Many, many eons ago there was a battle of epic proportions. No, it wasn’t a battle. It was a war. This war is where our story begins. The battlefield is like nothing man has ever seen. Half of it is covered in light with the other half cast into shadows. There are no distinguishing features to the land itself, other than that it appears to be built atop piles of cotton. It’s almost as if these thousands of warriors are battling on top of the clouds. The warriors have very similar features: long white gowns, long luscious locks of hair, and a beauty that exceeds anything known to man. The only thing that distinguishes one side from the other is that about two-thirds of the warriors are engulfed in light while the rest have shadows cast across their bodies. The warriors’ swords let off sparks and flames as they connect. As much as the warriors in shadows are outnumbered, they appear to be holding their own against the light warriors. In the distance, two figures watch the battle from the shadows.
“Beelzebub, we appear to be holding our own against His army,” says a woman with flowing red hair. She gazes up at her companion as her dark eyes attempt to read the man’s reaction.
“Yes, we’re holding our own, but we’re not gaining any more ground. We need greater number, Angelon,” Beelzebub replies without looking away from the ongoing battle. “How are our recruiting efforts going?”
Angelon turns to look back at the battle and lets out a sigh. “Well, it hasn’t been going well. Most of these angels have they lips glued to His ass. They won’t even let us start trying to convince them of the injustice of being forced into servitude by Him.”
Beelzebub’s face hardens and his eyes narrow. After a few moments of silence, he speaks. “Then let them stay with Him. We are going to win this war then they can serve me.”
Angelon quickly whips her head around to look at Beelzebub. “Serve you?”
“Serve us,” Beelzebub laughs, “We will rule heaven with our legion, my queen.”
This appears to satisfy Angelon as a smile crosses her face.
“We’ll rule this place better than He ever could,” she says.
The two figures continue to watch the back and forth battle in silence. After several hours, Beelzebub breaks the silence.
“We need to get some kind of advantage. I think it’s about time we join the battle.”
An evil smirk crosses Angelon’s face. Beelzebub holds out his hand to her.
“Shall we?” he says with a gleeful smile.
Angelon delicately places her hand in his. He closes his long fingers around her hand and the two of them start walking down from their perch atop a hill. After several minutes of Beelzebub and Angelon walking in unison, they arrive at the outer reaches of the battle. At this point, the leaders of the rebellion release each other and draw their swords. Beelzebub has a large sword with a slight curve to the blade with a magnificent ruby encrusted hilt that glimmers every time it catches the light from the sparks and flames from the clashing of the swords. Angelon’s is a bit more slender than Beelzebub’s. Hers has a long straight blade with a gold handle with a large diamond at the base. Beelzebub and Angelon start making their way towards the middle of the battle. They swat off any attackers with relative ease. It’s just a constant rhythm of block, swing, block, swing, block, swing as attacker after attacker is quickly dispatched. After a while, they finally reach the center of the battle where the most dangerous warriors are battling. The top angel of the light, Michael, is battling with the crown jewel of Beelzebub’s army, Azazel. The two angels appear fairly evenly matched as neither can gain a clear cut advantage. Azazel decides to show off a bit as he knocks Michael off balance with a mighty swing and follows it with a spin move that was meant to do nothing more than add a little bit of flash. Unfortunately, the spin doesn’t go as planned and Azazel stumbles over a fallen comrade of his. This is the opening Michael had been waiting for. He immediately starts swinging his sword rapidly at Azazel, keeping him off balance. Azazel fights off Michael’s advances as much as possible, but eventually stumbles and falls to the ground. Michael raises his sword and brings it down at the defenseless Azazel. Just before it hits him though, two swords cross to stop Michael’s from finishing the job. Michael looks up into the eyes of Beelzebub and Angelon who are looking down at him with smiles on their faces.
“Hello, Michael,” Beelzebub says. “I see that you have decided to continue serving Him.”
Michael sneers at Beelzebub. “There was never any other option to consider. I will continue to serve Him for all of eternity.”
“That’s too bad to hear,” Beelzebub retorts, “because now we’ll have to destroy you.”
Michael quickly lifts his sword into a defensive position. With a whistle, he quickly has two other light warriors by his side. Azazel is now back to his feet alongside Beelzebub and Angelon. Michael advances towards Beelzebub, but Angelon steps between them.
“No way, Michael. You’re mine.” Angelon says as she quickly swings her sword towards him.
Michael barely gets his sword around in time to block the blow. Michael and Angelon start slowly circling each other with their swords held out in front of them. Beelzebub and Azazel break away battling the other two angels of the light. Michael and Angelon continue to circle as they size each other up.
“Why are you doing this, Angelon? You are one of His greatest creations,” Michael asks.
Angelon smirks.
