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Climax Control Archives / Somewhere Over the Rainbow
« on: April 27, 2018, 11:55:09 PM »
 

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The sounds of pugilistic performances could be heard throughout the facility.   Whoa, that sentence was totally full of thirty-two dollar words.  Hmm, let me rephrase that in a way that's a little easier to understand.  That just means that there was a lot of fighting going on all around the building.

The Angels of the Fallen had known that there was more that Diamond needed than they were able to give.  Diamond was so used to their fighting styles, it was easy for them to face one another and have the match come to a stalemate.  So, Darknyss had made a few calls and arranged for something a little bit different.

They were at Randy Couture's Mixed Martial Arts gym, and Diamond was looking around, wondering what was about to happen.  Darknyss came over with ten women grouped off into pairs.  Five of the women were Crystal Hilton's height, weight and build, and the other five were Mercedes Vargas's height, weight, and build.  Diamond frowned and looked around with a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach.

"Hey now Lady...  Why do I get the feeling that I'm not about to like what you're about to have me do?"

Darknyss chuckles and grins.

"Cause, you're probably not about to like what I'm about to have you do.  You're gonna face off against these ten women in pairs.  You're gonna simulate your triple threat match, gauntlet style.  They're gonna group off in teams, and when one person on each team gets pinned, the next person enters the match until you've pinned every one of the women on one team.  If you get pinned, there's a five-minute break, then the teams start over from the beginning."

Diamond's jaw drops and she looks around at the women.

"Are you tryin' to kill me or something?  There's no way I could do that!!"

Darknyss walks over and slaps Diamond across the face hard, and Diamond's eyes flare at the shock.

"What the fuck Lady??!!"

Darknyss glares at Diamond and puts her finger in her face.

"I don't EVER want to hear you say what you can't do!!  You keep forgetting that you can do WHATEVER you put your mind to!!  Have you forgotten the gauntlets we used to do in Sensei's advanced classes?  We faced off against thirty other people, one right after another!!  And you never... EVER backed down!  Not once!!  You fought and fought and you didn't stop!  You had a broken nose, a busted lip, cracked ribs and a twisted ankle, and you still didn't stop!  So, you don't DARE start giving up before you even begin!  I won't let you!"

Diamond swallows and looks at the concern in her friend's face and she nods slowly, rubbing her cheek.

"You didn't have to try to take my head off with that shot though."

Darknyss quirks her eyebrow at her friend.

"I'm not sorry I did it though.  Something needed to wake you up. Now if you want to win back your championship, you better start getting serious!"

Diamond nods and looks around at the different mixed martial artists surround her.  She takes a deep breath, and clenches her fists, letting the breath out slowly before she turns and walks into the cage.  She steps into the center of the ring, and closes her eyes, letting everything leave her mind except for the task at hand.  As she waits for the sparring match to start, a voice over starts going through her mind.

{ "How badly do you truly want it?"  That's a question that keeps running through my head every moment of my life.  I keep putting a goal in front of me, and I keep trying and trying to reach for it, and that goal keeps getting closer and closer, then just when I get close to it, it will sometimes seem to leap miles away.  So I have to keep clawing my way back towards that goal. }

The first two women step into the cage, and she opens her eyes as she hears Darknyss yell out.

"FIGHT!"

The two women aren't interested in each other, and both come right after her.  She starts to duck and dodge strikes and slipping out of hold attempts.  The moves start out a bit static at first, but after a few moments, they become smooth and fluid, almost as if she's dancing between the opponents standing against her.

{ When I hear that question running off in my head, it does something to me.  Most people who hear that question start to question their desire for their goals.  I on the other hand, start to work harder towards that goal.  That question pushes me unlike any other question that could be asked of me.  Because it's not asking me whether or not it's something that I should be striving for like most people would believe it to be.  Instead, it asks me, "Just how effort much are you willing to put into what you're working towards?"  It's a challenge to me, not a question for validation of my desires. }

As she keeps moving, her body starts to learn what to expect from these two women who she's facing off against.  It's like she'd seen these moves before, and that's when she realized that Darknyss hadn't just found people who were Crystal Hilton and Mercedes Vargas's sizes, but that had similar fighting styles.  As she kept dodging and throwing strikes, it was like she could envision her opponents were the two women she was destined to face in only a few days.  It gave her more of a desire to take them down.

{ See, that's something that I know if my opponents were asked, they'd say that they would do a lot for what they wanted, but I don't know if they would go as far as I would.  The thing of it is, I would give just about anything for what I've made my goal for Climax Control, short of taking someone's life.  I would put my body on the line for my goal.  I would give my blood, my sweat, my tears, my bones, my flesh, whatever it takes.  I've been training like a maniac to try to get myself ready for this match.  And it's not just any match...  It's the Main Event match!!  Which means that when Mercedes, Crystal and I step into the ring, I'm gonna put that extra little bit of something something into what I put out in that ring. }

She locks one of the women in a grapevine arm bar and looks out the cage at the other women who are standing outside of the chain link, and she keeps seeing Crystal and Mercedes' faces over and over again.  This makes her give pause, and she lets up the pressure on the woman's arm, and the hold is shaken off.  She rolls backwards as she just misses getting her head taken off with an axe kick.  She looks and sees Darknyss blowing a handful of crystal dust she's pulled from Diamond's mojo bag onto the last couple of women, and watches as the glamour settles over their bodies.  Darknyss turns and yells at her.

"You needed to be in the right mindset for what's coming up.  I thought this might be helpful."

Diamond nods and gives Darknyss a thumb's up, which was just enough distraction for her to get hit from behind with a double axe handle to the back of the neck.  She's dropped to her knees as the voice over continues.

{ See, I've got something going for myself that Mercedes and Crystal don't have.  I've got the true desire to become the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Internet Champion.  I've got that fire that's running wild in my gut, pushing me towards becoming more than just some regular old Bombshell who just sits on the side lines and looks good, and laughs at some useless joke, and wants to be on the arm of some man.  None of my friends are like that.  We stand on our own two feet.  We live, eat, breathe, shit, and fight our lives as Champions, regardless of if we are holding the gold around our waists.  We bring the people running to the ticket booths to get the chance to see us in action.  We decorate the billboards, we fill the centerfolds of magazines, we grace the covers of not just sports magazines, but fashion and beauty magazines.  We're the biggest thing to happen to Professional Wrestling since the invention of a wrestling ring! }

Before she knows it, the first two set of women have been taken down, and the cage door has opened to allow the next woman through the door.  She's not even sure if this person looks like Mercedes or Crystal at this time, as the only thing on her mind is getting this next person taken out.  She dropkicks the woman into the side of the cage and rolls back up to her feet, then launches herself at her in a spear, driving her into the cage wall, then she links that into a belly to belly suplex, arching into a bridge, only to forget about the other woman in the cage who kicks her in the stomach.  She collapses, trying to catch her breath as the onslaught continues along with the voice over.

{ Think about it.  Who in their right minds would put their bodies through hell unless it was something that they wanted with their entire being?  My mind, my body and my soul are all screaming for the chance to be able to get that title back around my waist.  And now that the chance is here, just having a monkey wrench of Mercedes Vargas being tossed into the mix won't be enough to stop me from getting that title back.  I should have never lost it in the first place.  I'm better than that.  I'm better than what I believe I'm capable of.  But I slipped up a few months ago and let go of my grip on it.  I let the title slip from my fingers.  My mistake.  But it's a mistake I'm not about to let happen again!  That's something you can believe! }

The woman she's suplexed has shaken herself out of her stupor and is returned to the onslaught against her.  The two women are stomping her into the ground, and all she can do is curl up into a ball as she tries to retain her thoughts.  That's when she hears it.  Darknyss calls out to her.

"DON'T YOU DARE GIVE UP!!"

Diamond's eyes flash open, flaring a bright green and it's as if a new wave of energy floods into her.  The other women feel the change in her and they back up almost as if a shockwave has pushed them off of her.  As the power floods her body, she slowly uncurls herself from the floor and turns towards her opponents, lifting a hand slowly and beckons them towards her.  They look at one another and charge towards Diamond, but she too launches forward, ducking under their swings, and pivots quickly, coming back around towards them with a double clothesline.  Now Diamond is on the offensive.

{ You see, unlike my opponents, when things get rough for me, I have the ability to dig down deep inside of myself and come out with something unexpected.  Whether that's an unexpected move, or a handful of crystal dust, I always have a surprise in the cut.  I'm the kind of Champion who will not only ask you "how bad do you want it?", but I will show you how badly I want it.  And right now, I'm wanting that title really bad.  I'm craving it like a junkie craving their next fix! }

Diamond is moving like a woman possessed as she punches and kicks, clotheslines and body slams, suplexes and DDT's her way through the next couple of groups of women, and she doesn't miss a beat.  Every hit she takes, she gives two in return.  Every time she's knocked down, she starts to come back stronger.  And the harder she fights, the brighter her eyes burn.  Outside of the cage, Darknyss and Gothika are roaring in pride at what she's doing.  Until a lucky kick rings her bell and she drops to the ground.

