Possessed by Ares, the god of war

Far from there, an ancient tomb had been opened by archeologists. The latter had been disappointed. Expecting to find treasures, they had only found an empty space. The days following their discovery, they all suffered a terrible fate, seemingly losing their mind one by one, turning against their friends, colleagues and family in a bloodthirsty rage, until they got killed or arrested themselves. It was no ordinary tomb they had opened, but the ancient lair of Ares, the god of war, who had been driven insane by thousands of years without fighting.

His spirit was now wandering accross the world, horrified at how boring and civilized it had become. Where were all the pillages, the massacres, the endless wars he had loved so much? After a week in Syria, where he liked the atmospher a little more, he decided to take some action to put more chaos in the world. Now he was in America, looking for some trouble to stir, when he suddenly stopped near an arena. He could feel thousands of people calling for ****. He started liking what he was hearing. He entered the building, leaving behind him the letters at the front entrance : WWE

Meanwhile, Paige was admiring herself in the mirror of the dressing room.

In a couple minutes, she was going to be called to the arena, where she would entertain the audience with a good fight. She had repeated every move with her colleagues from WWE, and knew exactly how to give a maximum entertainment without getting hurt. She added a little more mascara on her eyes. Just because she was about to fight didn't mean she couldn't look good. She smiled at her reflection and blew a kiss in its direction.

Right at this moment, the invisible spirit of Ares entered the room and saw this woman about to go to the arena. So this is what gladiators looked like nowadays. Times changed. He'd rather have possessed a muscular warrior, capable of crushing a bull's head with his mere hands, but she would do, for now.

Paige was about to add more makeup, when she suddenly felt a massive **** push her head forwards, hitting the mirror hard.

-Ouch, what the hell !

She felt a stream of blood flowing from her forehead. Dammit. She better hid this before going on the stage. She wanted to grab a tissue, but instead, saw herself stand up and look at the broken mirror with a satisfied smile.

-This will be a bloody fight.

What the fuck?

The contrast between Paige's feminine voice, and the martial tone she was using, was surprising. Inside her head, Paige was freaking out. Why did she say that? Why couldn't she control herself? What was going on?

-Paige?

Still not used to this new female body, Ares turned around and saw someone looking at what he thought was a WWE diva.

-Yes?

-It's about to start.

-All right, mortal.

The official looked at Paige with a surprised look.

-Excuse me, what?

-Um, I mean, yes, I'm coming.

The guy left, leaving Ares alone. The God ignored the screams for help inside his new head. Out of curiosity, he grabbed a steel bar and bent it in a split second like it was nothing but a straw. He smiled. Despite having this weak female body, he still had the strength of a God. This was going to be the bloodiest gladiator fight in ages. Far from knowing how much in danger they were, Paige's opponents were heading for the stage too, believing this was going to be an ordinary scripted match.