The Devil's In The Pretty

Her blue eyes slowly gaze over at the middle aged Doctor Robert Killian wearing a grey suit, pin striped shirt and bow tie. The tie she seemed to find fascinating. Her plump lips crack a smile, wearing a white summer dress, wedge sandals with her long dark brown hair hanging down and her nails polished pink, the gorgeous Celeste Mallory starts to twirl her hair while cracking a smile…..


Dr. Killian: “What’s so funny Celeste?”

Celeste: “Oh I am not finding humor in your bow tie at all Dr. Killian, I see it as a fashion statement, one that you should be extremely proud of, I have to admit, I admire a man who has confidence enough to wear something like that and think it looks good.”

Dr. Killian: “Well, thank you for your honesty, it’s an acquired taste but I doubt that you came here to talk about my bow tie.”

Celeste: “No, you’re right Dr. Killian, I came here to talk about what you want to ask me and what I will either answer with truth or bullshit. Do you mind if I get comfortable?”

Dr. Killian: “Of course.”


She cracks a smirk and slips off her sandals, Celeste gets comfortable on the couch catching the Doctor looking at her legs…..


Celeste: “Do you see something you like?”

Dr. Killian: “Celeste, I will ask the questions please, this session is simply a chance for me to evaluate you. There are many concerned including your employers and those that are hosting this event that you could be a bit unstable due to your traumatic experience a few years ago with the injuries you suffered.”

Celeste: “Ah yes, poor me I’m sure. Please continue.”

Dr. Killian: “You’re here because this is your first match back since the day you were injured, a lot of people suffer from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder when coming back for the first time from doing something. In your case you have high expectations that can be quite the burden mounted on top of everything else that you have going for yourself. Being the daughter of a famous person can be taxing, lofty goals and pressures that someone as young like you could easily find herself doing more harm than good without even stepping into a ring to wrestle again. Many athletes go through this but for you Celeste the most important thing right now is that you are in the right mental state so that you don’t hurt yourself.”

Celeste: “This was my mother’s idea. I completely understand but when I decided to join the UCI and compete I did so not only wanting to do it but ready to as well. You see Dr. Killian, this for me is not a one shot, this is the beginning of my career again that was derailed by Carey Caldwell and his band of goons in Exodus Pro.”

Dr. Killian: “Does it bother you that Exodus Pro no longer exists? Carey Caldwell is gone and you may never get your chance for revenge?”


Celeste cracks a smile, brushing her hair back some…..


Celeste: “What exactly is revenge Dr. Killian? An act in order to make one feel better about themselves yes? Well allow me to enlighten you on my feelings about revenge, what can I do to Carey Caldwell now? Why would I even waste my time? (R)evolution is gone, Exodus Pro is gone, Carey Caldwell became a pariah, his girlfriend, Siobhan Mahoney left him, he has no job, out of work probably making ends meet in some street side gas station in the middle of the New Mexico desert. He’s old news, he became his own worst nightmare, irrelevant. Now what does that say about me if I go after someone so unimportant right now without a stage or a captive audience for no one to see? It makes me petty, catty and pathetic. Look at me now, I’m about to be in the UCI Rising Stars Battle Royal for the Rising Star Championship, he’s probably toking the crack pipe, fighting his demons hoping one-day life brings him some semblance of hope, by then it will be too late. No I don’t want revenge, it’s a waste of my time, my success will be enough and looking good doing it with a smile. Wouldn’t you agree Dr. Killian? You keep staring at me with those eyes, you are having dirty thoughts….tsk tsk.”

Dr. Killian: “No Celeste, again we are here to talk about you, not me. So you do not have any resentment toward Carey then, tell me….”

Celeste: “Now hold on, I never said I didn’t hate his guts, that I wouldn’t grab that led pipe and crush his skull with it. You mistake revenge with pure animosity. I will not go looking for him, I will not seek to do what he did to me but you’re human Doctor and so am I, if he so happened to show up where I am? Well that’s a different story, I’m not going to buy him breakfast so to speak.”

Dr. Killian: “So you would hurt him?”

Celeste: “Oh I would do much worse so it’s best he stays gone.”

Dr. Killian: “Fair enough. Now, tell me about your childhood. Do you know your real parents?”

Celeste: “No.”

Dr. Killian: “What do you remember?”

Celeste: “I was a foster kid, I went from home to home, family to family. It took a long time for me to adjust, to finally find a place to call home. I would say that I had a bad childhood, one that is supposed to make me a bad seed in the eyes of many, a high alert youngster that fits the profile and with the world the way it is now I know why I am here. Everyone is on edge, always so careful, not trusting their gut instinct anymore. Do you think that I am dangerous Dr. Killian?”


There is a slight pause, Celeste adjusts in her chair and smiles…..


Dr. Killian: “That is why you are here. Some may think that your injuries could have psychologically affected you Celeste and that is what we are going to find out.”

Celeste: “Then cut to the chase and just ask me. Do you want to know what it felt like after I took a lead pipe to the face several times? The first strike I felt, my face went numb and then I remember falling to one knee, as I tried to get up the second blow hit me in the jaw, I fell to the floor and my vision became blurry, the third strike knocked me out, I remember nothing after that until I woke up with my face bandaged up in a hospital 4 days later, yes it looked like my face went through a windshield on my way into a brick wall. I cried because let’s face it, no matter what ANY woman on God’s Green Earth says, no one wants to be ugly.”


Celeste continues to tell the story, she sits back on the couch and bends her legs behind comfortably, brushing her hair back and speaking in her sexy, girly voice with the slight British accent…..


