The Fallen RP 2, Summer Xxxtreme III
Event: Sin City Pay Per View, Summer Xxxtreme III
DATE: Sunday, 08/23/2015
Place: Brisbane, Australia
Venue: Sun Princess Cruise Liner
Match: WORLD BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP Match up
Opponent: w. Raynin and Gothika defending VS. DELIA DARLING AND MERCEDES VARGAS
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It’s been a wild and crazy month since the Angels of the Fallen defeated the self proclaimed Anti-Mean Girls, Delia Darling and Mercedes Vargas to win the Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshell Tag Team Titles once more to become the Three Time… Three Time… THREE TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!! CHYEAH BUDDY!!! Can you tell we’re all just a little bit excited? With all of the new developments going on in the Angel’s personal lives, the question on everyone’s minds is…. Will Gothika and Raynin be able to keep it together long enough for them to be able to retain at this next Pay Per View, Summer Xxxtreme III? Lately, the championships haven’t been able to be held for longer than a month at a time, passing from team to team to team pretty quickly. Can The Angels of the Fallen become the team to break the supposed curse that is looming over the Bombshell Tag Team titles, and hold onto them for longer than a month? Or is there truly a curse on the titles, and we will have to watch as they pass to the next group?... The Warrior Angel’s mental state will certainly play a key role in what’s going to happen on the Sun Princess Cruise Liner, as will the Vampyric Angel’s need to feed. Will they be able to keep their cool as well as their titles? Or will fate cut their time as Champions short, and end their reign on the water? Let’s Find out shall we?...
</iframe> She was tired. Very very tired right now... They'd spent much of the day in the gym of the cruise liner, preparing their bodies to be at the point that their minds were at, and she was good and sore. After the workout, they'd gone to have a late dinner, and she chose to eat light... so she only had a grilled swordfish Caesar salad, a banana, and a lot of water. Her arms hurt to the point where she almost didn't want to eat, because it involved moving her arms and hands. When she got back to her state room, she'd collapsed on the bed with a loud groan, and hadn't moved for about ten minutes. She was so tired, even the other voices in her head were too exhausted to say anything. She'd never had it this quiet... especially in her mind. As tired as she was though, she really just didn't care. She was just laying there, arms spread wide and her legs hanging off of the edge of the bed, looking up at the ceiling, and tracing smaller patterns in the much larger paisley print on the ceiling. She knew she had to move and move soon, or she would end up falling asleep without showering, and the thought of laying in her own sweat made her cringe, then wince as the cringe made her body hurt even more.
She slowly pulled herself up to a seated position with a groan. She kicked off her sneakers, then reached down to pull off her socks before she sat back up and pulled off her t-shirt, tossing it in the corner near her suitcase, then pulled her sweaty shorts off slowly, leaving herself wearing a pair of black panties and a black sports bra. She stood slowly, stretching her arms over her head slowly, protesting at the movement, then bent at the waist, stretching her body out gently before she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As she turned on the spray so it could warm up, you could only see her from the shoulders up through the glass shower walls. The bottom portions of the walls were frosted, offering at least a little bit of privacy. She stepped back from the shower and slowly removed the hair ties from her hair that was pulled up in a high ponytail, and started to unbraid her long hair. As she finished, she growled tiredly and started rubbing her scalp furiously before flipping her hair forward to scratch the back of her scalp. Once she was done rubbing and scratching her scalp, she flipped her hair back over her shoulders, and it almost floated down to a disheveled, wavy halo surrounding her shoulders and face. She placed her fists on the countertop of the sink and leaned forward, her head bowed as she sighed again tiredly. She looked up at the mirror and smirked at the cameraman who was still sitting in the bedroom, not saying anything as the camera caught her reflection from the waist up. She pointed to him and shook her head slowly.
"Now you know better than that... Are you supposed to be peeking at me when I'm in the bathroom?"
The cameraman shook his head, moving the camera as he does, and she moved as if to speak more to him.
"You know if you keep standing there, I'm going to come in there, and it won't be pretty... And yet, you keep standing there. Is it because you were told that you had to talk to me about the upcoming match? And about some of the comments that have been made about me and Gothika by my opponents?"
The cameraman nods his head, and she takes a deep breath and grumbles softly to herself.
"Damn it, I really wanted to take this shower, but I guess I have some time to talk about the match. And if you are a good boy, and don't try to sneak a peek, I won't make you wait until I'm done with my shower to do it."
She walks out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom, grabbing her toiletries bag and pulling out her shampoo and conditioner, her body wash, and her face wash, along with a collapsible back brush, an electric, exfoliating face scrubber, a few face cloths, and a couple of huge towels. She winks at the camera man and chuckles.
"Yeah, I know they supply towels, but they're not like these... I have to admit... Darknyss may have her quirks... But her love of fluffy towels is a very good quirk for me to have learned from her."
She walks back into the bathroom, then closes the door so that once more, only her upper body can be seen in the mirror. She turns her back to the mirror and pulls the sports bra over her head before she wraps one of the big towels around herself. She then walks into the shower and closes the door so that all you can see is her face and shoulders clearly through the glass, and the rest is frosted. She then reaches back out of the shower door with a grin and a wink at the camera man again and flips the towel over the top towel bar, the frosted glass not letting anything be seen. She steps back into the shower, and you see her bend over, then her panties are tossed out of the shower stall through a slightly opened door to land near the bra.