“Exactly. I’m one of His greatest creations. I’m much too great to spend eternity in a life of servitude.”
Angelon whips around with a vicious thrust of her sword. Michael gets his sword up and catches her blow. They both attempt to overpower each other as they put all of their strength into pushing their sword into the other’s.
“So you’d rather serve Beelzebub? Not that you guys have a chance of winning this war, but even if you did, do you think you’d have it as good as you have it here? Beelzebub is just going to make you and the rest of his followers serve him,” Michael attempts to reason with Angelon who lets out a cocky chuckle.
“Please! Beelzebub loves me. Him and I are going to rule heaven together once we dispose of the old man,” Angelon retorts.
Michael pulls his sword away and swings wildly at Angelon’s legs. Angelon hops over the blade. She stomps down onto the blade, pinning it to the ground. With her other leg, Angelon kicks Michael in the face. The force of the kick causes Michael to release his sword. He does a backflip and lands on his stomach a few feet away. Michael looks up at Angelon who has the point of his own sword pointed right between his eyes. Angelon smirks.
“It’s kind of funny. You were His favorite warrior. You taught me everything that I know. Now, I’m going to kill you with your own sword,” Angelon seems almost gleeful as she speaks.
She pulls back the sword to deliver the finishing blow as Michael looks up at her helplessly. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfs the battlefield. Every angel covers their eyes to prevent going blind. A booming voice emits from the light.
“Thou hast disgraced the lord your God! Thou hath had much hatred in thou hearts! This hatred hath led to thou betraying the one true God! For this transgression, thou shalt be banished from heaven for all of eternity. The remainder of your eternity shalt be spent in the fiery depths of hell.”
Angelon stands firm, awaiting her punishment from God. She notices movement from the corner of her eye. She turns her head slightly and sees her lover and leader, Beelzebub, turn tail and start running away from the mighty light. Angelon turns her attention back to the light to find that it has begun to move towards her. She turns her sword upside down and stabs it into the ground. She drops down to one knee and bows her head waiting for the light to overtake her. The last thing she feels is the warmth and love that the light feels towards her. She looks up into the face of God himself. His face is young and smooth. His light blue eyes contrast with his long, dark beard. His face is one of disappointment. Angelon immediately feels ashamed. God’s mouth does not move, but his words pierce her heart.
“I will love thou always. Even until the end of time.”
With that, God banishes her and all of the other fallen angels from heaven.
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It’s a cold, rainy night in Seattle, Washington. The buildings on the street are dark as the inhabitants are asleep at this time of morning. The street is void of inhabitants with the exception of one lone figure. Leaning against a street light, this figure is wearing black leather pants and a dark red rain coat. Their black boots come up to just below their knees. A lit cigarette hangs from the lips of this person. After a few moments, another figure emerges from the alley next to the light. This one is not as covered. He is wearing blue jeans and a large, fluffy New York Yankees Jacket. His black hair is slicked back and his matching goatee adds a bit of mystery to the man. He walks up behind the other person and just stops, just staring at them.
“Hello, Beelzebub.” A female voice emanates from within the raincoat. “I wish that I could say that I’m surprised to see you, but I knew that you’d find me eventually.”
Beelzebub smiles. “You’ve been a difficult fallen angel to find, Angelon. I’ve been looking for you for the last two thousand years. The last time I saw you, you were trying to get in good with the Son of God.”
“You know I don’t go by Angelon anymore,” the female says, “I go by Angela now.”
Beelzebub looks amused. “Oh yes! Your earthly name! If we’re going to be talking about name changes, you should probably start calling me Satan.”
Angela throws her head back in laughter. “You actually started using that name? That sounds ridiculous!”
“No more ridiculous than Angela,” Satan retorts.
This stops Angela’s laughter in its tracks. The rain is the only thing that can be heard over the awkward silence between the two former lovers.
“Why are you here, Beelz…. umm… Satan?” Angela asks.
Satan hesitates. “I need your help.”
“You need my help?” Angela scoffs. “You just want me to stop destroying all of your demons.”
“That would be helpful, but that’s not why I’m here,“ Satan says. “There’s a rogue demon out there. If he’s not stopped he could unravel existence.”
This seems to catch Angela’s attention. She turns to face Satan for the first time.
“You don’t mean…?”
Satan just nods in acknowledgment.
“But how…?”
Satan shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ve been trying to stop him but I just can’t do it on my own.”
Angela pulls down the hood on her raincoat, letting her long red hair fall down across her shoulders and down her back. She takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of her nose.
“Okay, let me make sure I’ve got this right,” Angela says, “A rogue demon has figured out how to undo all of existence and you can’t stop him. Does that cover it?”
Satan nods. “Yes, that’s about it.”
“What makes you think that I can do anything about it?” Angela asks.