Celeste: “…and after 15 months of being ugly, surgery after surgery, I now am this. It took a while but I never doubted my mother for a second, as a matter of fact I never doubted her period. You see Dr. Killian, until you experience this and only a few have in their careers or life, people will never comprehend loss, I do, I get it when something you have that you cherish is taken from you so quickly and that’s when things suddenly become far more understanding. I lost my beauty for 15 months, my ability to wrestle thanks to a crowbar and a punk all because he couldn’t take the fact he couldn’t beat me. So now I’m here. Mother went through a traumatic experience, she saw her father killed in front of her eyes and then she was raped and brutalized by the assailants. I had a boo-boo on my face, hardly grounds to become a psychopath yes?”

Dr. Killian: “No one is saying that Celeste but people all deal with things differently. A lot of what happens to many after a traumatic experience is subconscious. You don’t even know it is happening until it is too late and then what? That’s why many times you have to really know the warning signs. You say you don’t want revenge yet you told me that if he showed up you would hurt him.”

Celeste: “No, I said I do not seek revenge, I will not look for Carey if that’s what you’re saying.”

Dr. Killian: “Yes of course. For 15 long months you had to deal with a very real life situation, that’s why you are here. For a young woman to have to go through that is a lot to take in and hold in without talking about it.”


Her eyebrow arches a little, she cracks a smirk….


Dr. Killian: “What’s so funny Celeste? Why do you find humor in this?”

Celeste: “You act like you care.”

Dr. Killian: “I do care Celeste about doing my job and helping you out anyway possible. That is why you are here Celeste and when you can finally come to peace with that, we can progress.”

Celeste: “IS that what I’m supposed to believe? That’s the problem with Society today, Dr. Killian, the social networks are not interested in what you say but what you post, they would rather see me in bikini’s, my plump lips blowing a kiss, a carnal act of sexploitation so they can rock their jollies off. There is no one sincere these days, everyone that interacts in this business or just in general want that edge, they need to feed their own megalomaniacal egos in order to survive. Do you think current World Champions cares about most of the people they interact with? Absolutely not, they help their overall persona so they can stay relevant after years of obscurity. My old Sister in Sin, Cassidy Carter searching for that partnership to make her feel wanted, needed and important for what? So that she may live her life vicariously on Twitter with the man of her dreams? Or what about all those on the social media, trying so hard to send a message of positivity through meme’s and quotes yet do they really believe in what is being said? No they don’t. Dr. Killian, it corrupts you, look at wrestling families and dynasties. Most of them are broken, all because of one thing, power. That’s the joke Dr. Killian, power is fake, a façade created by the same individuals who post every single day on the networks in order to get attention.”

Dr. Killian: “You do it.”

Celeste: “Every day. I stayed off the grid for a long time because I had nothing to offer and just that quickly no one cared that I had disappeared. Don’t you see that this is all momentary? Each and every single one of us have our time in the spotlight, we stand here looking for a place in this world, fit in as best we can to feel good about ourselves. I give them what they want because in return I get what I want. I don’t ask for much good Doctor; all I need is for them to recognize, all that attention everyone else had while I was gone now goes to me, they easily forget but it’s not hard to remind them, that’s the punchline Dr. Killian.”


He nods and writes a few things down on his notepad before looking back at the beautiful Celeste. He can see that she is a very intelligent but troubled young woman, he just doesn’t know to the extent of it. He looks back at Celeste, her enchanting blue eyes stare at him…..


Dr. Killian: “Tell me about your relationship with your mother, give me a history of your foster care and how it led to you being with Mary Beth Mallory.”

Celeste: “Oh Dr. Killian, I have a very strong relationship with mother, she has been my guiding light for quite some time now and it’s the whole reason why to this day I have found myself a better person because of her.”

Dr. Killian: “How does she treat you considering her past which is very well documented even on television.”

Celeste: “She treats me like an angel…….”

PRETTY LITTLE DEVIL

Mary Beth Mallory always wanted a daughter, she though could not even fathom bearing children when her career was at its peak, a woman that was feared by everyone in the SWA and the NEWA Alliances. For Mary, legacy was important, she wasn’t all there, a traumatic experience changed the once lovable Mary Beth into the cold monster she had become, as Mary grew older though she learned to control those inhibitions and used them to train others, help her family and still become one of the most influential people in all of wrestling….

Mary Beth Mallory became a God.

That was never important to her but what was, to be able to share her moments, her knowledge and have them experience what she has, mold them into a strong person who fears nothing and that is when Celeste Archer came in. Celeste was a runaway, a young woman that was in foster home after foster home until she was barely 14 years old. She had lived with the Archer family for 3 years, being foster parents that were unheard of but it was hard to find a home for the young Celeste, the last two foster homes she was in ended in accidents. The first were the Miller’s, the wife had a horrific accident falling down two flights of stairs and was deemed paralyzed from the neck down, they had to give up Celeste immediately as they were not able to care for her. The next family were the Thomson’s, when their 16 year old son had a freak accident in the garage after his brand new Camaro fell on him while on a jack as he was giving an oil change, immediately child protective services took the young Celeste out of the family and sent her to the Archer’s….

A loving family that had two young kids 10 and 12, the typical American family but that ended in tragedy 3 years later when their house burned down and in the process many thought Celeste perished in the fire….

She didn’t.





It is late at night, the LA Basin can be a dangerous place for a young 14-year-old girl slowly walking down the sidewalk and into an alley way inside a quiet neighborhood. The young girl stumbles into some trash bags making a lot of noise….

She starts looking inside for something to eat but finds nothing, trying to stay warm on the cool night she walks into the side of a fence door and pries it open, she slowly walks in and approaches one of the houses where there are no lights on inside…..

The girl looks through the window and sees no one, lifting it she realizes it’s open and crawls in. She quickly heads to the refrigerator and take out a bottle of water and a few things to snack on, eating like she hasn’t in years the young girl begins to stuff her face when suddenly….