{ Where I'm concerned, I don't know when to quit.  The only way you're gonna be able to count me out is to basically render me unconscious to get a pin or a count out on me.  I'm done being nice.  I’m done being patient.  I've been patiently waiting for my chance for long enough.  The time for action has come.  And action is exactly what you're gonna get from me when we get in the ring.  Non-Stop Action packed, adrenaline filled frenetic energy has been filling my body, and when the bell rings at Climax Control, there will be no containing it!  I'm gonna let it run rampant, and when the dust clears, there will be a new Bombshell Internet Champion crowned.  And her name will be Diamond! }

Darknyss opens the cage and runs in to check on Diamond.  Diamond is laying there, her eyes clearly glazed over.  She slowly comes out of it, and Darknyss helps her sit up.  She puts a hand to her head and blinks slowly.

"Emme!  Emme, are you alright?"

Diamond nods slowly as the room spins around her.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I just need a minute."

She takes a deep breath and sighs, putting a hand to her forehead.

"Did you get the name of that mack truck that hit me?"

Darknyss chuckles and ruffles Diamond's hair playfully.

"Yeah, her name was Clara.  Do you think you can stand?"

Diamond slowly climbs to her feet and looks around at the women outside of the cage.  They're almost all scuffed and ruffled, but they all look like they're ready to go another round.  She sighs and looks at the two women in the ring and looks back at Darknyss.

"Are you sure I can't have ten minutes instead of just five?"

Darknyss chuckles and pushes Diamond's shoulder.

"I guess I could be nice.  After that shot you took to the dome, I can give you an extra two minutes."

Darknyss turns around and claps her hands, and Gothika tosses her a bottle of water.  She cracks it open and hands it to Diamond who drinks it greedily.

"Thanks.  That extra two minutes would be greatly appreciated.  And I think not just by me, but by the other women.  I almost had her too."

Darknyss nods and grins.

"True, but Carla's the queen of sneak attacks.  She waited for the perfect moment and laid you out with a side shuffle kick to the side of your head.  Truthfully, since she's so short, I was surprised she could actually get her foot up to your face.  But she's stretchy that one."

Diamond chuckles and shakes her head.

"I don't think Crystal and Mercedes are that flexible.  But you never know.  The whole point of this exercise is to be prepared for any eventuality, right?"

Darknyss nods and pats her on the back.

"You got it chica.  You never know what new tricks these chicks have decided to add to their arsenal.  They know how much of a threat you are, and they're not about to pull their punches.  You know what the question is?"

Diamond nods.

"Yeah, I know.  How bad do you want it?"

Darknyss chuckles and picks up a mirror from out of her bag and holds it up to Diamond's face.

"Not me.  THIS is who you need to be asking that question to."

Diamond holds up the mirror and starts asking the question over and over again at her reflection.

"How bad do you want it?"

Darknyss yells at her.

"AGAIN!!"

"How bad do you want it?"

Darknyss yells at her again.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!"

"HOW BAD DO YOU WANT IT?!!!"

Darknyss points at the cage and smirks.

"Now, get back in there and show me just how bad you want it!!"

Diamond turns to the camera and smirks.

"So Crystal and Mercedes...  Are you ready to show me how badly do you want it?"

She steps back into the cage and pulls the door shut.  She peers through the chain link towards the camera and her eyes flare bright green.

"I'll show you how bad I want it."

She turns back to the stand off against her opponents and they lock up as the scene fades out.


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Climax Control Archives / How Sweet... Raynin RP 1
« on: May 22, 2015, 11:59:14 PM »
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Raynin Climax Control RP


Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Weekly Show, Climax Control    DATE:  05/24/2015

Place: [/color Tunis, Tunisia

Venue: El Menzah Sports Palace

Match: IN THE MAIN EVENT…  WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH

Opponent:  VS.  MIKAH



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It’s never been said that the SCW’s own Rebellious Angel has not been a fighting Champion.  She’s stood up against any and every challenge that’s been set up before her, and taken each challenge head on and overcome them.  But now, a new sheep has risen from the pack to offer up it’s throat to the rising of the Warrior Angel’s star.  That’s right, during the Number One Contender’s Four Corners match between Amy Marshall, Jessie Salco, Mikah, and Mercedes Vargas, the contestants put up a tremendous effort, but it was Mikah who stepped out of the shadows as the dark horse, and grabbed the reins to become the newest Number One Contender, to our Angel’s World Bombshell Championship title.  Will Mikah be able to overcome the Rebel Champion and take the title she’s coveted for so long?  Or will Raynin be able to keep her winning streak going and retain the title?  Let’s see what happens…
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The tour had been amazing so far.  She has had some awesome matches, and got to meet new fans all over the world.  There were people who were fans of hers in countries she never even knew existed.  Plus, having her friends with her as she climbed the ladder of her success made things all the more…  Well, the only word that fits is… AWESOME SAUCE!!

But as amazing as the tour has been, it’s been extremely tiring.  So many cities… So many countries… So many flights back and forth…  She was physically tired, but she knew there were ways of taking care of that… Starting with a spa treatment when she got to California, and a good ten hours of sleep afterwards.  She’d finally gotten a call for something special, and she was excited about the chance to be on this show.  She knew it was going to be simply amazing!!

Here she was, surrounded by her friends, and tired as hell, but happy as hell.  While they were back in the States, they were stopping off in Vegas so that Darknyss could go see her obstetrician, and make sure that everything is still all right with the little bump.  But there was a part of her that was just… not quite so settled.  She had just gotten a blanket and laid back with her headphones on to try to get herself some sleep while she could, and she slipped off into the corners of her mind where she could feel the Other… Watching and waiting… scratching at the walls as it tried to get away from the restraints she’d wrapped it in.


She was standing on the other side of the mirror, watching as The Other sat on the floor of the room at the center of the maze.  The Other had found one of her old super balls, and she was throwing it against the wall, letting it bounce back to her as she sang the song to herself softly that had tormented her for all fo her years.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…



Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assess the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!


The Other seemed to sense her standing there, and it smirked as it threw the ball at the mirror and growled at her.

”Ssssooo…  I know why you’re here.  I can feel it.  I can tell that you need me.”[/b]

She put her hands on the mirror and slipped through it, and as soon as she did, she was once again in the visage of herself when she was about ten years old, wearing her school girl jumper, white button down shirt, and saddle shoes with her white ankle socks with ruffles.  She shook her head, her pigtails swinging slowly.

“No I don’t.  I don’t need you at all.  You can just stay here and rot for all that I care.”

She goes to turn around and go back through the mirror, but the superball crashes against the mirror right beside her head, and she turns around just as The Other catches and smirks.

”You’re missing the little edge I gave you… You know that you do…  And there’s nothing you can do or say to convince me otherwise.”
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The Other stands and walks over to her and starts to sing the song softly in her ear it walks around her.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!



She shakes her head and smirks, crossing her arms.

“It’s not gonna work anymore.  You’re gonna be here until the end of time, and that’s the end of it.”

She turned around and passed through the mirror, disappearing into the mists of her mind.  Back in the room, The Other put it’s hand on the mirror and pressed slightly, and instead of the mirror being solid as it had been in the past, it’s starting to give like a piece of bubble gum spreading slowly.

”Oh yes…  We will play again soon little rabbit… Run for now…. Run run run….”
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As she turned over in her sleep, Gothika turns and looks at her as she hears her singing softly in her sleep…



'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!



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Time:  May 16, 2015…  5:30 PM…  
 
Place:  Hollywood, California… Location:  World of Wonder Studios… On Set...

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The scene comes in at the World of Wonder Studios, where they’re recording an episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race.  The lights come up, and everyone is in position, and the fun begins as RuPaul says…

“Hello everyone!  And welcome to a very extra special episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race.  And why is this an extra special episode?  Because!  It’s time for a Snatch Game Rewind!!  That’s right America!  You voted, and all of your favorite Snatch Game Characters have come back for another visit!  We’ve got your favorites, such as Cher!  Snookie!  Tyra Banks!! Little Richard!  Beyonce!!  Lady Bunny!!  My best squirrel friend, Michelle Visage!  Judge Judy!!  Fran Drescher!  Paula Dean!  Tamar Braxton, and a host of others!!|”
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The applause track plays as the camera goes from one of the Quote/ Unquote “Celebrity Guests”  to the other, before going back to RuPaul.

“Now if you’ve never seen an episode of RuPaul’s Snatch Game, then let me explain.  Each one of our queens has dressed in their best caricature of their favorite celebrity, and we will ask each of them questions which they have to write down an answer for.  We’ll then ask each of our contestants the same question, and if their answers match our celebrity panel’s, then they will get a point.  Now, the whole point of the Snatch Game is to be as funny as possible.  So, without further ado… Let’s introduce our contestants!!”

The applause track plays again as the camera turns to the show the contestants and RuPaul introduces them.

“Today, we wanted to showcase not just our Queens’ Creativity, Uniqueness, Nerve and Talent, but we wanted to have contestants who displayed those same qualities in abundance, so I thought, ‘why not have female wrestlers?  Half of those are confused as Queens anyways.’ And the first group of ladies I thought of was the Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshells!  And of course, an amazing group of Bombshells agreed… So, here whave it!  We have as our contestants two ladies who are in a group called the Fallen.  They call themselves Angels, but they’re devillishy wicked…  Gothika, and the SCW’s World Bombshell Champion, Raynin!!  Let’s say hello!!”

The applause track plays again, and the panel all wave and say hello.  RuPaul moves to stand beside Gothika and shakes her hand.

“Well now… Gothika… what a name!  It sounds all dark and scary!  What made you decide to use that as your name?”

Gothika grins wickedly and laughs.

“Well, when I first started wrestling, I wasn’t so dark and scary.  I was bubbly and happy, but I was into Punk…  And it just fit.  Besides… I loved the movie.  And in the end, it fit even better.”

