As the night began to go underway, the shot within the parking lot appeared on the titantron as a slate grey 2015 Ford F-150 pulled into the talent parking area. The figure inside couldn't be seen due to the dark tint of the windows. Pulling into it's designated parking spot, it's engine was shut off and the driver's door popped open; a single long, toned stocking clad leg slide into view revealing that the driver was indeed a woman.
Exiting her truck, she revealed herself to be the Black Magick Woman herself, Dallas Cruz. A big truck for a big girl, it fitting really. Shutting the door, Dallas' attention seemed focus, too concerned with getting her bags out from the back seat as well as getting herself inside to prepare for her match. Rolling her luggage behind her, she looked up at the massive coliseum like arena. Dion's doing well for himself, she would think. Passing a pillar, the shot shifted to a different setting.
[within the Colosseum walls]
Dallas entered the long hallway leading towards the locker rooms at the very end of the walk way, standing by the heavy double doors as she dug around through her bag. Luckily for her, she was given her own locker room separate from the others. Though, this wasn't done out favoritism. Far from it. Dallas requested her own separate area due to her rituals and the complaints that often came with them. 'I'll need my own locker room,' she remembered telling Dion during their phone call that decided Dallas' involvement with his company. 'For...religious purposes.'
Pulling out a pair of headphones from her bag, she slipped them over her ears while plugging in the audio jack into her phone, her finger pressing the shuffle feature on the touch screen. Once her music began, all around Dallas was lost to her as the tall, powerhouse of a woman began to make her way through the busy hall.
[ Uma Thurman - Fall Out Boy ]
The tech crew went about their usual duties, not paying much attention to Dallas as they were far to busy prepping to get everything up and running for the show. But the second Dallas walked past them, each one shivered as a sudden chill went down their spines. It was so sudden too, not like there was a draft in the room. Then what was it? They looked up at Dallas, watching her continue her way down the hall.
As she walked, the camera shot towards a side view, revealing that as Dallas walked, eerie shadows danced along the walls behind her. They definitely weren't hers, nor did they belong to anyone else around the area. The black masses were elongated and distorted, looking quite inhuman. Dancing across the pale walls, one of them stretched out it's long, clawed hand towards Dallas as if ready to take order and heed her command.
The woman kept her gaze forward, music blaring into her ears and her head bobbing to the music. Even her lips moved along in sync with the lyrics as she silently sang to herself. Behind her in her path, doors began to rattle and shake simultaneously as if something on the other side was attempting to break free. Those standing around the door frames quickly moved away, some with shocked expressions, others with the look of pure horror at what was happening.
By this point, those in front of her were now staring at Dallas as she was making her way down the hall, seeing the havoc and mayhem that was occurring behind her while she walked Even more so now that as soon as she passed a table with a few coffee machines, the coffee inside the multiple pots began to boil and bubble, the rather cold coffee inside growing much hotter than it could have ever been, even with it was fresh!
Loud bangs were heard as the backs and tops of the machines popped and exploded while the pots themselves shattered either by the extreme heat or by some unseen force (or both!). Boiling hot coffee spilled down the table and pooled into the floor while coffee grinds, filters and other various parts of the machines hit the walls, ceilings and even a few unlucky by standers.
But Dallas paid no mind in all of this, completely blind to what was happening around her. All she wanted to do was enjoy her song and make it to her locker room. Her gaze was kept forward on her path, her rosy lips moving as she silently belted out the lyrics of the song blaring through her headphones. Dallas was jamming and nothing was going to stop her from enjoying her tunes!
That was, until one brave stage hand timidly approached her, "M-Miss Cruz?" He even was so bold as to tap her on the shoulder very lightly in case she didn't hear him through her headphones.
The music was cut off, slowing down to a low muffle as Dallas removed her headphones and draped them around her ears. "What's up, sweetheart?" So very nonchalant! The quiet and hushed whispers that took place behind her among the mess her presence had created went into deaf ears. Why was this young man so nervous? Was it because of her height? It was because she was freakishly tall, was it? Curse those Cruz genes. Totally not because she had brought some creepy bad juju into the place, no sir.
"M-Match listings went up, y-you might want to check them out before the show. M-Mr. Necurat's orders, M-Ma'am..."
Dallas smiled softly at the young man, reaching out to gently grab at his shoulder, causing the stage hand to almost jump a mile high and sqeauk out a very high pitched "Please don't hurt me!" He held it in though. "Oh cool, thanks for that, babe. See you around."
With that, Dallas slipped her headphones back over into her ears and the music began to play once again! As she moved forward, the crowd that had formed to observe the damage that had happened began to part the second she proceeded. They kept their respectful distance, clearing the way and giving this strange and intimidating witch a wide path for her to easily move through.
The camera panned over to an over-the-shoulder shot as Dallas arrived at the locker room area. There were several names on the doors for those that were given their own room, along with the joint locker room off towards the end of the hall. Standing on front of the plain, gray door, Dallas turned the knob, stepped in and shut the door behind her without a look back. The song playing throughout her headphones as well as throughout the video had ended as soon as the door was locked shut.
The camera shot remained focus on the nameplate on the door, reading:
"Dallas Cruz"
The Voodoo Queen had arrived in CWA, and it seemed hell came with her.
[ end ]