She hears a voice….


Voice: “If you were hungry dear all you had to do was ask.”


The young girl quickly turns around to see a tall, slender woman with red eyes, she drops to the floor……


Young Girl: “What……what are you!?”

Woman: “This is the kind of question I always love to answer because it’s one where I will simply ask you in return…..what do you want me to be?”

Young Girl: “I…..I…….”

Woman: “A shame because I could easily rip out your tongue and save you the trouble of speaking. Now child listen to your options very carefully. There are two ways you can go about this, one you can try to run but I will advise against that for you will not get very far.”


The young girl contemplates running and fast but hesitates and looks over at the woman who has now inched closer, wearing jeans, a tank top and barefooted with her hair slicked back in a ponytail, her nails have no polish…..

The woman cracks a smile……


Woman: “You have thought about running, in entices you, it gives you a feeling of escape but your mind betrays you, it is giving you that doubt and when you doubt you hesitate and when you hesitate?”

Young Girl: “Wh….what?”

Woman: “You get caught.”


Without warning the woman hits the young girl on the side of the neck with a chop hitting her carotid and knocking her unconscious instantly as she crumbles to the floor but the woman holds her before she lands….

The woman brushes the young girl’s hair back who is in jeans, sneakers, a shirt and backpack…..


Woman: “I don’t know what you are running from child but when you awaken you and I will have a lot to discuss.”


The woman picks her up and takes her to the bathroom…..







The young girl opens her lite baby blue eyes slowly and sits up realizing that she is in a pair of clean clothes, a shirt and shorts, nothing else, she sits up and looks up to see the woman with her red eyes rocking back and forth in a chair…..


Woman: “What’s your name child?”

Young Girl: “Celeste Archer.”

Woman:“My name is Mary Beth and this is the home you decided to steal from. Turn your attention to the television please.”


Celeste looks over at the TV as Mary Beth hits play……

She starts watching Mary wrestle, the woman known as Mary Beth Mallory rips into her opponent making them bleed, Celeste wide eyed looks on, folding her leg in and curling up as Mary Beth stares at her…..


Mary: “They call me Typhoid Mary, a nickname I picked up throughout the years. This is what I do as a profession, what I do on the outside I do for entertainment and pleasure. Celeste you fucked with the wrong house and I could easily right now make you disappear and I doubt anyone would miss you but while you were unconscious I made a little investigation of my own and a house not 5 miles from here burned down with a family of four inside….the Archer family residence. Were you the fourth? Or are you unaccounted for?”

Celeste: “I don’t know what you are talking about?”


Mary arches her eyebrow…..


Mary: “I see you have a slight British accent, you are not from around here?”

Celeste: “Foster parents.”

Mary: “The Archer family?”


Celeste turns away….


Mary: “Look at me when I am talking to you child.”


Celeste slowly turns to face the woman the call “The Red Devil”…


Mary: “You have nowhere to go. Unfortunately for you this is one of those situations they call stuck between a rock and a hard place. Child I will allow you solace in my home because I know that you set fire to the Archer residence.”

Celeste: “I…….I…..”

Mary: “I live by three rules, Thou shall not steal, cheat and especially lie to me. I loathe liars. I know how you feel child, I was there once too and a man took me in and made me who I am today.”

Celeste: “Can I really stay?”

Mary:“Yes but if you steal from me I cut off your hands. If you cheat me I cut out your eyes and if you lie to me I cut out your tongue. You can stay as long as you desire but if you break my rules those are the consequences. Are we clear?”

Celeste: “C…..cr….crystal.”


Mary smirks…..


Mary: “Good, it’s late, get some sleep. In the morning we will talk and figure out what to do from there. If you decide to run away in the middle of the night do not wake me and close the front door. Goodnight.”

Celeste: “Goodnight.”


Mary shuts off the lights and walks out, Celeste gets comfortable and lays under the covers….





Her blue eyes slowly open lying flat on the ground, looking up she sees Mary Beth Mallory in a tank top and cargo pants, barefoot while showing off her numerous tattoos on her back and midsection pacing around her, she glances down at Celeste and cracks a smile…..


Mary: “Are we done yet child? I ask again, are we done?”


Celeste, wearing shorts and a t-shirt and nothing more tries to slowly get up. A few months ago Mary Beth Mallory found Celeste scurrying through her trash, she had run away from home and ended up in Mary’s home, for some that would probably have been their demise but for Celeste….

She caught the ire of Mary, the dangerous and sadistic wrestler that has ended many careers just for the fun of it…..

Mary continues to look down at Celeste…..


Mary: “Are we done child?”

Celeste: “N…..no…..”

Mary: “Then get up.”


Mary squats in front of Celeste waiting for her to get up patiently and as Celeste does Mary cracks a smile…….


Mary: “Can you feel that pain running up your spine? Your body wants to quit on you doesn’t it Celeste? There is nothing more you want to do child then to give up, lay back on that floor and cry until you pass out. Isn’t that true?”


Celeste trying to hold the tears back nods…..


Mary: “Yes you do. When you came into this home 3 months ago I allowed you to stay, I welcomed you as part of my family but I told you in order to stay you must live by MY rules didn’t I child?”

Celeste: “Y….yes.”


Mary starts to giggle a little while brushing Celeste’s hair……


Mary: “Then why did you put your hands into my meatloaf? I told you dinner would be ready at 6 and no instead you had to come into the kitchen and take a bite while I was on the phone with my sister. What was Rule #1 child?”


Celeste looks up in fear…..


Celeste: “Thou…….thou shall not steal.”

Mary: “Say it again.”

Celeste: “Thou shall…..not steal.”

Mary: “Say it one more time child.”