RuPaul chuckles and leans closer to Gothika.

“Oh yes… It fit even better alright.  Now you’re not dark and scary, you’re pasty and scary.  And those fangs… I bet you could ravage a guy with those fangs.”

Gothika smirks and winks at RuPaul.

“Well, my boyfriend, Michael says that I suck on so many different levels, and it’s a good thing.”

Everyone bursts out laughing at the statement, then she turns to the second contestant.

“And here we have the World Bombshell Champion, Raynin.  So tell me something… How does it feel to carry around that much gold around your waist all of the time?”

Raynin smirks and shrugs.

“It’s a lot better than carrying it around your neck like we used to do in the Eighties.  Haha!!  No, Seriously… It’s an amazing feeling to be Champion once more.  It’s something I’ve worked very hard for, and that I work even harder for to keep.  It’s like what you said in your song, Geronimo.  â€˜And they be slain… I slay these bitches double dutch.  And they be slain… I slay these bitches, so what’s up!’  And that’s true talk right there.”

Gothika nods and holds out her fist to her partner, and they reach across and give each other a fist bump.

“Ain’t that the truth.”

RuPaul looks from Gothika to Raynin, and back again and lifts his eyebrows high.

“So…  How does it feel going up against one another, even though it’s in the snatch game?”

Raynin shrugs and laughs.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun!  We love competing against one another.  Especially when we square off in the ring.  We know how to keep it all on the canvas.  No matter what happens in the ring, we always walk away from it as friends.”

Gothika nods and shrugs.

“Yeah…  That’s the way of the Angels.  We’ve been through so much crap together, it doesn’t matter what happens in the ring.  It’s always Wings before Gold.  We would never turn on one another just because one of us beat the other in a match.  Have you seen the way the Mean Girls are imploding?  That would NEVER happen to the Angels of the Fallen.”

Raynin chuckles and nods.

“Yeah, that’s cause we’re always competing against one another, no matter what.  We feed off of each other’s strengths to become stronger ourselves.  We lift each other as we climb.”

RuPaul lifts his fist in the air and nods his head.

“That’s right sista…  Girl Power!!”

Everyone in the room lifts their fist in the air and shouts, ‘GIRL POWER!!’, then RuPaul turns to the panel and nods to them all.

“Alright… so if everyone is ready… We decided that in honor of your upcoming match, Raynin… All of these questions would be about your opponent, Mikah.  So, let’s see what we came up with, shall we?”

Everyone claps and Raynin chuckles and smirks.

“Well if you wanted something funny, you couldn’t have picked a better subject.  I can’t wait to see what happens…”

RuPaul flips through his cue cards and clears his throat.

“When Mikah steps into the ring against you, Raynin, she’s going to get a ‘Blank’…  What’s your answer?”

Raynin throws her head back and laughs before she speaks.

“Oh, that’s an easy answer.  She’s gonna get a beat down from downtown.”

RuPaul walks over to the panel and goes up to one of them.

“Now… Cher…  When Mikah steps into he ring against Raynin, she’s going to get a ‘Blank’…  What’s your answer?”

‘Cher’ picks up her card and starts to sing.

“You know I believe in life after love… But I also believe that you should never poke a hornet’s nest, and that’s something Mikah has done when she decided she wanted to go after Raynin’s title… So I said, Mikah’s gonna sing, ‘if I could turn back time’ to before she got Raynin’s boot up her ass.”

The whole room bursts out laughing, and RuPaul nods with a grin.

“Yeah, I bet you’re right with that, and you’re also right, because that’s a match!!”

‘Cher’ puts down her card and nods slowly.

“I bet Mikah’s hoping that she’ll be able to believe in life after she learns about Raynin’s Way.”







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Climax Control Archives / No God! Please No! (Raynin RP 1)
« on: April 17, 2015, 11:58:40 PM »
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Raynin Climax Control RP

 
Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Weekly Show, Climax Control    DATE: 04/19/2015


Place:  Malaga, Spain 
 
 Venue:  Jose Maria Martin Carpena Arena
 
Match:  IN THE MAIN EVENT…  MIXED TAG TEAM NON-TITLE MATCHUP
 
Opponent:   W/ World Heavyweight Champion, GABRIEL VS.  ANDREW WATTS and AMY MARSHALL

 
 
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 She’s done it!!  The Angel of Battle overcame the odds and walked away from Climax Control with the Bombshell World Championship Title belt strapped solidly around her waist!!  Everyone is ecstatic!... Well, everyone except for the Former Bombshell World Champion, Amy Marshall that is.  But that’s alright… Not everyone can be pleased all of the time.  But now, the world of Professional Wrestling is in for an even BIGGER treat, as our very own Warrior Angel, Raynin gets to team up for Mixed Tag Team action with one of the Sins, and the Sin City Wrestling’s World Heavyweight Champion, Gabriel to take on the team consisting of the Number One Contenders to the titles that they currently hold…  Andrew Watts and Amy Marshall!  Raynin’s got something to prove, and she’s ready to use Amy Marshall and Andrew Watts to do just that!  But just where is Raynin’s mindset at these days?  Has winning the title been just the spark needed to keep sanity prevalent in her mind?  Or will she dive back into the deep end once more?  Let’s find out what happens shall we…  
 

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It had been weeks since the change over had taken place….  And she was literally going stark raving mad being here.  She couldn’t believe things had gone so wrong!  All of her hard work and determination at not just being free, but suppressing the little whelp had gone all for naught as the little twerp had bested her, and trapped her once again behind the reflection….  And worse still!!  Turned things inside the corridors of her mind into this… this… saccharine filled world of ooey, gooey happiness!!

Things had changed in the maze of mirrors so drastically, you couldn’t even believe it was the same place!!  The gloominess had been replaced by lots of sunshine and rainbows.  The scenes of delicious horror and terror that she’d used to torture the little brat… the gory details that had decorated the mirrors had been replaced by scenes of couples on picnics, and holding hands on the beach at sunset, and other scenes of love and affection.  The canopy bed in the center of the maze was decked out with butterflies and hearts and all manners of pink and purple and girly-ness with lace and satin…  It was DISGUSTING!!  She’d never been surrounded by so much happiness and joy that she just wanted to puke.  And everywhere she looked… there were pictures of… HIM!!  

He graced posters on the walls and the ceiling… ON THE CEILING for Christ’s sake!!   Why on the Ceiling??!!  Everywhere she looked, she was being tortured by memories of that night… how he’d helped to free the little twerp from her clutches, and denied her the chance she’d hoped she could have with him…  Those beautiful clear brown eyes… the cute little button of a nose…  the adorable fuzzy face and body…  How could he have done this to her?!!  

She jumped up off of the bed, and that song… that song started playing again… over and over again, it kept playing…  She started to pace, trying to block her ears from the sound, but since it was essentially her head too, there was no escaping it… over and over it played…


Oooh

We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand…


She put her hands over her ears and shook her head over and over again… She couldn’t believe it…  Not this song!!  Anything but this song!!  She couldn't STAND this song!!  The father of the brat used to play it to put the little twerp to sleep when she was a child...  Every night... over and over again, she'd had to hear it... It was almost bad as when the kid had gone through her whole 'Puff The Magic Dragon' phase and she'd had the VCR set for automatic rewind and repeat.  Oh yes... She knew that Very Long John could bake a cherry pie, quick as a cat could wink his eye...  along with pumpkin, peach, and a half a dozen others... oh yes...  She knew that all too well.  Just like she knew exactly what was coming next...  

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you…


Here she was, stuck in the brain of this totally besotted woman and being Rick Rolled!!  HER!!  The upcoming scourge was being tortured... LITERALLY TORTURED while being trapped!  She had to get out!! There had to be some way!!  She howled and ran towards one of the larger mirrors and tried to throw herself through it head first, only for her head to connect with the crystal, creating a very large cracking sound, and falling back on the ground, holding her head as blood starts to pour from a cut in her hairline.  She looked at the mirror, and shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs and the stars from her eyes as the sound of the song seems to double and triple on her.  OH MY GOD!!  She almost couldn't believe what she'd done!!  She'd tripled the Rick Roll in her head, and it was driving her nuts as it continued getting louder!!


We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but
You're too shy to say it
Inside, we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see…


She got to her feet slowly and shakily, still unsteady as she tried to clear her vision, looking at the mirror , trying to see the spot where her head had connected with it... Looking for the slightest opening that could spell her freedom.  She staggered over to the mirror and started clawing at it... Howling at it... Trying to will it to crack and shatter just so she could get away.  If she hadn't ran full tilt at the wall and knocked herself for a loop already, she might have tried to give it one more go, just so that she could try to get out and away from the God Awful song!!  Others may like it...  But for her, it was worse than nails on a chalkboard.  The brat had finally found a way to get her back for all of the years she'd spent, playing that song in her head...  And that's when it hit her... THE SONG!!  Maybe if she sang the song at just the right pitch, it might counteract the Rick Roll...  It couldn't hurt...  She stood slowly and kept pawing at the mirror, looking for anything... even the slightest crack she could concentrate on to try and break the brat's concentration...


Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you…


Just as she was about to give up searching, that's when the twerp appeared in the mirrors, dancing and singing and swinging her hair to the beat of the music.  She growls low in her throat as she watched the brat grinning and shaking her hips to the music, then break out into the Running Man and the cabbage patch.   She was going to do what she needed to do to get out.  She tuned out the kid as she was taunted for her predicament.  

