Event: SCW's Climax Control DATE: Sunday, 09/15/2013
Place: Tortola Venue: Cane Garden Bay
Match: Mixed Tag Team Matchup
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On Climax Control two weeks ago, The Fallen's own Vampyric Angel, Gothika put on a clinic when she went up against the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Champion and self proclaimed superhero, Roxi Johnson. She straight up put a hurting on this chick for real!! This week, she's been given another chance to take on the Bombshell Champion, but this time in a Mixed Tag Team Matchup. And her partner will be none other than the SCW's Heavyweight Champion himself, Goth! Whoa… Coink-i-dinkle or what??!! These two will go up against the team of the Bombshell Champion, and the number one contender for the SCW's Heavyweight Championship, Simon Jones. An interesting match up to say the least. Will the team with the name that screams alliteration be able to take on one of the most prominent figures in the SCW… And Roxi Johnson and be able to walk away with another victory under their belts?… Or will it be proven that what happened with Gothika against Roxi Johnson just a few short weeks ago was a fluke as others claim it to believe?… In the end… only what happens on Climax Control will be the deciding factor… Let's see what unfolds shall we...
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… SILENCE OF THE SCAMS?!! ...
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********** WARNING!! **********
The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's most enigmatic and dominant tag teams… Not just Bombshell tag teams, but tag teams in general, The Fallen. They were not intended for the younger viewers of our audience. They contain content which is extremely graphic in nature. So graphic, they've even given me nightmares which make me hide under the bed and use a night light if I watch them for too long. If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until you have something to settle your stomach before continuing. If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further. If you do go further, be prepared to wet and soil yourselves. You have to provide your own diapers and wet wipes. 
Parental discretion is advised.
********** END ADVISORY!! **********
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Time: September 10, 2013… 11:30 AM… Just after Summer XXXTreme...
Place: On the Open Seas… Aboard the Royal Monarch Cruise liner… In The Kitchen… In the walk-in meat locker...
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The Superstars and Bombshells of the Sin City Wrestling have been working hard on this tour. But as hard as it's been, it's been very rewarding and beneficial. It's been an impromptu vacation for those who didn't have to compete, but still had to travel with the others. For others, it's been a way to reach out to the fans of other countries… Learn more about the various cultures… grab ahold to some great souvenirs, and lots of wicked cool gifts to send to friends and family members, as well as to keep for themselves. And for others still, it's been a way for them to catch on some awesome rays of sunshine, or catch a few waves on their surf boards.
But for a few Bombshells and Superstars, it's about more than just traveling, and gifts, and getting a tan and spending time on a surfboard. For a few of these wrestlers, their lives are changing… moment to moment throughout this tour… they are not the same as they were the moment before… They are evolving… molting… reshaping themselves into something new… something more… something different…
For one Bombshell in particular, this statement could not be more true. Because as the days progress, she's becoming something she never thought she'd ever become… And she's starting to realize just how much she's coming to like what it is she's becoming… A monster…
The freezer is one of those huge industrial sized ones… It looks big enough to hold enough meat to last the entire ship at least a month without having to stop for supplies. But today, a portion of it has been emptied in a big circle to make room for what's about to happen today. forming the circle are huge slabs of frozen meat of all various types… There are sides of beef, full pigs, even full lambs… All skinned and prepared, and missing their heads and vital organs… It's a scene of carnage straight out of a butcher's paradise. Against the walls behind the slabs of meat are metal shelves filled with various frozen cuts of meat as well. This was the meat locker… dedicated to nothing more than the food that most men and a lot of women tend to want more than anything else these days… meat, meat and more meat.
Against the far wall, in front of a large group of shelves which contain only huge rolls of paper, twine, and plastic sits a huge butcher block table. It's been bolted down to the floor of course to make sure that no matter how hard the boat swayed, that table would not move. And to make sure that none of the expensive meats inadvertently spill over onto the floor of the freezer, it's got a high lip on either side made of stainless steel. This lip also acts as a blood barrier… The table is slanted slightly to one side, which allows for the blood to pool all to one corner, and out a small plastic tube that gets attached to the corner, and down to a bucket, which right now, is about half full. There's a large rack hanging from the high ceiling, looking like a chandelier out of your worst nightmare due to the bright lights strung around the inside of the rack to light what happens down on the table. A magnetic strip circles the rack, and attached to it are various implements of butchery… Some of which look more like medieval torture devices rather than something used to carve out a ribeye, or get that perfect filet of salmon that most drool over when they sit down for dinner.
