that this probably was another hallucination.

We're getting out of here and you are never showing your face around again.

She didn't say anything and simply nodded as Wes helped her get dressed and the two made their way up the stairs and through the bar. The entire ride back to Wes hotel room, Blake sat in silence, not saying a single word and just looking at her bloody and bruised knuckles and hands. Finally, the car stopped and both of them stepped out, making their way inside the hotel and towards Wes suite. She still couldn't say a word. A million thoughts going through her head, Blake didn't even ask why did they go to his hotel or how did he find her in the first place. Right now, that wasn't of any importance to her. Standing in the dark hotel room, she felt her former lover and best friend embrace her in a comforting hug, kissing her on the top of her head. That was it. Tears started rolling down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

I'm not a failure. And... And I am not a loser. I know it. I KNOW... I didn't do anything wrong. I trained. I prepared. I fought with everything I had in me. It didn't work. It just couldn't work. And I couldn't understand why. Something was in my way... And Asheigh? I just needed to make them feel my pain. My heartache. I kept losing everything I had in this company. Everything I worked for. They were always in my way. Always happy... Always filled with hope and optimism. Filled with joy and team spirit. I wanted to make them feel what I feel inside.

I know, Blake... I know...

Stroking her hair, he didn't let go of her for one second. To him, there was no other person that he would do even half that he would do for Blake.

It is all because of them. They are all in my way and holding me back. They are all dragging me down. I'm reaching for great heights. I will make history. I will be champion. The crown jewel of the company. But all of them. Every single one.... The more I reach out, the more they drag me down. I don't need them. I don't need their help. I will make it on my own.

Wes smiled hearing how fired up she was as he leaned back to look right at her. Moving a strand of hair from her face, his thumb rubbed her cheek.

Show them no mercy...

As he said that, that same little grin appeared on her face as it was clear that this was not the end... This was only the beginning. Suddenly, the scene changes into a shot of Blake, dressed in red, horns, like a crown, sitting on top of her head as she was surrounded by darkness and fire, illuminating her pale, heavily tattooed body. You could hear the crackle of the fire and her voice in a voice-over.



I am death... And pain... You will die protecting this world.

The scene slowly faded out with her silhouette getting blurrier and the fire taking over, the crackle getting louder with each passing moment.