Isabella Astley to be blunt hated being outside her comfort zone, said zone was anywhere that was outside the Astley mansion. Here Isabella was however getting ready for a match tonight, against some guy called Itchy or whatever. Isabella had been dragged out her brilliant establishment to go compete in this match per the request of Courtenay. Now here the most loyal one was, pacing back and forth in her locker room while Courtenay sat cross legged and watched her with a bemused smirk before eventually the white haired lady moved to face her.
"Have I mentioned that this is a stupid idea?" Isabella flatly stated as she folded her arms and looked at the Machiavellian Queen and huffed.
Courtenay would chuckle and rest a hand under her chin and say "You have dear yes, but we need to get out there so we can advertise our mansion. To bring the people our western brand of entertainment and deviancy. Now get out there and perhaps I'll humour your request to buy that thing you had in your search history. What was it again? A body pillow they call it? Of a Ken Kaneki?" Courtenay could barely hide her grin there at this point as Isabella would storm out the room and damn near yank the door off its hinges!
The lights in the arena would cut to black there as the song known as Let Me Carve Your Way, would blare from the speakers there. With white spotlights flashing around the arena as the lyrics would start up as a figure would emerge from a plume of black smoky fog.....
I once had some sweet memories
Its worth remains the same
How can I remember those moments, sweetheart?
They should have been right there