It was in front of this large table that looks like an altar to some blood god that they had decided to have this little… impromptu meeting. They were already set up… a circle of chairs set about ten feet away from the butcher block table. So close that you can still smell the scent of the last offering made up to the gods of the buffet tables. The scent of beef blood is still so strong, that the man pulls out a spray can of air freshener and is about to spray it in the air when the butcher, who is bringing in a set of fresh cuts grabs his hand and roars at him.
"HEY MAN!!! You can't do that!! This ain't some office you can just do what you want in!! This is all of the food we have to prepare! Do you really want to contaminate what you're going to be eating with this poison? Spray this in here, and you're ruining almost a half million dollars worth of meat! Do YOU have enough to pay for that?"
The man huffs arrogantly and lifts his chin and looks at the butcher with a raises eyebrow and pulls his arm away from the man roughly.
"For your information, I do make enough to be able to deal with ruining a half million dollars of anything that I want!! I don't care if I do ruin all of this… filth! This place stinks!"
The butcher gets up in the man's face and frowns deeply.
"You'll care when you can't get your filet mignon tonight! Where do you think it comes from? You think the beef fairies just come down and magically put it on the grill for you to eat? No!! It starts right here, in this very room! And it's SUPPOSED to stink!! It's a fuckin' meat locker you asshole!!"
The butcher grabs at the can of air freshener, which the other man tries to keep from him. When the butcher grabs his arm again, the man gets huffy again.
"Do you have any idea who I am?"
The butcher rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
"No I don't man, and now ask me if I give a flying fuck. You could be the President of the fuckin' United States! It would not matter two shakes of a fleas ass on a rat's tail! I'd tell Barrack Obama the same damned thing!! You don't spray chemicals around open food like that!!"
The butcher finally grabs the can of air freshener from the other man and pushes him back down into the chair where he'd been siting, and the man looks up shocked and indignant.
"HOW DARE YOU!! I am Dr. Vingian!! I could have you fired!!… Arrested!!…"
The butcher puts the bottle of air freshener in his pocket and starts laying out the fresh cuts of meat out on the table and rolls his eyes as he does.
"Hey, like I said… I don't give a fuck about who you are… You don't mess with the food I work with!"
The doctor looks around and shakes his head slowly.
"I don't see any food! All I see are carcasses!!"
The butcher chuckles and nods slowly. He pulls out a pair of gloves and a big cleaver.
"Exactly! These carcasses are what eventually become your hamburgers, and your steaks, and your pork chops, and your legs of lamb… This is what it all looks like before the chefs get their hands on it. It all just starts out as meat!"
He brings the cleaver down sharply with a loud thud, making it stand up straight in a large side of beef he's got laid on the table. Just as the cleaver falls, a familiar face is dragged into the room, kicking and struggling by three huge men dressed as orderlies. It's Argento. He's wrapped up tightly in a straight jacket, and is struggling against his bindings and cussing up a storm.
"This is not right!! I have freakin' rights here!! I'm going to call a lawyer on you all!! This shit is wrong on so many fuckin' levels!! Why can't you all just leave me the fuck alone?!! Let go of me!!!"
The doctor picks up a notepad and straightens his tie as he watches Argento get manhandled into the chair and is finally just left there. Argento takes a deep breath for a moment, then jumps up and headbutts one of the men in the gut, sending him flying into a nearby side of meat and knocking him out. As he does, the butcher yells.
"Hey!! Quit your playin' around my meat!! I've gotta cut that for dinner tomorrow!!"
Argento looks around and is about to head through an opening between a whole pig and what looks like a half of a goat, when he's grabbed on either side by the other two orderlies and is manhandled back to his seat where he keeps struggling. The doctor scribbles a few things in his notepad, then sighs heavily, seemingly bored with the entire exchange and he speaks loudly to Argento.
"Mr. Argento… Michael… I must tell you that If you keep these antics, I'll have to restrain you in the same manner in which we had to restrain your… um… let's just call her your lady friend."
The doctor points over Argento's shoulder, and we can see a large handcart being wheeled into the room, backwards. As the cart is turned around, we see that Gothika has been bound in a straight jacket, which has been attached to the hand cart, holding her in place. A leather and metal mask has been placed on her face, making her essentially look like Hannibal Lecter… only much better looking, especially due to the tight leather pants that encase her lower body. Her hair has been pulled back in a high ponytail, and it's hanging down around her shoulders in long waves. But it's her eyes that are the most dramatic in this getup. They're almost glowing a bright blue, ringed in blood red fire as she glares at the doctor who is sitting in front of her. A low growl rumbles up her throat as she looks over and sees Argento is bound in a straight jacket as well. She slowly turns her eyes back to the doctor who's got his head down and is scribbling in his notebook quickly. Agento takes one look at Gothika and tries to launch himself at the doctor, but the orderlies grab him and slam him back down into the chair roughly. Argento looks up at the too orderlies and chuckles softly to himself and shakes his head.