By this time Celeste is trembling, afraid at what will come next……


Mary: “Then if you knew the rules why did you steal? So many children and families out there starving, forgotten by the socialites that plague our society. They walk around wearing their Louboutain’s, carrying those Gucci purses and bitching about their hair appointments or how Marge let her Toy Poodle shit on the yard while the rest of us eat their scraps and here you are child stealing from the little we have.”

Celeste: “I……I…..I’m sorry. It smelled so good, I….I just wanted to try it. It was a compliment to you Ms. Mallory. It was a show of affection because I like it here and you are teaching me things that I couldn’t learn outside of here. Please…..please don’t hurt me anymore….I don’t want to feel the pain.”


Mary gets right up to Celeste face…..



Mary: “When I am through with you Celeste, you are going to enjoy the pain.”

Celeste: “I……I……”


Mary stands up and walks over to the kitchen counter where she opens a drawer and takes out a lighter, Celeste’s eyes widen, trying to stand up but Mary blocks her and grabbing the young Celeste’s arm when she starts to scream before Mary even flickers the lighter on……

She tilts her head…..


Mary: “Are you that afraid of pain? So much so that you scream from the top of your lungs before anything has happened? You have already convinced yourself that this will hurt but pain Celeste is a sensory emotion that can be controlled. If someone tries to hurt you? Embrace the pain, let it flow through your body and become one with the feeling. I find it erotic, I love the pain and so will…..”


Mary flickers the lighter on and puts her arm over the flame and holds it there smiling at Celeste who looks on wide eyed…..


Mary: “You.”


Mary holds it down for a few more seconds and let’s go. She stands up not even paying attention to the burn on her arm puts the lighter down on the counter and walks back over to the shocked Celeste….


Celeste: “Teach me……I do not want to feel pain.”


Rubbing her bruised cheek that she suffered from the backhand of Mary earlier that took her by surprise….


Mary: “So you are going to stay even after this?”

Celeste: “Y….yes. This is my home, I have nowhere else to go.”

Mary: “Good child because if you would have decided to leave it would have been without your hands.”


Mary smirks and starts to take the meatloaf out of the oven….


Mary: “Wash up child, dinner is ready.”

Celeste: “Yes Ms. Mallory.”


Celeste stands up and heads to the wash room while Mary cracks a smile….





The two sit quietly at the dinner table, Celeste continues to eat her plate clean, Mary sips her glass of wine as they glance at each other…..


Mary: “Welcome home child.”

Celeste: “Thank you…….mother.”






Her blue eyes continue to gaze over at Dr. Killian…


Celeste: “Touching is it not? My mother and I bonded quickly, she took me in when I was rummaging through her trash, alone and frightened, I didn’t know what to do and can you blame me? I was like a stranded dog, not knowing when my next meal would come.”

Dr. Killian: “Why did you run Celeste?”

Celeste: “Run Dr. Killian?”

Dr. Killian: “Run from the fire. According to what you and Mary told me there have been four foster families that you have been with since being put up for adoption. What of your real parents?”

Celeste: “I didn’t run Dr. Killian, as for your other question, I never knew my real mother, I heard she’s a crack whore, my father was one of her clients so I’m what you would call a bastard child. I was shipped out of England at a very young age, fostered from a sweet family in England to the Millers.”

Dr. Killian: “Why did you leave the Millers?”

Celeste: “Shannon Miller was a good woman, she treated me right except when I didn’t want to eat my Brussel Sprouts, do you like those Dr. Killian?”

Dr. Killian: “Why yes, actually I do.”


She makes a face of disgust……


Celeste: “They are bitter, I’m not a fan. She would force me those, would never allow me to leave the table until I ate them. She would also yell at me for not picking up my toys. So I would. One day she tripped walking down her spiral stairwell and broke her spine, tragedy really so they took me out of the house and put me with the Thomson family.”

Dr. Killian: “Do you know what was the cause of her fall.”

Celeste: “Yes, I forgot to pick my toys. Irony isn’t it?”


Dr. Killian’s eyes narrow staring right at Celeste who simply shrugs her shoulders…..


Dr. Killian: “Yes, it is, what about the Thomson’s?”

Celeste: “I liked the Thomson’s but Chad, their son was 16, he liked to bully me, he wasn’t a great environment for me but I overcame it as usual. Things took a turn for the worst when at 16 his parents bought him a Camaro, must be nice right?”

Dr. Killian: “Yes of course. What happened?”

Celeste: “One day he was changing the oil and had the car up on a jack, somehow the car jack broke and the car fell on him, he was hurt pretty bad, Child Protective Services took me out of there in fear of my life, they work very fast too.”

Dr. Killian: “Yes, another unfortunate accident I see. You had nothing to do with that Celeste?”

Celeste: “Yes it was and no I wouldn’t hurt a fly.”


He pauses for a second as she bats her eyelashes at the psychologist. He knows that something isn’t right but he’s not a police officer. He can’t come to any conclusions unless he has proof. He continues to ask questions….


Dr. Killian: “So you were placed with the Archer’s and from what you have said, they were a wonderful family.”

Celeste: “Yes they were.”

Dr. Killian: “What happened Celeste? It seems like everywhere you go trouble follows you. Family after family has resulted in tragedy and now the Archer’s, their home burned down correct? Everyone was inside the house except you?”

Celeste: “Doctor-Patient confidentiality right Dr. Killian?”

Dr. Killian: “Yes Celeste.”

Celeste: “They were good people, I was happy there, extremely happy and I was saddened….”


Her eyes start to swell up…..


Celeste: “Saddened at what happened. You see Dr. Killian, what happened to the Archer’s was a tragedy, I ran scared, they thought I perished with the fire but I didn’t because I ran and a few days later Mary Beth Mallory found me. Now I’m 21, they can’t do anything about what happened when I was 14 staying with her. Some have asked and questioned me, again, I wouldn’t hurt anyone Doctor.”

