Mercy & Sin versus The Lost Boyz (Tag Qualifier)

“Aaaammmmmaaaazzzzziiiinnnggg gggggrrrrraaaaaaaccccceeee,” Becky Mercy sang in perfect pitch with a beautiful, clear voice as she walked through the dead of night. A soft breeze would rustle the trees around her as she raised her arms out to her sides, the playground she found herself strolling through long since forgotten by civilization, covered with partial overgrowth and rusted metal and half rotten wood. A camera complete with camera man followed behind with a camera in hand to not only record the scene but also provide the only illumination for miles in this long abandoned place.

“Hhhhooowwww sssswwwwweeeeeetttt aaaaa sound, That ssssaaavvveeeddd a wretch... like... me...,” Finding an old swing she took a chance to sit upon the old plastic seat, her leather jacket clad arms quick to wrap around the chain. It surprisingly still supported her weight, prompting her to give the ground a slow kick to get her swaying back and forth ever so slightly. The hooks that held the swing's chains squeaked softly in protest, as if trying to silent but failing in what would otherwise be considered a cursed land.

“I ooooonnnnceee was lost... but now... I'm found... Wwwaaaaassss bbbblllliiinnnndddd but now... I... see,” she giggled a bit, smiling with a bright psychotic bliss that spread her black painted lips, brown eyes fixated on the camera.

“How can one be lost when they can be reached easily enough for someone to pluck them up and place them before us like a four course spread?” again, that manic little giggle sounds out, “I loved Peter Pan when I was a little girl... I often dreamed of him taking me away from all the hurt and pain to the far off Never Never Land. Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning, he said.”

A frown ruined the pretty smile of Becky Mercy, her head lowering a bit as she continued the swinging motion, Her black hair loose and free, falling into her face.

“I followed those directions once... at least I tried to. I wound up lost for days in the woods, no food, no shelter, no comfort, just cold wet dirt to sleep on. I was not a Lost girl, because just like the Lost Boys, I was found, only in my case it was by police and search dogs who brought me back to my father... the last person I wanted to see. They said I was rescued but what did they know?”

Her head lifted very slowly while tilting to the her left, the black hair draped across her porcelain white features. A hint of moisture lined her lower eyelids and yet her lips were parted with a smile.

“They never knew my father. They never knew the kinds of things he'd do to me, but then he was always such a good liar.... Just like you, Lost Boys. You even named yourselves Pan and Rufio, but that's not who you are. Outside of the wrestling ring, you're just a couple of young guys, busting your asses at some nine to five job. You're not mystical. You're not magical.... Peter Pan is a lie, boys. A fairy tale meant to give little boys and girls hope, only to have it dashed when reality reminds them of the truth.”

Becky brushed back her hair, sneering at the camera now. Nobody ever spoke the truth like she and Tracy did. Everyone was a liar. Everyone was wrong.

“Me and Tracykins... we're very real, Boys. You do this on your off days, getting beat up for a paycheck and the right to call yourselves wrestling entertainers. Me and my blood sister are former champions with a nice trail of bodies trail following us all the way to Pure Amusement Wrestling. We want to be amused and entertained. We want to ride the rides, eat cotton candy, and hear the wretched screams of our pitiful enemies.”

Becky looked to her left with a big grin as Tracy Sin stepped into view as if she had been just out of view the entire time.  She's found wearing a black tanktop with a fishnet over shirt, black shorts, boots, studded leather choker and spiked wrist bracers.  Her neck length, jet black hair was teased and spiked in wild fashion and while it wasn't the most flattering look, it certainly was a striking one on the imposing woman with the last name of Sin.

“We will make them BLEED AND SSSCCCRRRREEEEAAAAAMMM!!” Tracy roared at the camera, prompting Becky to giggle yet again. Ms. Mercy looked up at her friend with a sinister smile.

“That's right, Tracykins. We will bleed them. We will suffer onto them all the cruelty that life has put us through. When we stand over them in that ring, their blood dripping from our bodies... Pan and Rufio begging for us to stop, it's only then that they will realize that what they've just went through is only the beginning of their suffering.”

Tracy and Becky both turned their heads back to the camera. Tracy's form was hulking... imposing even. She seemed as if she were three sizes larger than she actually was as she scowled at the camera.

“Nightmares do come true... Lost Boys, we will happen to you. We'll be the Freddie Kruger to your Johnny Depp, pulling you down into our pit of pain and tearing you apart,” Becky said, her tone rather unsettling in it's giddy glee.

“LOST BOYS!” Tracy suddenly bellowed, then added with her own chilling level of seemingly unnatural calm, “We want this... When we want something......... WE DON'T STOP UNTIL EVERYONE IN OUR WAY IS BURIED AND WE HAVE IT!!! You think you're clever, that you're smarter than us! YOU'RE NOT SO DAMN SMART, BOYS! If you were so smart... so clever, you'd get on the first plane and RUN THE FUCK AWAY FROM MERCY AND SIN!!!”

The massive woman clenched her fists tight. She continued on through grit teeth as seething rage overtook her, “We are the predators... WE EAT THE WEAK AND THE STUPID! There's the food chain and if you look, humankind has been at the top of the food chain for hundreds of thousands of years... NO MORE! It's our time to rise, OUR TIME TO BE THE APEX PREDATORS!”

Becky gripped the chains and pulled herself up until she practically stood on her swing seat. Once more, Mercy began to sing out into the night sky, her eyes closed as she caused the swing to sway back and forth.

“One-two, bbbblllloooodddd for you.... Three-four, better settle tha' score.... Five-six, cross tha' river styx.... Sssseeevvveeen-eight, Ffffeeeedd tha' hate.... Nnnnnniiiiinnnneeee Ttttteeeennnn...”

Both women roar out together in unison,”WWWEEEE KKKKIIIILLLLL AAAAAGGGGGAAAAAIIIINNN!!!”

Becky hops off her perch, throwing an arm around Tracy's waist as the big woman puts her arm around Becky's shoulders.  The two head away from the camera. Becky's twisted, manic giggle could be heard as the two vanish from sight into the darkness outside the view finders range of light.