"Be happy that I'm in this straight jacket… or I'd have ripped your heads from your shoulders."
The doctor's eyebrows go up and he looks up at Argento with a curious look on his face.
"Threats of bodily violence… how interesting… I'm starting to get a real insight into you as a person Michael…"
Gothika laughs evilly, throwing her head back. The mask she's wearing distorts the sound of her voice a bit, making it sound more… gravelly. The doctor turns his head towards Gothika and takes a deep breath before he speaks.
"You know Michael, your… friend here is a most curious specimen if I've ever seen one. A truly delusional case here… She actually believes that she's a vampire. Oh, it's not just some fantasy she's wrapped around herself… She actually believes she's a vampire to the point that she's caused physical manifestations of her delusion within her physiology."
Gothika laughs again and looks right at the doctor with an evil smile.
"The lambs are screaming again Clarise. Do you hear them?"
The doctor stands and walks over to Argento and pats his shoulder gently.
"You my dear boy… You've been drawn into her delusion… I've seen the scars on your throat… You've actually allowed this woman to bite you… repeatedly… how many times, I'm not sure so far… but you've actually allowed her to drink your blood. And that's why we're here. I want to know why."
Argento chuckles and shakes his head.
"I do it because I love her you whack job. And I really don't need to be here! I'm quite sane!! It's YOU and your psycho-analytical cohorts who are too blinded to see the truth when it's staring you right in the face!"
The doctor reaches up and takes off his glasses, then reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a handkerchief and starts to clean his glasses slowly as he starts to pace back and forth in front of the couple.
"You call me delusional and blind, but it's you who's allowing someone to literally use you for a walking thermos. And for what? For love? Love is just a chemical reaction of the body, used to intensify emotions. And you believe that gives what you and she do some kind of merit? If you keep saying things like that boy, I'll come to think you're as delusional as your friend here."
Gothika growls again and the doctor turns his attention to her.
"Do you know why I've had you brought here my dear Gothika?"
Gothika smirks behind the mask and lifts an eyebrow.
"Because you secretly want to donate to my cause? You want me to eat your liver with a side of fava beans and a nice Chianti… Or maybe you want to be the nice Chianti… I'd put you as a what… nineteen-sixty seven…"
She inhales deeply and exhales slowly.
"Mmmm, from the scent of you… your sweat is high even though you're locked in a meat locker… You're nervous… Your adrenaline is running high… I'd say simply from your scent you're an A negative… am I right?"
The doctor looks up at her shocked and his chin is on the ground.
"How… how did you know?"
Gothika throws her head back and chuckles.
"Because I'm a vampire, Doctor… I can scent my prey for a few hundred yards… And right now, you smell like prey. I haven't had that scent hit me so strongly in a couple of weeks now… Not since I was last in the ring with Roxi Johnson. Mmmm… now that is one truly sweet treat there… I'm anxious to get in the ring with her at Climax Control again in a few days so I can sink my fangs into her again and take another taste before I drive my fist into her face and send her down to the mat hard."
The doctor swallows audibly and shakes his head before he comes over to stand in front of her, looking up into her eyes.
"You just did that to frighten me… There's no way you could have known my blood type by my scent…"
Gothika chuckles and shakes her head slowly.
"Ok doctor… keep believing that if it helps you sleep at night. Oh, which reminds me… What's your room number Doctor?"
The doctor opens his mouth to speak, then closes it quickly and frowns, looking up at Gothika curiously.
"And just why is it that you want to know my room number?"
Gothika grins, and even through the metal slits of the mask she's wearing, you can see that her fangs have elongated.
"Mmmm, because I want to show you exactly what I am. Since you don't believe your eyes, your ears, your instincts… Not even the warnings of your predecessors… You know you're the fourth doctor that Argento and I have had since this whole… psychiatrist debacle has begun."
The doctor taps her arm with his ink pen gently and smirks confidently.
"Au contraire my friend… I actually paid very close attention to the tapes that I got of your previous sessions with my predecessors. Which is why I have you and your friend here bound in the manner that you are."
Gothika growls and snaps her teeth at the doctor so loudly that he jumps back and squeals a bit. She chuckles and shakes her head slowly.
"No my dear doctor… You did not pay very close attention to your predecessors. What did your predecessors say about me?"
The doctor flips through his notepad to some previous notes and starts to read from them.
"Well, it reads that you're not a fake. It reads that you are indeed a vampire. They tried every test that why could on you, physical tests, blood tests, Rorshach tests… They even ran IQ tests which you tested off the charts on… All of the tests they ran… I have folders and folders full of tests... and all of the tests came back inconclusive… And each of the past doctors you have attacked and bitten… Which is why you're in a straight jacket and a mask, and Mr. Argento is bound in a straight jacket so he cannot release you and let you attack me too."