"You know running head first into a brick wall isn't good for your health.  You could bust your skull open doing stuff like that.  I've done it before.  You know, you should just sit back and enjoy it here.  I'm nice... I kept the bed and the tv for you.  Plus, I'm supplying you with such awesome music!!"


(Ooh, give you up)
(Ooh, give you up)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but
You're too shy to say it
Inside, we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand…


The brat moved on to another mirror, still dancing and oblivious to her.  She was about to show her.  She kept running her fingertips along the crystal until she found just what she was looking for...  A minute crack in the crystal...  Not too big... Just large enough for it to be significant for what she needed to do.  She closed her eyes and tried to still her mind and block out the song that was torturing her because it had to be perfect...  


Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….
 
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…



Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you…

Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
 
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assess the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!


It was like a battle of the bands almost...  Each song battling to take out the other.  Back and forth it went... Over and over again, one trying to assert itself as the dominant force within the crystal.  She kept on singing, not letting up because she knew this would be her one chance.  
 

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….
 
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…



Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you…

Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
 
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assess the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!

 

That's when she heard it...  The minute sound that made her stop before the brat figured out what had happened.  She let the sound of the other song continue on, but she reached out her fingertips and felt along the mirror where she knew it would be... And she felt it... the single crack had a chip missing.  She backed away from the mirror slowly, then more quickly as she didn't want to draw attention to what she'd done...  She'd just solidified her foothold in the impending take over that was coming.  The brat wouldn't know what hit her when she was done with her...  She even whistled along with the hated song.


Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you…


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Date:  April 17, 2015, Time:  Unknown...  
 
Place:  Somewhere in Spain…   Location:  IUnknown…  
 
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The room is darkened, but there is light enough to see that this is some sort of religious location...  It's a small church, or a small sanctuary in a larger church somewhere, but where it might be is a mystery.   The inside of the place is darkened, but you can see around the edges of the room, near the door that there are a few pews which lead up towards the back of the room in two sets of rows.  

Suddenly, you hear the strike of a match...  And it illuminates a familiar face.  It's Raynin.  She uses the match to light a candle she's holding, then shakes out the match before it can burn her fingers and. The light of the candle is the only thing to brighten up the room, and it's circle of light barely stretches out around her.  She's smiling at the camera with a look in her eye that is one of almost pure innocence... But we all know that she is far from innocent...  At least a part of her isn't.  The camera holds it shot on her face as she continues to smile.

"Amy...  Oh Amy...  Aren't you so proud of me?  I did what most thought couldn't be done...  Well... not most really... mainly just you...  You see, I beat you to claim what I should have had a shot to hold a long time ago...  The Sin City Wrestling's World Bombshell Championship.  Yes, I did exactly what I told you I was going to do.  I'd told you that I was bound and determined to get my hands back on the gold, and yet, you thought that you could truly get one over on me...   Just because you beat Delia Darling, you thought that you were the top shit...  And that you could take out anyone who stood to oppose you...  That was so... so very arrogant of you, Amy.  And that was your downfall.  Your arrogance cause you to tumble from the top of the mountain...  And though you were still at the summit, you think that you can climb it once more.  Well, all I have to say to that is... Good luck!!  You're gonna need it!!  Cause there's one hell of a big obstacle standing in your way...  And that's me!"

The camera pulls back and Raynin lifts the Championship belt out of the darkness to glint in the flickering candlelight.  She smiles and nuzzles her cheek against it with a sigh.

"Isn't this just the most gorgeous sight in the world?  I know you sit back at night and you wonder, just how it was that I was able to beat you while you were on top of cloud nine...  Well, that's just it...  You were on cloud nine, and I was scrappin' and fightin' and kickin' and clawin' my way up to where you were.  You'd thought that your upward momentum would be enough for you to get to the top and stay there...  But in fact, you backed off, just as you made it to the top....  And that was another of your mistakes.  You forgot that old adage... No matter how awesome you get... There's always someone better than you...  You thought that you could sit back and rear back on your thumbs and just coast through a match with me...  but you forgot just who in the hell I am.  I AM... the Warrior Angel!  I AM... the Angel of Battle!  I AM RAYNIN!!..  And I AM your worst nightmare!!"

She lowers the title belt and starts to walk down the center of the room towards the altar at the back of the room.  As she moves, she keeps talking.

"So... I'm going to let you in on something Amy.  You too Mr. Watts.  I know that you're both thinking that this match is gonna be a cake walk, and that you're about to have a grand old time, softening me and my partner up for the pay per view...  But see, that's just what I'm here to talk about.  You see...  when I am in a tag team match...  regardless of if it's with my own partner, Gothika... or if it's someone else who's not an Angel of the Fallen...  I always approach the match in the same way.  Would you like to know what that is?  Oh, I know you do..."

She places the candle on a candelabra, then leans over out of the light of the candle and you hear the sound of a marker squeaking against a piece of paper.  When she stands back up, she lifts a piece of paper with only 2 things written on it...

2N

She lowers the paper back down, and she nods slowly.

"Yes, that's right... 2N...  2N is a code that my team and I used when on missions.  We always had a partner.  We never went solo out there, because doing that could mean your ass was snatched up, tortured, skinned alive, beheaded, or some other crazy ass thing that some terrorist could think up.  It was the macho bravado that had gotten so many of the other squads we knew into trouble.  My company... We had the best track record for successful missions, and we rarely saw injuries.  And while me may not have all come back in one piece...  My company had the highest success rate because we all came back.  2N did that.  I know you have no idea what that means, so I'll tell you.  Two in, Two out.  Two went in, two came out.  And you would stay in until you made sure that two came out.  Two people go in with a single purpose, and you don't come out until that single purpose was accomplished, and even if you had to drag them out on your back, two came out."

She took a deep breath and looked back at the camera, the look in her eyes one of grim determination.

"This Sunday, Gabriel and I are going to step into the ring against you two.  We all have something to prove.  But there's something you don’t' know about me that will truly make you tremble when you stand against Me...  2N...  2N has given me the ability to adjust to just about any partner I have.  And Gabriel... Gabriel has been one of the longest running World Heavyweight Champions in the Sin City Wrestling's History!  Do you have any idea what I'm going to be capable of with a partner like that?  You want to prove that what you did with Delia wasn't a fluke...  But what I have to prove...  It goes even deeper than that.  I have to prove that this Championship Title is once more where it belongs...  I have to renew the faith of the fans in this Championship... That it will be with someone who stands for integrity... respect... and honor...  which let's face it...  it hasn't been held that way since Gothika held it.  Well, maybe Roxi Johnson did an okay job with it...  And Misty, kinda straddled the line a bit...  But my friend said something true...  Only an Angel can hold the title in the way that it's truly meant to be held.  And now... Now it's back where it belongs.  And we're not about to let you take it back away from us."

She picks up the candle and walks over to a corner where she starts to light a series of candles which are around a small shrine... upon which rests a picture of Angel the teddy bear with rose petals and paper hearts and cupids stuck everywhere.  She sighs softly as she looks at the picture, then picks it up and kisses it softly, and sighs like she's lovestruck before she sets it back down reverently in the center of the shrine before she turns back around and speaks again.

"Amy...  Andrew...  I hope you're ready for Climax Control.  It's going to be so much fun for Gabriel and I.  And who knows... maybe I'll finally be able to spend some alone time with the guy of my dreams...  But once I'm in the ring, and I Reach For the Stars before I show you Raynin's Way...  and I pin you for the one, the two, and the three...  you'll finally come to understand what 2N means."

She lifts the candle to her lips and grins and giggles.

"Get Ready!!"

She blows the candle out and the scene cuts to black...  

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Climax Control Archives / O.o There's a Baby in there! (Raynin RP)
« on: April 03, 2015, 11:56:46 PM »
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Raynin Climax Control RP

 
Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Weekly Show, Climax Control    DATE: Sunday 04/05/2015

Place:  Athens, Greece

 Venue:  Glyfada Indoor Hall

Match:  IN THE MAIN EVENT…  WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH

Opponent:   VS.  AMY MARSHALL

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 Who'd have thought that this day would be coming so soon!!...  The Warrior Angel is finally getting another shot at the Bombshell World Championship Title!!   Amy Marshall was feeling... I don't know if you'd call it benevolent...  gracious...  froggish... whatever...  But an open challenge was given, and Raynin stepped up to the plate!  Which means... She's about to give Amy Marshall the fight of her career!!  These two Bombshells have stood toe to toe before, and it's always been a duel of the titans with them.  But with Raynin finally being brought to her senses...  kind of at least... who knows what kind of state of mind the our resident Angel of Battle will be in.  Trapped in the labyrinth of her mind for months while the entity known as The Other drives her like a meat puppet...  What could possibly be going through her mind right now?  And what is this thing about Angel, Despayre's teddy bear friend?  Where's all of this going?  I know I for one can't wait to see what will happen.  Can you?…  
 

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The scene comes in with a pitch black room silent room.  Suddenly, there's a hazy light in the room.  There's a single spotlight of pale light which is shining down upon a lone figure, sitting in the chair.  You can tell by the silhouette that the figure is feminine, but you can't see her face.  Her hair is hanging down to obscure her features.   From the outfit, you can tell that it's Raynin.  She's wearing a pair of black stretch 5 pocket jeans with rhinestones decorating the outline of the pockets, a matching black halter top decorated with rhinestones, a black leather belt with studs around her waist, and a silver skull belt buckle with ruby red eyes.  On her feet, there's a pair of black boots that look almost like dancer boots.  She's got her elbows on her knees, and she's slowly wrapping her fists with tape.  As she's wrapping her fists, she's lifting her feet up onto her toes to the point where they're almost en pointe, and lowering them down in time with the movement of the tape around her fists.  She uses her teeth to break the tape on one of her fists, then moves to the other, repeating the motion until she's got just the right amount of tape on her fists.  She sighs heavily but silently, then sits there, rubbing her fists in her palms to mold it into the perfect shape for her hands.
Once she's gotten the tape just right, she slowly stands and picks up the chair.  She then carries the chair out of the light into the darkness.  All that can be heard is the sound of her footsteps, tapping out a slow cadence and getting quieter as she moves into the darkness, then the sound of them approaching and getting louder as she returns to stand in the center of the spotlight.  A masculine voice starts to speak in a voice over, reciting the poem Invictus.  At the sound of the voice, she starts to move.  