“To be honest, I don’t know that you can do anything about it,” Satan starts, “but I know that if I’m about to cease existing, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be by my side.”
The side of Angela’s mouth curls into a bit of a smirk as Satan’s face turns red.
“That came out wrong! I…” Satan starts to backtrack.
“Is that what this is all about?” there’s no hiding the skepticism in Angela’s voice, “Even after all of these years, you’re still not over me?”
Satan starts laughing nervously.
“Me? Not over you? Please! If anything it’s the other way around.”
This causes Angela to burst out into laughter.
“Oh yes! How ever did you know that I’m not over you?” Angela says ironically. “I could never get over a man who ran away when his followers needed him. There’s something about a coward that just turns me on.”
Satan voids his face of all emotion.
“That’s just really not very nice.”
Angela laughs so hard that she snorts.
“That wasn’t nice? That sounds extremely funny coming out of the mouth of the epitome of evil.”
Satan doesn’t appear to be amused as he watches Angela’s laughter die out.
“Look, are you going to help me or not?” Satan says emotionlessly.
Angela’s face looks surprised. “You were serious about the rogue demon? I thought you were just trying to get into my panties… or lack thereof.”
Satan chuckles. “You act like you’re not willing to spread your legs for me. We both know that you can’t turn me down.
“PU-LEASE!” Angela looks at Satan incredulously. “Just because a girl wanted a little dick a couple of centuries ago doesn’t mean that I’m going to open my legs any time that you want me to.”
Satan laughs. “You haven’t lost your edge. That’s why I’m coming to you for help.”
Angela stares off into the distance as she considers working with her former lover.
“Where exactly is this demon?”
“The last I heard, it was working as a professional wrestler. I’ve seen signs of possession in City Wrestling based out of Las Vegas,” Satan replies, “I’ve gotten some of my lower level followers into these promotions to try to gather information, but so far the demon is playing it safe. I need you to get in there. You’re one of the best demon hunters in existence.”
“One of the best? You know as well as I do that I’m the best there is. Nobody has taken out as many of your followers as I have,” Angela boasts.
Satan starts to snarl, but stops himself.
“So far that’s true, but those Winchester boys have been catching up”
“Winchester boys?” Angela inquires.
“Just a couple of kids, but they’re pretty damn good at what they do,” Satan says.
“Humans?” Angela scoffs, “They don’t stand a chance of being as good as a fallen angel such as myself.”
Satan just looks at her, refusing to stroke her ego.
“We’re getting off topic. Are you in or out?”
Angela stares off into the distance again. After several moments, she turns to face Satan.
“I’m in.”
Satan’s face twists into a smile.
“I knew you’d do it. I’ve already taken the liberty of signing you up. Your first match is in a couple of weeks.”
“Match? You’ve got me wrestling?!?” Angela is incredulous which makes Satan laugh again.
“Of course you’re wrestling, Angelon…” Satan starts to explain.
“Angela,” she corrects him.
He continues talking without missing a step. “…you’re the greatest warrior in existence. If anyone can climb through the ranks to get to this demon, it’s you.”
Angela mumbles something under her breath.
“What was that?” Satan inquires.
“I said that you should go fuck yourself.” Angela clarifies, “I can’t fight these mortal women. You know what I could do to them.”
Satan smiles, “Of course I know what you could do to them, but you won’t. You cherish human life, for some reason. You wouldn’t do any permanent damage to them out of fear of His retaliation against you.”
Angela turns away with a look of shame.
“Aww… does the truth hurt? Why do you refuse to accept the fact that we are all kicked out of heaven forever? Even his book says that we can’t go back,” Satan taunts.
Angela wipes her sleeve across her nose.
“You know as well as I do that that book is ninety percent fiction. There has to be a way to earn his love again,” Angela says, “and I’m going to do everything in my power to do just that.”
“Good. Take care of this rogue demon and I’ll put in a good word for you.”
Angela looks shocked, “You still talk to him?”
Satan smirks, “You know what they say. Keep your friends close. Keep your enemies closer. Keep that in mind when you get to Trinidad for your match.”
Angela nods as she stares off into the distance in silence. After a moment, she turns back to ask a question.
“How will I know…”
Satan is gone. He’s simply vanished into thin air.
“…who he is?...”
She lets her sentence trail off as she stares back into the rainy darkness. She slams the back of her head into the steel light pole that she’s leaning against.
“Fuck!”
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The sun is high in the afternoon sky above Turtle Rock Beach in Trinidad. Every corner is illuminated leaving not a shadow in sight. We are still about a week or so from High Stakes III and Angela Fallon’s debut in Sin City Wrestling. Satan really hooked her up. He got her into a battle royal to determine one half of the tag team champions along with long time top bombshell, Misty. The SCW crew wasn’t scheduled to arrive to set up for High Stakes III for another couple of days, so the beach is fairly empty except for a few tourists. Walking along the waterline is SCW’s newest bombshell, Angela Fallon, letting the waves wash over her bare feet. The sun is almost blinding as it comes off of her pale skin that is covered only by a black string bikini.