Dr. Killian: “So now what? It seems like you have developed a few friendships with people who seem to be very nice and sincere.”

Celeste: “Yes, Ricky Octavius, Victor Mason and Peyton Rice. A change from Blitzkrieg and Red Rayne, those mother managed to name a few. I have always tried to help out mother the best that I could, assist her while I was still healing. I love my mother and now she has allowed me to find my calling and fulfill my legacy. My new friends are starting to become a part of my life, it’s a change of pace.”

Dr. Killian: “It seems like that goes against everything you say. Wouldn’t they fall into that category of Society you shun?”

Celeste: “Oh we all do Dr. Killian, even you but that doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with them. Ricky and I have bonded. I feel like I could trust him, he’s too good for someone like me but for Peyton, she’s different. I like her, maybe too much.”

Dr. Killian: “A crush?”

Celeste: “I like men Doctor, I don’t know if a crush would be the proper word. Infatuation would be a better word, she captivates me, so sweet and innocent, it’s like she’s almost not real.”


Dr. Killian sits up and places his notepad down, he takes off his glasses…..


Dr. Killian: “Not real?”

Celeste: “Everyone has skeletons in the closet but she seems to be dare I say, perfect.”


She puts down her legs and crosses them, tucking in her arms and looking over at Dr. Killian, who watches her intently……


Dr. Killian: "Why did you do that to them Celeste, why did you stare at Peyton in the nude? Are you living some kind of sexual fantasy?”

Celeste:“Not at all Doctor, the total experience is never about sexuality like Sigmund Freud would have you believe, it’s about exploitation and in a way admiration. I admire Peyton and Ricky, Victor and others for fighting for what they believe in and staying grounded in doing so. Many blame the sport for the corruption they allow but Ricky and Peyton are too young like me, they haven’t seen the true face of evil looking right into their eyes, the passage to the soul. Ricky and Celeste don’t have to live like that. I rather live the lie like you Dr. Killian, create the smoke and mirrors as so many have convinced themselves the lies are true. This isn’t about power or sex…..it’s about acceptance and they have done that to me Doctor, I’m in their fold as friends.”

Dr. Killian: “So you are using them?”

Celeste: “No, using is a strong word, I would never do anything to hurt them, just because I want to take a closer look at Peyton doesn’t make me a predator. I admire her beauty, there is nothing wrong with that considering I have lived on the other side of ugly for so long, you understand don’t you Doctor? They are a part of my life, look at it this way, right now you are thinking of one thing.”

Dr. Killian: “What is that?”


She leans forward……


Celeste: “Fucking me.”

Dr. Killian: “I beg your pardon? Celeste I’m a professional first and foremost, that is a bit out of line here. I am not and will no indulge any further on that topic.”

Celeste: “Oh come on Dr. Killian, I see how you look at me, the thoughts going through your head, don’t lie, I hate liars. It’s my turn now to ask questions, I told you enough didn’t I or do you really want the truth to all of this. Do you really want to know my true intentions? Well you will on one condition, you tell me yours. I see how you have looked at my legs the entire time, do you want to know what is under my dress Dr. Killian?”

Dr. Killian: “Celeste this is inappropriate behavior, we are done here.”

Celeste: “Oh no we are not. Dr. Killian, tell me the truth, what bad thoughts have you had while I have sat here. Maybe bending me over the desk and fucking me in the ass?”

Dr. Killian: “Celeste!”

Celeste: “Tell me and I will tell you no lies, here’s one. Bundy Thomson, he bullied me all the time, all he cares about was that stupid Camaro and so I saw him under the car and you know what I did?”

Dr. Killian: “Celeste…..what did you do?”

Celeste: “I threw out the jack….whoops.”


She slowly backs away and smiles……


Celeste: “Poor Mrs. Miller, Shannon wouldn’t give me a break, she was always hard on me so I made sure that I left that toy on the stair case in hopes she would trip and fall…..whoops I did it again.”


His eyes widen……


Celeste:“Funny what happens when you play with matches near the curtains.”

Dr. Killian: “Celeste…….”

Celeste: “SO now tell me your secret Dr. Killian? Do you want to fuck me?”

Dr. Killian: “Celeste……this session is….ov…”


She licks the side of his face before letting out a cute giggle. In her girly voice, Celeste simply blows a kiss, grabs her sandals and starts to walk out…..


Celeste: “Am I clear Dr. Killian?”

Dr. Killian: “Celeste…..”

Celeste: “AM I Clear?”


He puts his head down and sighs, she smiles and walks out of the office as a slight giggle escapes her lips….



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DEVILISH DESIRES

The Scene Opens….


The gorgeous and somewhat mysterious Celeste Mallory walks into her hotel room and kicks off her black heels. Wearing a one piece tightly form black dinner dress with her long dark brown hair hanging half way down her back, her nails polished white and made up perfectly slowly makes her way to the couch of her small suite in the Arizona desert. She pours herself a glass of wine and sits down comfortable tucking her feet into the cushions and brushing her hair back before nodding to the person behind the camera to record her words in the UCI debut Celeste has been anxiously anticipating…..


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The daughter of legendary sadist, Mary Beth Mallory aka Typhoid Mary cracks a smirk with her plump lips while her blue eyes stare directly at the camera. She starts to speak in her very girly yet sexy voice with the slight British accent….


