Alba Fyre punched the wall in the locker room in frustration. She had just finished her fight with the mysterious Isla Dawn and she couldn't understand the actions of her fellow Scottish wrestler. The ginger haired woman had just let Alba pound on her, just let her put her through a table. None of it made sense and that annoyed Alba immensely. She breathed heavily and leaned against the wall, rubbing at the side of her head where she'd felt a pressure since the end of the match. She had showered and changed into her civilian clothes; a black tank top and black baggy combat trousers, not all that different from her ring gear. She shook her head to try and dispel the pressure on her head and the fuzziness that seemed to be affecting her. She heard someone enter the locker room and turned her head sharply to see Isla enter the room, a devilish smile gracing her face.
"What do you want, Isla?" Alba shot out, shooting a nasty look her way. Isla just laughed and closed the door behind her.
"I just wanted to talk, Alba, sweetie, after all that was a pretty hard match we just had." Alba frowned as she looked at the woman who had been stalking her and terrorising her in NXT for the past god knows how long. Briefly she registered that she'd had time to change out of her ring gear and was now clad in a simple grey tank top and leggings.
"How...How did you get changed? You were never in here." Alba asked and Isla just giggled in that annoying way she did.
"Oh I have my ways," she replied mysteriously and advanced further into the room.
As she got closer the pressure in Alba's head increased and she swayed slightly, reaching out to try and steady herself. Isla's face took on an expression of worry as she looked at her, "are you okay sweetie?" She asked and Alba shook her head, both in answer and to try and shake away the pressure.
"I feel....weird.." Alba stated, or tried to as what actually came out was a slurred version of the question. Her tongue felt dry and the fuzziness and pressure had spread from her head to the rest of her body. She felt like she was drunk and everything seemed to be swaying.
"Ooooh I see it's working quickly on you, Alba, sweetie." Isla stated confidently,
"Wh-What?" Alba gasped out and backed away as Isla advanced on her, the feeling of fuzziness and pressure increasing the closer the ginger got to her. Isla stopped and looked at Alba quizzically.
"Why, the spell of course," she answered, her tone matter of fact and logical. Alba frowned in confusion.
"S-Spell? But...no...none of that stuff...is real..." She managed to get out, causing Isla to laugh and clap her hands together.
"Oh, I think we both know that's not true sweetie," Isla's face suddenly hardened into a serious one.
"You've done all you can to forget your birth right, to forget the mysticism of Scotland, to cut yourself off from the spirits. I'm here to make sure you remember." She spoke simply and confidently as she reached up and trailed finger down from Alba's forehead to her chin.
Alba shook her head and backed away from the younger woman. With a small cry she stumbled over something and fell to the ground, hitting the hard floor and driving the air out of her lungs. Quick as a flash Isla was stood over her, smiling madly as she lowered herself onto Alba, until their bodies met, hip to hip. As soon as that happened Alba felt something wash over her, some feeling she couldn't identify.
"What...What are you!?" The Scottish woman managed to get out, trying to glare at Isla. The woman on top just giggled and leaned down, close to Alba's ear.
"I...I am a... draoidheachd" she whispered in her ear before licking it softly. Alba felt a wave of pleasure run through her and let out a soft moan.
There was a sound and the door to the locker room opened. Into the room a slightly shorter woman walked in with long brown hair, Tatum Paxley. She stopped in surprise at the heavy atmosphere that seemed to hang in the room and looked around curiously.
She spotted Isla straddling a body and frowned in concern. "Hey, what's going on?" She asked and watched in surprise, and shock, as the body that Isla was on threw the ginger haired woman off and jumped up, Alba Fyre looked shaken and shocked as she gathered up her things. Without a word the taller woman hurried past Tatum and out of the room.
Not understanding what was going on, Tatum turned her attention back to Isla to discover the woman had managed to get close to her without making a sound. The ginger tilted her head slightly and giggled, "you know Tatum, it's rude not to knock before you enter a room." Tatum frowned as she stared into Isla's eyes, losing herself in them and feeling the oppressive atmosphere of the room pressing against her.
"I..." She started but Isla just reached out and pressed a finger against her lips.
"Shush now little one, you probably did a good thing actually...this place is too public for what the spirits want." Isla explained before slipping past the young woman and out of the room. As soon as Isla had left the atmosphere of the locker room lightened and Tatum no longer felt it pressing against her. She looked back the way Isla had gone and absentmindedly curled some of her hair around her finger. She felt something bubbling up inside and let out a giggle, a giggle that was full of madness.
Alba stumbled into her apartment, a feeling of fear bubbling up inside her. The fear had been with her ever since Tatum had interrupted whatever it was Isla had planned. The redhead refused to call it a spell, witchcraft didn't really exist and that whole thing was just a gimmick Isla had taken on, it wasn't real. She had quickly gathered her things and hurried out, heading to her car and heading home. It was only when she was halfway home that she realised she probably shouldn't have left Tatum on her own to deal with whatever it was that was going on with Isla.