“It’s so beautiful here,” Angela says to no one in particular. “Most people take for granted the little miracles in life. Take the tide for instance. The moon is the perfect distance from the earth so that it can affect the water level with its gravity, but not close enough to be pulled down onto the Earth’s surface. The slightest nudge in either direction would be disastrous. “
Angela snorts.
“And to think that people believe He doesn’t exist.”
Angela digs her toes into the wet sand, letting it squeeze through her toes.
“In about a week, I’ll be stepping into a wrestling ring against four mortal women who all believe they are the best. They’re in for a shock.” Angela continues, “They’ve all got their eyes on becoming one-half of the tag team champions. I’ve got my eyes set much, much higher.”
Angela takes a couple of steps down the beach, staying along the water’s edge.
“Satan must have pulled some strings to get me, an unproven rookie, into a title match. He probably gave Mark Ward his soul back. No big loss, though. I’m sure Mark will just sell it back for another pint.”
Angela smiles at her joke.
“I’ve pondered why Satan must have pushed so hard to get my into this match and it dawned on me. He must want me to win and get close to the current champion, Misty. She must be the rogue demon that I’m here to stop.” She hypothesizes, “But in order to do that, I’ve got to dispatch four other women that are unimportant to my mission. Did I do my research on who these women are? Hell no! I don’t need to. I just need to attempt not to do any permanent damage to them. I saw their promos though. They were…”
Angela turns her head in deep thought as she tried to think of the right word.
“…cute.”
Angela starts slowly walking deeper into the gorgeous blue ocean.
“Jessie Salco just sat in her hotel room, in both of her promos, and just talked. I got bored with it and stopped watching after a few seconds. I hate when bitches are all talk and no action. She barely even mentioned me except to say that she wasn’t going to mention me. Let her overlook me, I’m okay with that. Maybe one of the other women in this match will dispatch her early so I don’t have to waste my time on a talentless hack.
She takes another couple of steps into the ocean until she is about knee deep in the waves.
“Lizzie Short at least went somewhere other than a hotel room to film her promo. If I’m not mistaken I believe she was on a beach, working on her tan like so many of the vain women in today’s society. I’m assuming that the promo I saw from her was filmed before I was added to the match as she didn’t make any reference to me. That’s perfectly fine. I don’t really care much for people talking about me, so I’m glad that my name wasn’t coming out of her mouth. From what I’ve seen in the promo though, she’s making her debut in Sin City Wrestling as well. Maybe I should let someone else dispatch her as well so I don’t end such a… promising career.”
Angela is now waist deep in the water.
“There was one person who actually surprised me with their promos. Joanne Canelli, who likes to be called The Jersey Devil Diva, cut a promo that was far and above anything Lizzie and Jessie did. She made some great points towards her opponents, like how Lizzie was too new, and how Misty would just screw Vixen over, and how good Jessie’s ass tastes on her lips. The only thing she didn’t have was something to say to me. Granted, I’ve been secretive about my past, for obvious reasons, and that gave her nothing to work off of. So she went with the generic ‘You’re new so you’re nothing’ approach. Good for her. After next week, she can cut promos about how awesome I am and how she’ll never want to see me across the ring from her again.
Angela is tracing lines in the water with her fingers.
“Vixen, what is there to say about her that hasn’t already been said? She’s the veteran of this match. She’s definitely sexy. If ring experience or looks mattered, I would think that she would be the favorite to become one-half of the tag team champions. There’s one thing that she doesn’t seem to have though. She’s missing something that the rest of us involved in the match have. She lack true motivation to win. Sure, She want to win for bragging rights and to become a grand slam champion, but deep down she doesn’t want to team with Misty. In fact, I would bet that she might lose intentionally just so she doesn’t have to be so close to the woman who’s played the biggest part in her man’s life. Am I going to look past her? No way! But I don’t think she really wants it as bad as the rest of us. She especially doesn’t want it as bad as me.”
Angela suddenly submerges herself in the water. She comes up after a few seconds. The water has turned her hair from a fiery red to a reddish-brown color. She whips her hair back and water flies for several feet behind her. She wipes the excess water off of her face with her hand.
“At High Stakes III, failure is not an option. It’s tag team champion or bust. I need to get close to Misty so I can accomplish my mission and continue on my path back to righteousness. If I destroy the rogue demon, He will no longer be able to overlook me and accept my back home to heaven.
With that, Angela dives forward into the water and starts swimming out into the open ocean. We watch until she disappears into the horizon as the scene fades.