Gothika throws her head back and laughs evilly and lifts an eyebrow as she looks at the doctor.
"And do you think that restraints will keep you safe? Do you truly believe that doctor? Do you think that anything truly could stop me from getting my hands on you if I truly wanted to?"
The doctor opens his mouth to speak and closes it as he starts to think for a moment, then opens them to speak again.
"I think that they will keep me relatively safe. And if not, there are the orderlies to protect me."
Gothika growls softly and lets the low rumble morph into a chuckle.
"Oh doctor… Doctor, doctor, doctor… It is not ME who is deluded… it's you! It's you and every other Bombshell and Superstar out there that has ever underestimated me and my abilities… Take my future opponent this week… Roxi Johnson… she thinks of herself as a superhero who has super powers… She runs around in a costume and talks to imaginary friends that she says are superheros too… but only she can see and hear them. And yet, I'm the one who's in a straight jacket because I've accepted the monster that is within me… The monster that I've become. Roxi fears me… she fears what I am capable of… and truth be told, so am I. I'll be honest of it… What I am capable of doing scares me shitless sometimes. Because the sheer depths of depravity to which I have the ability to go to is bottomless. I am perfectly ready, willing and able… AND capable enough to put my opponents through such levels of agony that it would send most running to the hills… Why do you think that my friend, Raynin and I were Tag Team Champions for so long? Most of the Bombshells are literally afraid to step into the ring against us… and for very good reason. We don't care if we put our opponents into the hospital… We don't care if we wind up in the hospital right along side of them… As long as we get the win. We don't care if there is so much blood in the ring, that it looks like the canvas is red instead of white. We've run the gambit of matches… all kinds of matches… And win, lose, or draw… We still came out as victors because of what we did in that ring. We stepped up. We always step up and we give it our all in each and every match that we have."
The doctor looks up at Gothika and his eyes catch hers and he gasps as he sees the color of them changing and moving like molten fire. She smirks as she keeps looking down at him.
"And this week, I feel that I'm luckier than most… Lucky because I get to team with the SCW Heavyweight Champion. Lucky because even though my tag team partner is my best friend and knows me almost as well as any person who is not me can know me, if I have to team with anyone, I feel that I deserve for it to be the Heavyweight Champion. Besides which.. I've seen him in the ring… He's as hellbent on carnage and destruction of an opponent as I am. I have no worries about being Dominant in the ring if I'm in a Mixed Tag Team match if he's my partner.”
As Gothika is talking, she's wiggling her shoulder's and we hear a loud pop, which knocks the doctor out of his reverie for a moment. She clears his throat and shakes his head slowly as he flips through his notes again.
"So you feel that your enjoyment of hurting people is a good thing?"
Gothika smirks and chuckles which causes the doctor to look up at her again. The shot zooms in on her eyes slowly as she talks.
"Oh yes… yes I do doctor. You see, I'm a wrestler… Being good at hurting people is what I do. And I've become very… very good at hurting people. If anything, Simon Jones should be thanking his lucky stars that it's not an Intergender match. Because as much competition as I have with the bombshells, I do miss taking on the males. You see, the one thing that has stopped me from wanting to take out Mr. Jones and a few of the other males in this company is the fact that the Powers that Be feel that men and women shouldn't fight each other. It's got to do with the whole… woman beating thing. But I've always viewed it as if a woman feels she's good enough to step up into the men's division.. Good enough, strong enough, capable enough… she shouldn't be viewed as a woman at that point, but instead as a competitor. And I am a competitor. I am my opponent's worst nightmare all wrapped up in a pretty package that smells damned good when I step into the ring. And I can go toe to toe with any man that gets in my way… So if Simon thinks that he'll be safe from my wrath if he just hangs back, and keep tagging in Roxi… he'll find out what it means to tangle with a vampire soon enough. Besides… I've been curious to see what he taste like…"
We hear another pop and the sound of buckles coming undone, then dropping to the floor. The shot pulls out and we see that Gothika has escaped her bonds and is approaching the doctor quickly. The Orderlies try to stop her, but a couple of well placed side kicks drop them like hot rocks. The doctor scrambles backward, shrieking in fear and sounding like a scared rat. Gothika chuckles and whispers in his ear.
"The lambs are screaming again Clarise… And I enjoy that sound…"
The shot zooms in on her open mouth as her fangs sink into his flesh and the sight of red spelling down his neck fills the screen along with the sounds of his scrams of terror as the scene fades out.
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