Through the frosted glass of the walls, you can see the silhouette of her body, but you can't actually see anything but that silhouette. But even though it's just the silhouette, the whole thing is just so sensual... You can see the curves of her body. And you know the hot water is starting to bead on her skin. She's turned her back to the spray and let it fall over her head and down her body, and you can just imagine what it would look like. The cameraman starts to shuffle where he's standing, and she hears him moving. She turns to the door and chuckles.
"Awww, poor guy... You chose to have to deal with this... Now sit still, or I'm gonna come out there and make you regret it. So... where to begin... Oh, I know... Let's start with Mercedes little snide comments about the time I spent away from the company... Yes... That's a good place to begin... So Mercedes... You wondered why I disappeared for about a month or so when you first got here. Let's see... Oh yeah... I decided to go off to a day spa, and it ended up becoming a month spa. No... No... wait... that wasn't it... I was offered a trip to Cancun, so I went and laid out on the beach all night, drinking margaritas and listening to mariachi bands. No... wait... That's not it either... Oh yeah!! That's right!! That was when I first started realizing just what was going on in my head, so I got picked up by the white coats, and got sent away. That was the three months of hell I spent locked up in the insane asylum at the request of Christian Underwood being pumped full of pills, and poked and prodded, and having weird shit shot into me with needles, and... Oh my... I think I'm forgetting something.... Hmmm... Oh yeah... that's it... The electro shock therapy. Happy happy, joy joy... Fun times... fun times.... Oh, or maybe you're talking about the month that my friends and I spent trying to help Gothika's family deal with the lost of her Aunt Patrice. Oh yeah... That was fun times as well... Fun fun times... Happy happy, joy joy... Being stuck in Canada while Gothika helped settle her Aunt's estate, and tried to figure out with her little sister, just where her little cousins were going to go, cause neither of them could take them. Dealing with the lawyers and all of the legal shit that comes with the disputes over property left in a will... Trust me, there's nothing more fun that poring over escrow documents till four in the morning. Yeah, it was all just fucking peaches and cream being away from the Sin City Wrestling. But hell... That's just life outside of the ring... It doesn't matter as much as Mercedes' winning streak, or her being the first whatever the fuck it is she sits back and brags about."
She starts to shampoo her hair as she chuckles.
"Come on Mercedes... Are you really that fucking full of yourself that you think that your perfect attendance record means a whole hell of a lot? Shit happens... and if you don't think that's true, then you're more fucking delusional and clueless than I originally thought. You know... you brought up a very poignant point though... I really never went after the Bombshell Roulette Title. And do you know why? It was because I was too busy going after the World Bombshell Title to give two thoughts about the Roulette title. It was because I was too busy holding the Tag Team Titles, or maybe it was because I didn't think it was worth my time. But now... just because you decided to belittle my time as Champion... I think I will start putting my focus on the Roulette Title as well... just to piss you the fuck off. Where in the HELL do you get off, Mercedes? You try to come off as this reformed chick who saw the light of her wicked ways, but you're not fooling anyone! Deep down, you're still just the same mean, underhanded, manipulative twit you always were. But you've done one thing right... You've pissed me off. You've made me want to not just beat you, but beat the living SHIT out of you and leave you tossed face down in the center of the ring with your face mushed in the dirt where you belong. You think you're such hot shit, but all you are is just cold shit warmed over. You have no spark... you have no lasting juice!! You're a flash in the pan, cookie cutter female who wants to try to impress her friends, and wants to try to use my friend and I to do it, but I'm sorry to burst your bubble... You're gonna fail."
She rinses the suds from her hair, then slathers conditioner in her hair, tying it up with a hair clip before she picks up her loofah and lathers it up with her favorite body wash and begins to clean her body. As she scrubs her flesh gently, she continues to talk.
"Now Delia... I know the fact that you got a little prick from my friend and she got a bit of a sample of you is a frightening thing... But just think about this... That was just one little nip. Just a little taste of it. Wait until she drops full fang and gets a hold of you in the ring. It's all been fun and games... fun and games... but something tells me that deep down, you know the truth. You will run and try to hide from Gothika, but she will get you in the end. Don't you get it? I'm going to hold onto you and make sure you can't run away while she feeds on you. And I'm going to laugh and enjoy watching it. You're going to be her dinner, and she will enjoy draining you. Don't try to escape it. You can't. You won't. All you can do is just kick back and expect the inevitable. And deep down, you know you're going to enjoy it. You protested way too much about it happening in the first place. Something tells me that deep down, you're a big masochist, Delia. I mean, you must be. You keep putting yourself into these kinds of situations. And I don't mean the tough matches, I mean the open mouth, insert foot kind of situations. Only this time, it won't be your own foot, but instead, it will be my friends foot as she gives you a big boot to the face."
She uses her face wash and rinses off her body before she lets her hair down and rinses that clean too. She turns off the water and reaches out of the door to grab her towels, wrapping one around her body, then using the other to try to dry her hair before she steps out of the shower. The whole time she was in the stall, all you could see was a silhouette, and yet, it was an unforgettable scene. She walks up to the cameraman and grins wickedly.
"Awww, are you sad it ended already?"
The cameraman nods quickly and she chuckles.
"Well, at least the little answer session lasted longer than Mercedes and Delia's chances of getting their hands back on the Bombshell Tag Team Titles. Summer Xxxtreme III is almost here. And after Gothika and I are done treating them to our very special brand of terror in the ring... They'll be too busy trying to patch themselves up to care about the titles."
She puts a fingertip on the camera lens and starts to push it backward until the cameraman looks around and notices he's outside of her door. She grins and waves at him.
"See you later... And Mercedes and Delia... My friend and I will see you two at the Pay Per View. We can't wait to play."
The door shuts on the camera with a soft click and the scene fades out...
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