“William Shakespeare once said, “Hell is empty, all the Devils are here.” The misconception society has these days is there is good in everyone. I would have to disagree, no I’m not trying to play myself up as some demon or a monster of any kind, I’ll leave the self-entitlement, mockery of what a monster is to those who want to strike “fear” in the hearts of many. After another night out this time with my best friends Jaina Frost and my newest bae, Jack Schlongson, it’s time to unwind a little and speak to you the sycophants of the UCI who have abhorrently fallen to your knees at the bourgeoisie of this sport feeding you the constant amount of useless television that you are programmed to watch like the zombies you are. It is apparent that we have a cast of characters here in this strong standing Promotion that stake their rightful claim to their “spot” never relenting. Some are “heroes” and others “Villains” or you can just have fools spew the mindless banter that one would expect from a pet monkey in his attempts to psyche us out over Twitter just so they can pat themselves on the back stroking their fragile ego amongst other things. Please it’s all about attention in a feeble attempt stooping down like a child screaming “Look Mommy, I’m a Professional Wrassler”.

As I enjoy my relaxing moment I’m here to enrich your minds and give you hope in what can only be described as a cynical existence in which you have become despondent to your surroundings. I am here to help, I am here to lift your spirits and show you like I have by my actions in the past with my mother and to those who know me that there is a light at the end of that long and dark tunnel…..

My life is not despairing

Your life is not forlorn

Their life is not irrevocable

That is why I am here, why I have taken the position of bringing you the truth, the horrors that exist in this world one blind and naïve fool at a time. Have you not observed or perceived that much like the Fountain of Youth in the beginnings of Herodotus to the search embarked by Juan Ponce De Leon in 1513 that even though this Fountain was never historically found as only rumors point to its existence in which one drink of its waters will give you eternal youth….

A myth?

A Legend?

A Folklore?

Yes, the question is does the Fountain exist? Absolution is that Fountain of Youth and just as deceiving it only appears to those that believe. Ponce de Leon believed that this Fountain was a means of eternity, everlasting pure in its own form but what poor Ponce did not realize was that this symbol did not come in the form of a Fountain…..

It came in the form of his demise searching and never finding.”


She shrugs her shoulders and takes a sip of her wine enjoying the complex flavors in her mouth for a moment or two before turning back to the camera and continuing to speak….


“Some seek, always searching for a means to an end never truly finding it so I ask, is this how you want to live your lives? Is this how you want to be known when they throw that last mound of dirt on top of your coffin? Do you want to live your life always searching and never finding what you so truly desire or what you were meant to be in this society, preaching of change but never delivering it?

I can help you figure that one out sweetheart by watching me.

Why become a Tragedy? Why end up like more than half of the UCI Roster will soon always searching for that piece of their proverbial puzzle only to fall short, fail and disappear into the same mediocre shadow they arisen from in the first place? Is that what Resolutions are all about in your meaningless lives? Wanting to lose weight so you throw your fat ass to the gym where an astounding 72% membership spike in January occurs? Or what about those that want to make more money, find a new job or go back to school, these are “goals” that the delusional of this society put forward as importance in their development of life.

I ask you…..

Why Resolutions, epiphany’s influenced by the social media or uncaring friends and even groupie’s cultivating you into what they deem acceptable when these factors should be a part of your everyday lives anyway, so that you can blunder midway through 2017? Most of you end up aborting or capitulating your attempts of accomplishing these Resolutions. For the same 72% of those that joined that gym in January, 60% of them have cancelled the membership by June so only 12% stick to their goals?

That is alarming and sad.

Sad, it brings me to the topic at hand, opportunity. Look at the UCI Battle Royal for the Rising Stars Championship, much of the same as many of its stars will wear you down with diatribes on how great and successful they will be yet failing at every turn and why? Because much like Ponce de Leon they search for their Fountain of Youth never finding it. The problem is that most of these mindless troglodytes do not believe in what they seek, they think they have a grasp but their grip loosens every single moment they step through those curtains and into the ring. Resolutions and goals are merely fabricated to make yourself feel better about your average, common and ordinary lives. They are supposed to give you false hope to create a path for you to reach, a goal to attain and for what?

To fail only to have to once again make another resolution next year?

This is what the Rising Star Championship is, it is why I laugh at each and every single one of you, hopes and dreams, how noble per say which is why I have embraced the horrors that rear their ugly head in our lives, those that you turn the cheek and ignore. I was Ponce De Leon but I found MY Fountain of Youth. I embraced what I set to accomplish, I grasped it never doubting and never looking back. Horror gazed upon my face before it took it and I extended my arms with a smile knowing that I found my place in this world and I come to share it in UCI. From the dawn of time, many have searched but none believe….

Did the Knights of the Round Table believe in the quest of the Holy Grail? Yes, they died for King Arthur searching for that cup that runeth over.

Did Amelia Earhart believe she could fly around the globe? Of course she did only to disappear and perish near Howland Island.

Did Albert Einstein give in to the mockery of his teachers when he couldn’t speak at the age of 4 or read at the age of 7, being expelled from school, refused admittance into Zurich Polytechnic and couldn’t get a job but as a lowly patent worker? No instead he became one of the greatest minds in history.

What do they all have in common? They believed in their own Fountain of Youth. Now of course I would never allow failure and though some of these instances can be looked upon as a failure their names became etched in annals of history. They were not run of the mill cookie cutter imbecile’s who bring nothing newsworthy to our lives or even entertain in their boring and gratuitous rants, these aforementioned historical figures made an impact. They were not just another face in the crowd much like all of you that soon will all forget, unlike Celeste Mallory who refused to be blended into this substandard society that we live in today.

That is why I am in the UCI.

To make a memorable IMPACT.”


The beautiful and sexy Celeste turns away for a moment before once again taking a sip of her wine. She purposely makes it look erotic in a sense. She lets out a slight giggle before turning her blue eyes back to the camera….


“At Meltdown I bring you something that will set the tone and separate it from the rest of the dribble you gaze upon your television sets in the UCI…. Devilish Change.

