Working, working, working. Damia Astaroth decided to get back in the management game and she remembered why she had such a love/ hate relationship with it. On the one hand it was awesome to make your own rules and give the people what they want, on the other it was fucking EXHAUSTING. Not really physically so much and mentally and time? Well, time was of the essence in a position such as this. And she was ALWAYS late for something. What she needed was some down time. Some relaxation. Normally, people wouldn’t view a street fight as any type of relaxation. But one of Damia’s favorite past times is violence. So it’s only natural to fall back on it after a hard day.

“You ready for this, my friend?”

She raised a brow and glanced across the office to her bass, Warlock. She hadn’t used him in quite some time and he gets anxious easily. He needed to see some action and soon. When Danica Grey asked for this match last week, Damia jumped at the opportunity. Not that she had anything against Danica personally. This was fun. Just another way for these demented individuals to get their kicks. As far as Satan’s Little Nightmare goes, Satan Herself always loved a good nightmare…

“Yeah I thought you’d say that. I got you a present. Its fucking gnarly, bro. You’re gunna love it.”

Damia grinned and opened the drawer to her desk, pulling out a length of barbed wire. She stood slowly and walked over to Warlock, wrapping I around the body of the bass securely. Making it that much more dangerous.

“Beautiful. I’ll call it the Claws of Perdition. Gods I can’t wait for this street fight, its going to be epic. I hope Danica brings her A game because I’m going to give her a motherfucking work out! This desk work is mind numbingly boring sometimes, Warlock. You’re lucky you cant read. Or write. Or…do much of anything really. Well, you have your uses, let’s put it that way.”

She laughed to herself thinking about the carnage that was about to transpire. It got her adrenaline pumping, which is fitting since it was almost time for Adrenaline. She glanced at her watch and grinned, pinning up her hair quickly.

“Come on, babe. We’ve got work to do!”

She grabbed  Warlock and raced out of the room, no doubt to knock back a few shots and kick some sand bags to death before the match…