She bends at the waist and places her fingertips on the floor, then lets her feet spread slowly, sliding down towards the floor, spreading her legs wide in the Chinese splits until her breasts dangle less than an inch above the floor, with her body supported only by her feet and her fingertips.  The muscles in her shoulders and back are visible, and standing out in cords in just that single movement.  She pushes her body up on her fingertips and arches her back, her legs still spread in the Chinese splits, and her hair still hanging to cover her face.  She slowly lifts her lower body up from off of the floor, raising her hips into the air until her upper body is vertical, and her feet are pointing out to each side of her body, parallel to the floor.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.


Between each verse, there's a pause in the speaking, during which she continues to move.  She brings her feet up to a point and begins to raise and lower her body in vertical pushups.  After about ten pushups, she lets her feet fall over towards her butt, and slowly lowers them  until they touch the ground, and she holds the arch.  Her body almost looks contorted and folded in half, the muscles of her stomach shown in stark ripples and contours as she holds this position.  She doesn't complete the movement, but instead, twists her body over until she's again bent forward at the waist and bends her knees down until she's kneeling on the ground, her arms wraps around herself and her head touching the floor for a moment before she raises it from the ground.  A single spot of her eyes shining out in the low light, looking almost feral is caught by the camera before she starts to move again..


In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloodied, but unbowed.

She slowly uncurls her body, bringing herself back to a standing position, then does a quick no handed cartwheel, followed by a one handed cartwheel handstand, spinning around in a circle quickly on the hand, her body ramrod straight in the air in a move that almost resembles a break dance move, before she drops her lower half quickly into another spit from the single hand.  The strength and precision used in the movement seeming graceful.  Just as she takes a breath, a figure in black comes darting out of the blackness surrounding the one spotlight of bright and starts to attack her.  She throws her body back in a backroll, flicking her legs up in a series of quick upward thrust kicks as she does, almost running up the body of her attacker, and ending it with a kick to the attacker's chin which sends him back into the darkness.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the Shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me, unafraid.


Another two attackers come out of the darkness, one with a pair of tonfa, striking at her with the fighting sticks, throwing kicks and punches at her in quick succession as she evades the attacks.  You almost think that the situation is one of chaos...  Bodies are flying left and right, and she's ducking and spinning, kicking and punching every way she can to try to avoid real damage.  A small trickle of blood has started to flow from the corner of her mouth, from a few of the blows that  land on her, but she's unphased as she counters with attacks of her own.  A side shuffle kick to the chin of one of the attackers sends him sprawling back into the darkness, only for another to take his place.   A flurry of rabbit punches, followed by a European uppercut sends one of the attackers stumbling backwards, but it's when she does a headstand and locks her legs around his neck and sends him flying back into the darkness with a hurricanrana, then does a backspin and a flare of her feet to return to a standing position that you see the level of control that's she's using .  Each move is sharp and you can tell from the sound of the strikes the level of power behind each punch and kick.

She beckons the final attacker to come at her, and she smirks confidently.  It's the one with the tonfa, and she lifts her fists up into a defensive stance, and swipes at the trickle of blood coming down from her lip with a thumb.  The attacker wastes little time and brandishes his prowess with the sticks before he too takes a fighting stance.  They stand this way until the attacker moves into action.  As the attacker comes at her, she doesn't move.  She just waits until he's about to land what looks to amount to a devastating blow with the tonfa, and she delivers a shakana straight kick to his solar plexus, sending him literally flying backwards and into the darkness, just as the final lines of the poem echo through the room.


It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.



She finally speaks, and when she does, the voice is low and raspy.  Her hair is still hanging down to cover her face, but you can see a bit of her mouth, which is upturned in a most devilish of smiles as the camera pulls in close.

"That's right Amy...  You thought you were gonna have it easy...  But instead, you're going to face the one person who is about to become your worst nightmare.  I'm going to be the person who takes the World Bombshell Championship title from you and break your heart...   As well as your body... and maybe even your mind.   You see...  It's time that I returned to what I once was...  One of the biggest, baddest, most dominant females in this company!  It's time I took my place once again as the leader of the Bombshells and stand as their Champion.   And while I thank you greatly for being the instrument to my return to my rightful place...   Unfortunately...  you're standing in my way for that return.  I give you props for handling the light work for me, and taking out Delia.  But if you think that you're going to do is take me out, then  go to the next pay per view, still the Champion... Think again.  Because at Climax Control... I will show you Raynin's Way, then have the crowd yelling, 'Whiskey Tango Foxtrot', then pin you for the one, the two, and the three.  And once my hand is held high in triumph, you will be the first to experience the Battle Angel's War Cry."
She backs away with her arms spread wide till she's standing right under the spotlight.

"So Amy... Thank you for signing the death warrant on your title reign by giving me this shot.  You've been ever so gracious."

She starts to laugh wickedly and slowly throws her head back.   And just like that, the light goes out, and again, we're in silent blackness...

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Climax Control Archives / It's so not fair! (Raying rp)
« on: February 20, 2015, 11:59:59 PM »
 
**OOC NOTE***




Alright, so I’m saying this before I post it…  This rp is all done in character, and to build up the storyline that I’m trying to work on.  Please, everyone know, it’s not a complaint, or any underhanded statement against anyone OOC.   Just thought I’d say that before you read the rp.  Anyways… enjoy!!  Oh, and there’s cuppycakes by the door.  ^.^  



Ciao!

Ro



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Raynin Climax Control RP 1





Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Weekly Show, Climax Control    

DATE: Sunday, 02/22/2015



Place: Stockholm, Sweden



Venue: Stockholm Sweden’s Hovet





Match: SCW BOMBSHELL SINGLES MATCH





Opponent: Veronica Taylor







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THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!  The Angels of the Fallen were hoodwinked!!  They were sideswiped!!  They were given an unfair challenge to their titles, and cheated of them!  And you know what happens when you steal gold from an Angel… You suffer Heavenly Wrath!!  The Angels are on a warpath, and they’ve got their sights on the women who did the unthinkable, and took their Championships away…  And The Warrior Angel, Raynin gets to have the first crack at revenge against Veronica Taylor.  But let’s look back on what lead up to these events.  I for one would love to know what was going through everyone’s minds as things progress up to the next Climax Control in Stockholm.  Let’s take a look back and see what unfolded…  





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Time:  February 15, 2015…  11:00 PM…  

 

Place: Oslo, Norway… Location:  Furuset Forum…  Climax Control...



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The following are scenes from the February 15, 2015 airing of the Sin City Wresting’s weekly show, Climax Control.  They were not shown due to time constraints.    Parental discretion is advised.



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So far, everyone has been enjoying the show.  There were lots of t-shirts and posters sold by the merchandise vendors, along with all manner of foodstuffs sold by the concessioners.  All in all, it was the beginnings of an awesome night for Sin City Wrestling, and the Furuset Forum’s owners.  The crowd was on it’s feet with the excitement of the matches and seeing all of their favorite SuperStars and BombShells in all of their glittering, well oiled, and glistening splendor.  And the rest of the night promised to be just as exciting.



Backstage, the staff members, some of the Superstars and Bombshells were all clustered around one particular doorway  They had looks of concern on their face, as well as curiosity as they strained to hear the conversation taking place behind the door.  When they suddenly hear a howl of outrage, and a loud boom as if something heavy was flung against the wall.  The cameraman that was approaching the door ducked as it sounded as if whatever was thrown against the wall was going to bust through it and take everyone clustered around the door with it.  He shook his head and straightened up as he turned towards the door, clearly not wanting to go inside, but since he was ordered to, he knuckled up the courage and cleared his throat.  Everyone turned to look at him, and hung their head as if he was taking a walk down death row towards the electric chair.  A few of the stagehands patted his shoulder and sighed heavily as if he already had the hangman’s noose around his neck.  He lifted the camera, and we saw the pink glitter encrusted, bejeweled, and feathered stars that decorated the door of Christian Underwood.  



The cameraman lifted his hand to knock on the door, when there was another loud roaring, and a “BOOOOOOMMMM!!” as something else hit the wall, and he cringed at the prospect of having to rap his knuckles on the steel of the door.  As there was a lull in whatever was taking place behind the door, he shook his head and straightened his shoulders, and lifted his hand, knocking quickly and stepping back, just in case something was flung through the portal.  Inside, he heard Christian speak a single word, which he knew sealed his fate…



“ENTER!”