Change brings Hope

Change brings Promise

Change brings Reality

Don’t Be Afraid of CHANGE my dear UCI.

Am I going to sit here and lecture you on why you should believe? I can only offer you my words as truth and if you do not take them for gospel…. then I will offer you my sympathy. I am not here to bring down pestilence, famine, war or death. I do not want to see the world burn in front of my very eyes only to be recreated in the image of some false Prophet. Like the Marquis de Sade once stated, "Destruction hence creation is one of nature’s mandates", isn’t it?

Am I that psychotic, lost in my own delusional makeshift world?

Oh Hell no silly, that’s not me, you have it all wrong. I will prove it at Meltdown and the Rising Stars Battle Royal. I will make my debut and take that next step to inject the reality of what this world has become for those that do not fear change, do not fear betterment, those that do not fear the unknown. I take nothing for granted in this world because you see we all live, we all die. That is what they teach us when we are young, naïve, innocent and stupid. What we don’t know is how it will happen. It could be a freak accident, a terminal illness or simple bad luck. On the day we are born, happiness fills the air, on the day we die, sadness consumes us all. What separates us from mere animals? Survival. So why do we frown upon those that commit the ultimate sin according to your bible, your scriptures…..Thou Shall Not Kill?

Animals kill each other every day for survival. Animals hunt because they have an instinct to keep them alive. The food chain much like our social circles determine the apogee of the hunt while the bourgeoisie on their thrones look down at those same animals they control feeding on the weak so that they can nourish themselves while smiling at their game they have imposed and fabricated amongst all of you like a marionette, some fantoccini on a string. What do we do? We are controlled, played for amusement and gratification until we too feed on those same animals for just like in the wild we are vying to be that “Apex Predator”. What about us? Survival of the fittest they say. I look at the stars, some cattle others the swine of the UCI grazing across their fields. Unbeknownst to them of the predator that stalks, that watches, that waits patiently for the time to strike. Do you know fear; I mean REAL unbridled fear? For some is dying, others are failure and what do these names in Kestrel, Lara Chang, Sven Alexander, Jonathan Porter, Logan Demon Joker, Archer Holt, Damien Childs, Princeton St. John, Zanatos and Ryan Jones have in common?

They will all fall while Rising to the Stars.


The Devilish Little Minx lets out another giggle, entertaining herself quite a bit. For a 21-year-old, Celeste is an extremely intelligent girl, she learned it all from her mother. She continues to speak…


“I have heard the bones of monstrous men crack, I have seen the most courageous beg for mercy, I have witnessed the greatest plummet, the strongest become the weakest, whimpering in agony. I have heard their screams of pain, I have watched Icons fall at my mother’s feet, hearing them crawl with their last breath and I have perceived with my own eyes the warm blood of “Champions” ooze down her arm. That is the world that you have turned the other cheek. They do not tell you what happens behind closed doors, they do not allow you to hear the innocent beg for leniency, waning endlessly in the cold darkness.

When you put your poor children to sleep and read them fairy tales with hidden messages and happy endings, truth be told that those same hidden messages are warnings, telling them that the Devil is waiting. Are there really happy endings UCI? Obituaries talk about what a wonderful person you were yet did they feel it necessary to tell you those things when you were amongst the living? We are in this society today looked upon as good guys and bad guys. The line between good and evil is a thick line that many do not cross. Now what if those lines are blurred? What if there is no separation between good and evil? What if they both fall in the same category?

What side are you on?

Is there really Good vs. Evil? It’s all perception these days or is it a fabrication and twisted design of the beliefs that we as individuals have? Who is right? Who is wrong? Ask yourself that UCI and all of this “fresh meat” entering your promotion to ponder that simple question and I will show you so you can see firsthand that NO ONE and I mean NO ONE will be excluded. Like the old saying goes, introduce a little Anarchy; Upset the established order and everything becomes Chaos……They question the sanity of people like me? Oh I wouldn’t hurt a fly. Don’t you see that is why I have become somewhat popular on Twitter, I have made some new friends and even though I have talked to, chatted and even taken their “threats” through passive aggressiveness, yes even in a Tweet, I sit back on this couch without a care in the world….

Because I know what I can do.

Jonathan Porter for example seems to think that experience will win out in a Rising Stars battle royal, apparently he missed the memo that his star went super nova quite a long time ago and has become that black hole of this match. A man grasping at the knot in the end of the rope, reaching for the sky one more time trying to separate the clouds to have one more day of sunshine. He claims my risqué pictures in my knickers do nothing for him, why mention it. See, I do respect people like Mr. Porter, they make it interesting, so full of pride and guile looking down at someone like me, how could I possibly hurt anyone right? Oh looks can be deceiving Mr. Porter, isn’t that what we have learned lately over the news feed and the terror being caused in this world?

So aloof Mr. Porter and yet the fall is always the most entertaining. Like Kestrel, the poor tortured soul that has turned her back to the social circles, an outcast feeling a disrespect all for she never fit in that mold created as a template to what we are supposed to be….

I know, I was there too.”


Celeste takes another sip of win before placing the glass on the coffee table, she shakes her head a little, letting out a chuckle. She can relate to Kestrel, the Devilish Minx though doesn’t choose to dress that way, instead blend into society…..


“Oh sweetie, I know the pain, my face was taken from me once, I was ugly, scarred and shunned from this world. They looked at me, the “normal” and “pretty” people with disgust and disdain, they couldn’t fathom a young woman like me amongst their pack. I didn’t dress the part, instead I evolved, I became one of them but not one of them if that makes sense. This is your chance to make a difference, show the world that they cannot oust you, well except for me and in another circumstance we could probably be friends, too bad, so sad. Kestrel much like Mr. Porter or allow me to throw another name out there, this gimmicky, Logan Demon Joker, don’t hide behind the makeup, the look of the traveling lost searching for her meaning in this world….