The cameraman straightened his clothes, then took a deep breath, and crossed himself before he reached out and grabbed the handle of the door, pausing before he turned it to hear the click as the latch moved, and he stepped through to what looked to him as the remnants of a war zone…



The cameraman looked straight away at Christian, who was sitting in his chair behind a desk…   But that was the only normal looking thing around the room.  As the cameraman looked around at the carnage that filled the room, all he could do was gasp at the wreckage that used to be Christian’s office, and the woman standing there in the grey with silver pinstripes dress suit with a dark grey satin shell under the jacket, who looked at him with her hair hanging around her shoulders, looking like a wild woman on a rampage, and a look of outrage clearly decorating her face as she glared down at the man behind the desk.  Beyond the desk, everything else was trashed.  There were chairs that had the legs piercing the dry wall and sticking straight out as if someone was going to go and try to sit down on them.  The couch was overturned, and there were file cabinets laying in heaps of broken, twisted metal around the room.  A laptop had been ripped in half, and one half was laying against one wall, while the other was laying on to of a pillow from the couch on the other side of the room.  There were papers floating through the air like snowflakes on a snowy day.  And the only thing left untouched on the desk was a half eaten muffin and a plate of fruit, sitting next to a bottle of water.  The cameraman whispered softly, and the microphone on the camera picked up his shocked response to what he was seeing.



“Dear Mary, Holy Mother of GOD!  What the hell happened in here?”



The cameraman yelped in surprise and fear as the woman slowly turned her ice filled eyes towards the camera, and the visage of one utterly pissed off First Lady of the Darkk settled up on him.  Darknyss smirked evilly and she approached the cameraman menacingly, making him back up as she came towards him, step by step, her words dripping venom as she spoke.



“What’s happened here?  What’s happened here??!!  I’ll tell you what’s happened here!!  What’s happened here is a travesty and a miscarriage of justice!  And it’s so apparent, that my friends and I aren’t the only  people who have complained about it, and yet, the so called, quote, unquote, “Powers That Be” won't do a thing about it because they had a hand in it!!”



Christian cleared his throat and stood slowly, holding out a hand.



“Now hold up there Darknyss.  You know that’s totally unfair and a untrue.  We wouldn’t have…”



Darknyss rounded back to Christian again and her hands were clenched at her side so hard, it looked like her muscles would rip through her jacket like the Incredible Hulk due to the tension running through her body.



“BULL SHIT!!!  Everyone knows what happened!  My girls got screwed out of the titles, just like I got screwed out of the chance to advance in the Blast from the Past tournament by your idiotic staff not checking to see just how insane the people you hire truly are!!  I can't BELIEVE you guys actually paired me with that... PSYCHOPATH!!"



Christian shrugged as a lull in the conversation gave him a chance to speak.



"Well, we thought you were used to working with crazy people cause of Raynin and Gothika and all.  Besides... It worked out for the better due to you finding out about your delicate condition and all, so...."



Darknyss brings her fist down on the desk with a sound so loud, it sounds like cannon fire.  The cameraman jumps at the sound and looks around, then jumps with a couple of squeals as he looks left and sees Raynin standing beside him, and he lifts her hand, wiggling her fingers at him with a grin.  He then looks right, and sees Gothika standing on the other side of him.  Gothika points at her eyes, then to the camera, then back to Darknyss and the cameraman turns back to where Darknyss has leaned forward over Christian who has sat back down, trying his best to look bored.  She is growling her words now as she's barely keeping herself under control.



"Don't you DARE try to twist this around as some hormone infused tirade, or some other sexist shit like that!  This isn't the first time this has happened to us!!  If it had been, then maybe... just maybe I wouldn't be so fuckin' pissed off!  But this is basically status quo, so part of me isn't even surprised that this has happened, but I'm not keeping quiet about this any longer!!"



She leans closer so that she is face to face with Christian, and the words she speaks are so quiet at first you can barely hear them.



"I know EXACTLY who had a hand in all of this, and you know it’s true!!  You’ve tried to placate me before when he pulled this blatant line of crap against us, and we let you, but now, it’s not just us!!  We’re about to step our game up, run roughshod over the  and become even more dominant than we already are, and then... just like before... BANG!!  The long arm of a certain person claps down and we get railroaded!  Just like I know that Veronica Taylor started all of this shit!!  She got him to give her and Amanda Cortez a free pass the way she's always gotten everything around here... either on her knees or on her back!!  And then, for her to CHEAT LIKE THAT!!  And the blatant way it's been allowed...  WE ARE NOT putting up with this any longer!!  You better do what you have to do to fix this Christian, and fix it now!!"



Christian crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair.



"I don't know what it is exactly that you expect for ME to do."



Darknyss stands back up and she glares down at the man who controlled half of the company that she worked for and her eyes carried so much controlled chaos that he could barely stand to look above her nose.



"I expect you to strip the Mean Girls of the Bombshell Tag Team Titles."



Christian's jaw dropped and he gaped at Darknyss in shock.



"You want me to what?!!"



Darknyss inhales deeply and exhales slowly as she tries to keep her barely controlled emotions in check.



"I expect you to strip the Mean Girls of the Bombshell Tag Team Titles!  They were NOT supposed to have a title shot, they were NOT the Number one contenders for the titles, they weren't even in the RUNNING!!  And they CHEATED!!!  BLATANTLY CHEATED!  I was ejected from ringside, but they are allowed to have people come in and interrupt the match?  Come on Christian!!  YOU KNOW all of this was a setup!!"



Christian takes a deep breath and steeples his fingers under his chin and lifts an eyebrow at the enraged Amazon.



"Now Darknyss, you know as well as I do that if the referee doesn't see it, then it doesn't count.  Besides...  You know I didn't make the match, so when you came to me before the show last week, I told you the same thing that I'm telling you now.  There's nothing that I can do about it.  Now, I might be able to see about a rematch at the next Pay Per View, but that's about all that I can do right now."



Darknyss shakes her head.



"No Christian... That's not good enough anymore.  When Drew was supposedly NOT SEEING the attack on Gothika, he was LOOKING AT IT GO DOWN ON THE BIG SCREEN!!  Tessa was standing right in front of it, and everyone could see him watching it as he supposedly tried to throw her out!  The guy was so clearly paid off, it's ridiculous!!  You have GOT to strip these lying, cheating, conniving, manipulating, good for nothing pieces of trash of the titles!"



Christian shakes his head and holds out his hands.



"And what?!  Give them back to your girls?  Is that what you're demanding?"



Darknyss leans forward and shakes her head.



"No! That's not what I'm demanding!  I'm actually saying that I'd rather have my girls face the rightful Number One Contenders, The Metal and Punk Connection...  in their rightful rematch, and the winner gets the titles!  I'm not so petty as to say we should get them back like that.  Though technically, we should.  But we're not the only ones who have been wronged in these actions!  But if you don't, then..."



Christian's face reddened and he jumped up, bringing his own fists down on the table hard, but not quite as hard as Darknyss had.



"THEN WHAT?!!  What are you going to do that you haven't already tried to do?  Are you threatening me now Darknyss?  Hmmm?  Go ahead!!  Threaten all you want!!  There is nothing you can do that will overturn the referee's decision!!  NOTHING you threaten can make me strip the Mean Girls of the titles!!"



Darknyss looked Christian up and down slowly and lifts and eyebrow and stands up crossing her arms over her chest again.



"Nothing, 'ey?"



Christian nods firmly and stands his ground, crossing his arms across his chest too.



"Nothing!  Absolutely nothing!!"



Darknyss smirked evilly and starts to back towards the door of the office.



"Well... We'll just see about that.  Remember... When all of this is over and done with... You had your chance to make things right, and  you chose not to.  Come on girls, let's go.  Let's show them what WE CAN DO!"



The Angels of the Fallen walk out of the office, leaving Christian there to wonder just what was about to happen...





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The crowd is already on their feet in anticipation from al of the action that’s been going on for the entire night!  It’s been an amazing show so far, and they know that there’s only more awesomeness to come!



Suddenly, the lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of Dethklok's 'Black Fire Upon Us.  On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues.  The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the four flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen.  They strike the same spot with a bright flash and four shadowy figures step out of the brightness.  



Tonight We Ride On Clouds Of Fire

We're Damned By Gods Our DETHS Conspired

We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds

The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul



Fly With Us Tonight

Fly With Us Tonight




The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking confident.  Diamond, Gothika, Darknyss and Raynin stand on stage and raise their fists in the air, and carrying signs.  They're not looking around with their usual confidence, but are actually stepping out onto the stage before the lights come up completely, howling out their rage to the heavens.  Diamond is dressed in a white crop top sweater with a pale blue faux fur collar.  She's got a light blue sweater duster over it that's fastened beneath his and a pair of dark blue hip hugger jeans so tight they look like a second skin, and a pair of black strappy sandals with a crystal heel.  Her hair has been braided into a long french braid that bounces on her back as she goes out, pointing to the crowd, holding her sign high.  Raynin is in a rhinestone studded black bra with a sheer dress shirt and a pair of black leather pants.  Her hair is hanging around her shouldsers in loose waves, and on her feet, she's got on a  pair of  black ankle boots and she slips on her sunglasses as she moves from one side of the stage to the other.  Gothika wearing a pair of black stretch jeans, and an ankle length black duster that is buttoned only down to her midriff, exposing her six pack, and her knee high lug bottom boots.  Her hair is wild and free as they walk down she stands there, looking around with her icy blue eyed stare.  Darknyss is wearing a grey colored pinstriped suit her hair going wild as she is growling at the crowd as she pushes a shopping card out onto the stage, filled with protest signs. They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their signs in the air.



The Sky

Will Break

Black Fire

Will Wake



Fly On Through The Night

We Built An Allience

Our Numbers Are Strong



We Gather

But We Don't Prey To Gods

What Fools What Lunitics

They Must Think Of Us




Diamond, Gothika, Raynin and Darknyss come back to the center of the stage and pose once more before they start to march down the ramp to the ring, passing protest signs out to crowd as they go.  







But Now We Must Fly

Beasts In The Night

Tragic In The Sky

Battlefield In Sight



Storm Gathers Strong

Cold Blackend Flame

Tell Us Our Future

Stories Of The Slain




Darknyss stops at the center of the ramp as Diamond, Raynin and Gothika each walk around till they each are standing in front of one of the sides of the ring.  Diamond slides her sign into the ring, wiggles her hips a moment, then she lifts her leg high into the air and spins around in a circle before she places it on the ring apron and slithers under the bottom rope.  Gothika throws her sign inot the ring slides under the bottom rope as Darknyss climbs up onto the edge of the apron and steps through the second rope and Raynin climbs the far stairs and grabs the top rope and flips over the rope.  They hold their signs high with each of them saying things like, 'Down with the Mean Girls' and 'Strip the titles'.  



Dangerous Creatures

Those That Oppose Us

Raped All Their Power

Bartered With Warlocks

Cheated The Demons

For Ancient Spells

The Blackened Fire

Waits To Consume Us


When everyone starts to calm down, it's Raynin who takes the mic for the first time in a long time.

"So, I've kept my mouth shut about all of the underhanded things that have taken place where we Angels are concerned... But now, it's time for us to stop sitting back and just letting the injustices take place around here!  The Mean Girls have stepped on one person too many.  And we aren't taking it anymore!!  So from here on out... until the Mean Girls have been stripped of the titles, or lose... We're calling on all of the members of 'The Flock' to raise their voices in protest!!  Let the Powers that Be know that we're not going to stand up for their petty bullshit any longer!!  We're gonna hit them where it will hurt the most!!!  In their Egos!!!!  When one of the Mean Girls are out there, let them hear just how much you don't like them, but walking out of the arena!!  If they look around and realize no one wants to see them, maybe it will wake them up!!"

The crowd starts to chant and wave their signs...

"STRIP THEM OF THE TITLES!!  STRIP THEM OF THE TITLES!! STRIP THEM OF THE TITLES!!"

When the crowd calms down, Raynin brings the mic to her lips once more.

"You know, I've always been told that being different was something to be proud of... not ashamed.  My family used to tell me this...  "Be the Anomaly.  Be  the aberration and the glitch in the program.  Be the inconvenience and the divergent.  Be the string of junk code in the software.  be the stubborn apple that falls nowhere near the tree, or the fucking forest.  Be the fool.  Be the bonehead.  Be the idiot in the room that laughs at stupid shit.  Stand out in the crowd and dare anyone to say a word to you.  Let those that conform look down on you.  Let them shake their groupthink heads at you.  Let them be ashamed of you, and embarrassed of you.  Let them be pissed off at you.  They will call you names and you must let them.  Let them jeer.  Let them point and laugh and leer at you.  Be resistant to their mockery.  Be the fodder for their jokes.  Be a magnificent failure in their eyes.  A tiger does not lose sleep over the opinion of sheep.  They devour them.  Go ahead.  Be the scar tissue on their world view.  Be the pimple on the face of heir normality.  They’ll loath you.  They’ll fear you.  And in the end… They’ll wish they were you."  And sure enough, that's exactly what ended up happening.  The Mean Girls wanted to be one of us so much that they did everything they could to try to replace us... Well, wake up Bitches!!  That won't happen!! We're coming for you, and we're coming hard!! Get Ready!!"



She tosses the microphone over her shoulder and their music hits and the group of women all come together and tap fists in a circle and blow it up as the scene fades out...



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Climax Control Archives / Blog This... Gothika Rp
« on: February 07, 2015, 12:00:15 AM »
 
 
Gothika RP
Climax Control, 2/08/2015

Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Weekly Show, Climax Control
DATE: Sunday, 2/08/2015
Place: Cardiff, Wales
 Venue: Sport Wales National Centre  
Match: SCW WORLD BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Opponent: W/ Raynin vs. THE MEAN GIRLS'  AMANDA CORTEZ and VERONICA TAYLOR

 
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The Angels of the Fallen have succeeded in doing what they put their minds to, and grabbed a hold of the Sin City Wrestling's Bomshell Tag Team Championship Titles!!  They went through three of the top Bombshell Tag Teams in the company, and as soon as they stood atop the mountain that is the Bombshell Tag Team Division, their reign is already being challenged by The Mean Girls!  When they won the Number One Contender's Spot for the Championships, no one knows, but needless to say, The Angels of the Fallen are no pussies, and they're no cowards.  They will stand fast and take on any and all who try to oppose them!!  For now, the Vampyric Angel has sat back, letting everyone else in the group take center stage... But she's got a lot on her mind.  I wonder how she feels about the women who are trying to depose her and her tag team partner, Raynin?  Whatever the case, Gothika is sure to voice a lot of her concerns before the match begins on Sunday night at Climax Control.…  Let’s Find out what she has to say, shall we?...
 
 
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 …  MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN!! ...  
 
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**********  WARNING!!  **********
 
The following are scenes from the daily lives of one half of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Gothika.  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.  \'tongue.gif\'  Parental discretion is advised.
 
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*** An Except from the Online Blog of Gothika  ***
 
february 5, 2015
 
Starlight…  
Starbright…
Stars align for me just right…

When we come upon Climax Control night,
The Mean Girls will experience quite a fright…
Veronia and Amanda shall experience the Fallen's might…
And they'll beg for mercy when they FEEL MY BITE!!

Bonjour Tout le monde,

What can I say my friends and fellow members of the Flock...  But we did it!!  Raynin and I did it!!  Oh, I have to say... it feels so damned GOOD to have a title around my waist once more.   Not just any title, but the titles that were originally brought about because of my friend and I...  These titles... These titles were brought into this company because we were one of the founding Bombshell Tag Teams... We were who everyone wanted to be!! We were the most dominant force, and the Powers That Be decided that there needed to be some way to have us prove it once and for all that we were just that!  And so... These titles were formed.  And since then, everyone has worked hard to try to tell us that we didn't deserve them.  They wanted to make us feel as if we didn't earn our chances to be right where we are at this moment!!  

So, every obstacle had been put in front of us to try and curtail our progress, and our rise up the ranks.  Everyone thought that we wouldn’t be able to do it.  They thought that we would be just another face in the crowd, and that we wouldn’t be able to come away from Inception holding onto the very items which we have coveted for so long now... The Sin City Wrestling, Bombshell Tag Team Championships.  They thought that since I had let go of the Bombshell Title that I would just sink back into obscurity and not go after what I have been craving for so long...  But what they have forgotten is...  with or without a title... I am one of the Champions that this company needs... The others are all in my group.  

You see...  When we say that being a Champion isn't just about holding a title... we mean it.  Being a Champion isn't about being the cleverest, or being able to trick your way to a title...  Because we've never done that... It's about having the ability and the skill to come out on top... respectfully.  It's about having the courage to push yourself, even when you're at your lowest.  It's about being able to step up to the plate and lead a company, not just cause you hold onto a title, but because it's the right thing to do.  Yes, we use violence to affect changes...  But it's not the violence of cruelty.  It's the violence needed for change!

Some see that is idiotic drivel… Others see it as little more than just another way of thinking… But we… we’ve turned it into our mantra… It’s our… raison d’etre…  We don’t just see ourselves as Champions because we hold onto the titles.  We carry ourselves as Champions.  When we are the champions and when we’re not holding the title belts, we still train ourselves as if we were striving to get them.  We push our minds, our bodies, our souls to the brink and past it, because that’s what it means to be a Champion.  To stand at the pinnacle and to look down upon everyone else who is striving just as hard as you, and to provide that…role model status.  

You see, we don’t put others down…  We have training sessions with other wrestlers.  Raynin has donated time at her personal training facility to wounded warriors.  Darknyss feeds the homeless, and runs clothing drives.  I donate to half way houses…  We lift as we climb.  I volunteer my time to the underprivileged children at the orphanages in my home town, and I’m a Big Sister in the Big Brothers and Big Sisters program at my home town.  We’ve opened dojos and give free self defense lessons to women in the community centers back home… We give back to others in need!!... WE LEAD BY EXAMPLE!!

But to you… Veronica Taylor… we’re a joke.  To you, Amanda Cortez… We’re meaningless and worthless…  When in your heart of hearts… you secretly want that which we have worked so hard to obtain… not just in name but by action… And that is to be called Champion.  Amanda… you protest that you don’t want to wear a title belt, and yet… yet instead of backing away from the challenge to prove that you don’t want it, you will step into the ring against my partner and I.  Why?  Because your word has no honor!  You give falsehoods under pretenses which we all hold no merit!  And so…  we see the example which you will set once more…

We know what  you say about us behind our backs… to our faces..  You say we’re freaks…  You say we’re strange… You say that we’re fat and ugly, and disgusting, and yet…  We all know that you’re just voicing your own fears and how you see yourselves…  We have no qualms about who and what we are…  We have accepted ourselves… Can you say the same?  Your words wreak of self remorse and self hate… and so you want to hold the titles to try to give yourself self worth…  to try to prove to your  self loathing selves that you’re worth something… that you should be treated with some modicum of respect, even though you have no respect within you… not even for yourselves…  But we’re the ones who are at fault in your eyes.