We all have roles and yours will be defined in my existence much like the aforementioned clown in the Rising Stars Battle Royal. Appearances right Kestrel? Like Joker, like Archer Holt and Zanatos, big strong men that at first look seem to be shoe in’s for this battle royal while little girls like us stand no chance? Are we supposed to start screaming out “Remember The Alamo!” or “This is Sparta!”? That all falls back to the deception, the game that is being played right in front of their eyes and have no idea, like pieces on a chess board, the pawns are sacrificed and is that what you are Mr. Holt and Mr. Zanatos? Are you two gentlemen the fillers in this game of strategy while others who have already showed their worth in Lara Changto the UCI? Maybe Damien Childs with his “Rock Star” looks, the modern day Wrestling Bon Jovi of our era? The Hawaiian Princess that has hopes of Rising to those Stars with that false bravado, believing in the chances that do not exist?

There is always chance just not here.

Damien Childs hopes to take the spotlight; Lara Chang sees it as an opportunity to continue her “legacy”. The favorites also play a part, Sven Alexander and Max, which one will we get, both perhaps? The favorite to win this whole thing, undefeated he boasts after two matches, color me impressed yes? No not really, you see I come from a mentality that wins and losses are simply aesthetics, it’s what you do in the ring that garners the attention, the masses flock to watch you perform and Mr. Alexander, Max or Sven it really doesn’t matter don’t you both bleed the same blood? Ah, that’s the catch isn’t it? The game’s afoot, the cerebral attacks begun, the fear of the unknown yet again plays a part in this whole program, a story that will be told Mr. Alexander but ask yourself this question, what happens when you lose?

Will Max lose it over Sven? Will Sven tire of Max, the inner struggle worthy of a front row seat and a bag of popcorn, I love popcorn with lots of butter don’t you? Now Mr. Alexander, we wouldn’t want to disappoint the fans now would we? The experts and their so called knowledge, that’s where life always takes a turn, we then see the truth behind the lies…..

That you will Rise?

Oh Mr. Alexander, nothing is for certain and it doesn’t take two identities to understand that no matter what you say or do there will only be one hand reaching up for that Rising Stars Championship…..

Mine.

Isn’t that so Ryan Jones?”


Celeste winks and smiles before sitting back and getting comfortable on the couch, extending her bare feet on the coffee table and chuckling a bit while folding her arms close to her chest. She speaks directly into the camera….


“Random? An interesting choice of words Mr. Jones and even though I feel like I know you so well, trading barbs and GIF’s over on Twitter I can admire much like Sven your tenacity and your confidence. Oh no one likes a man without confidence now. Something unplanned or adventitious, leaving it to maybe chance Ryan? May I call you Ryan? Oh I will forgive me if you take issue with that, I’ll make it up to you after I toss you out….

Yes, Ryan take that chance, train and look to be ready for your moment like the aforementioned names to rise to the stars, to become a Champion so quickly in the UCI, isn’t that what they expect? Are we not showcasing our talents, giving this company hope for their future while the mainstays watch in bated breath over who will move forward, who will finally reach up to that golden chalice and sip its sweet nectar of victory? Random, chance is what you live by and for those that believe in facts, the sure thing will never abide by your lifestyle but you and I are a lot alike Ryan, we don’t believe in a model, there is no path or structure we follow….

We do what we want and when we want the only question is, how far will you go? How bad do you or any of the other competitors want that championship and what are you will to do in order to get it. Where lies your limits? Trust me my “mommy” issues are not what you think, in fact it’s better you find out firsthand. Oh you can tell yourself like Sven Alexander arguing in an elevator with no one there and screaming back that you will do ANYTHING in order to get it but that’s a lie because every man and woman has a limit don’t they? The cute words and colorful sayings can tell the tale of the passionate, the needy and the focused but all of this can only end with ONE winning it and then what will happen of the rest that do not claim what they have boasted much like yourself? Failure is a random act too Ryan.

So is it back to the drawing board? A change in plans and path? I have the advantage Ryan much like the rest of the lot as you only see me as a pretty little girl? I’m not threatening am I and welcome whomever would like to step into the ring with me, besides I’m not scary, do I look evil?

Am I monster?

What I am is a woman that knows her limits, just how far I will go to get what I want, there is nothing wrong with that, some call it ambition others call it greed and for a few they think it’s an act of apathy. Oh you see, I will never stab anyone in the back, I’ll do it in the front where you can see the smile on my face when I do, that is honesty in its purest form, wouldn’t you agree? Hold that thought, we’ll get back to it someday. What has happened on this earth further solidifies my argument there are two types of people in this world…

For you’re either the Butcher or the Cattle….

Which one are you my Rising Star compatriots?”


Another slight giggle escapes her plump lips before she slowly licks them and brushes her hair back some. Celeste with a sparkle in her blue looks directly into the camera….


“I know which one I am….

Can you hear that? No seriously listen closely. The tiny whisper blowing its breath in your ear. That is not the voices in your head ladies and gentlemen; it is not your scarred conscience trying to talk you out of this or God if you are into that advising you to do the right or wrong thing for in this day and age there are no good guys or bad guys, just choices. No what you hear faintly is the Stir of Echoes and if you listen closely it sings to you the moonlight sonata as you fade fast asleep into your living nightmare. And as you awaken the last sight you will see is Celeste Mallory holding up the Rising Stars Championship with a smile on my face. Jack & Jaina, get the champagne ready muffins.

Come out and play with me UCI and learn that the Devil’s in the Pretty.”


Celeste blows a kiss and winks….



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