But you know what we are... We are weirdoes.  We're freaks, and we accept who we are with a grin and a smile.  Why do I say that?  It's because we have known that we are for a long time, and we accepted our strangeness and we have reveled in it.  We're not like the Mean Girls, who can’t look in a mirror and pick themselves apart with a fine tooth comb and a magnifying glass.  I drink the red…  I indulge in the life force of others, and I bathe in the suffering of my opponents, and drink it in like the finest vintage of wine.  It’s a trait that most call disgusting, but to me… it’s simply a part of me.  My friend and partner is not quite sane in the head, and she has the most violent of mood swings…  And yet, she’s my friend.  I’ve accepted her, crazy an all.  True, we may have a violent streak, but that's just who we are.  It's a part of us.  We're obsessive.  We're extreme.  We're fanatical.  Some say it's just a little bit, but we know it's more than that.  It's way more than just a little.  But to do what we do... you have to be more than just normal.  You have to be more than just a little bit crazy and obsessive to put your minds, bodies and souls through the kinds of punishment that we do.  I mean think about it.  Every day, we push our bodies to the extreme.  We drag ourselves through the muck and mire, we make ourselves bloody and sore, and for what purpose?... To be able to do a little bit more.  To be able to go a little bit further.  To be able to climb just a little bit higher, and to soar just a little bit farther than we did a a moment... even a second ago.  We do it to be more than what we were.

And why do we do it?  Why do we see a big tire and go out to try and flip it?  To become better tire flippers?  Hell no!!  Why do we go and see a heavy weight and try to lift it?  To become better weight lifters?  Well, yes, kind of, but it's more than just that.  Why do we go out and see someone perform a move, or we dream up a move, and we just have to try and perfect it?  So we can be more than what we once were... So we can be better... stronger... and faster than we once were.  So we can be more than just... human.  My friends and I... we torture our bodies so that we can become Champions!! And that's just what we have done!! We have pressed ourselves into becoming that ideal which we have striven to become!!

We have succeed in becoming physically what we have always been in our hearts…  And win, lose, or draw at Climax Control, we will still continue to be what you could never be in your heart of hearts…  We will continue to lead this company, with our without the belts… We will continue to inspire our fans, and increase the Flock while all you females can do is flaunt your bodies to try to sway the crowd your way.  But this I will promise you… At Climax Control, you will stand against a group of hungry beasts waiting to stop you from what you are trying to take from us!

WE ARE A FORCE OF NATURE!!  WE WON’T STOP!!  WE CAN’T STOP!!  WE WILL KEEP ON FIGHTING AND CLAWING AND KICKING OUR WAY UNTIL WE HAVE GONE THROUGH ANY AND EVERYONE WHO STANDS AGAINST US, AND WE WILL DECIMATE YOU!!!  

You see…  Mean Girls…  Being mean doesn’t make you a champion… It just makes you pathetic.  And once Climax Control comes… I will enjoy crushing you under my boot heel…  You will FEED MY NEED!!
 
Au Revoir Tout le monde!!
 
 
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Climax Control Archives / Across a Crowded Hallway... (Raynin rp)
« on: February 06, 2015, 11:34:29 PM »
 


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Time:  Sunday, February 1, 2015, 11:30 PM...  
 
Place:  the Odyssey Arena in Belfast, Northern Ireland…   Location:  Backstage...  Inside The Fallen's Lockerroom…  
 
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The night had been one of fun and laughter, joy and pleasure, pain and sorrow, loss and regret. And for one particular Angel of the Fallen, it was one of defeat and anger.  

There was one thing that Darknyss always prided herself on, and that was respectfulness.  She was always respectful, and commanded respect in return, from anyone and everyone she met.  And if she didn't get said respect, she went on a warpath and left beaten and broken bodies in her wake.

Tonight... Darknyss had been disrespected in  a gross manner, but she was still too stunned to be on a warpath...  and everyone else around her was already on one...  Everyone except for one person.  Tonight, she was calm, cool, and collected on the outside, while inside, chaos reigned.  As she sat back and watched Gothika, Diamond, Dark Tiger, and Jeremiah go apeshit about the way that Darknyss was treated in the ring by Patient #078, SHE had a monster headache brewing because of a certain little someone howling away inside of her head, banging on the walls of  the maze as she tried to break free of the cage of misery to which she'd been imprisoned.  

At first, it had been fun to watch everyone be so agitated...  Everyone except for Darknyss, who just sat on the couch and stared off into space, chewing on her knuckle.   She just sat there and watched as Dark Tiger raged, only  the fact that about fifteen members of  security had been stationed outside of the door after he'd gone through about twenty guards trying to get down to ringside to jump on Joey Harris after he'd raised his hand to Darknyss as if to hit her.   Say what you want about Dark Tiger, but his love for his woman was absolute, and he would run roughshod over anyone and everyone that he thought may have hurt his Lotus Blossom.   And he wasn't the only one.  Diamond had to drag Jeremiah back into the room, telling him that Lady would handle her business, and take care of things.

After the match, Darknyss had returned to the locker room, not even noticing the security because she was so upset.  Her face was so red with anger at what had happened in the ring.  She was humiliated, she was disrespected...  And she was pissed.  As she got closer to the locker room, she could hear Dark Tiger's roaring about what had happened, even though she was still down the hall.

"HOW DARE HE RAISE HIS HAND TO HER!!  I WILL RIP HIM TO PIECES!!  I WILL SHOVE MY FOOT SO FAR DOWN UP HIS ASS, HIS GREAT GREAT GRANDCHILDREN WILL BE BURPING SHOE LEATHER THEIR ENTIRE LVES!!"

Darknyss had sighed heavily, then stepped through the door and into the room.  Immediately, she'd gotten swarmed by her friends, all of them firing off questions and comments of concern for her safety, all save for one who sat in an easy chair, her eye twitching almost spasmodically to some irritant that only she knew about.  Darknyss couldn't take the constant yammering, and she'd howled out...

"WOULD ALL OF YOU PLEASE JUST BACK OFF??!!!  PLEASE!!!  I MEAN DAMN!!!  REALLY??!!"

Darknyss's roaring was even louder than Dark Tiger's had been, and she'd winced, as the yelling, coupled with what was going on in her head, made her twitching eye jump even worse.  She rubbed her temple with one hand as the other drummed on the arm of the chair, her head starting to throb from all of the loud noises.  She watched as Darknyss sank into the couch and sat there, grinding her teeth in barely suppressed anger.

"So...  as I'm sure you're all aware by now, I'm not advancing in the tournament.  I just never thought that I would be paired with such a..."

Gothika interrupts her musing with a low growl.

"A brute!!  A low down, good for nothing waste of space!!  I swear...  I SWEAR!!  Let him darken along my path and I will rip his throat out, but I won't drink from him!!  I would never sully my body with such low filth as him!!"

Dark Tiger speaks at the same time.

"A worthless piece of trash!!  I will make him dread the day that he DARED to lift his hand to my sweet Lotus Blossom!!  Had he not acted like such a brute, and an overconfident bastard, then we both may have been advancing and not just me!!"

Diamond and Jeremiah were about to say something, but with the venom dripping off of the words of the other two, they just stood there, nodding and co-signing on what was being said.  Darknyss shook her head and took a deep breath, blowing a stray wisp of hair from her brow.

"Well now... truthfully, I think that I owe Erik a small debt of gratitude.  If he hadn't stepped in when he had, then I would have had to take out my own partner.  Although, even if the guy had hit me, it wouldn't have mattered.  I'd have tried to gut him where he stood.  NO ONE tries to  humiliate me and gets away with it.  I kinda figured that with the name, Patient #078, he was fresh out...  But I didn't realize he was still freakin' nuts!  And not even the good kinda nuts... You know... The kind that you wouldn't have to worry would stalk you and tie you up and throw you in the basement.  No, instead I get someone who's not just certifiable, but HAS BEEN CERTIFIED!!  I swear...  Maybe I should get Erik  something he could use... something like a nice watch...  A box of chocolates...  Definitely some new suits... Some of his wardrobe leaves... so much to be desired.  I swear, I should introduce him to a good tailor..."

She finally couldn't take anymore of the idiotic drivel about how nice someone has been, who had tried to make their lives miserable less than a year ago, and she  brings her fist down on the arm of the chair sharply.

"Alright!!  That'sssss enough!!"

Everyone turned and looked at her as she'd been so quiet over the past few weeks.  She tried her best to keep the tone that they all remembered, but she couldn’t keep the irritated note from coming through.

"What in the blue blazes do you mean, you have to do something nice for Erik Staggs?!!  Do you not remember what he did to us when he first came to this company?  Don't you remember how he tried to break us?...  Have you forgotten all of the pain and anguish he put all of us through?  Or maybe you've forgotten how he tried to humiliate us, just as that bull headed, pompous ass did to you tonight!!  And you want to THANK HIM??!!! THANK ERIK STAGGS!!  GET REAL!!"

She pushed herself to her feet quickly and started to walk back and forth in front of her friends, holding her head and running her fingers through her hair, gesticulating wildly as if she was trying to say something, but she's not saying a word because in her head, the sound of roaring has  risen to a fever pitch, and for a moment, she couldn't speak audibly.  For a minute, all she could hear was the bitch in her head screaming at her...

"LET ME OUT!!  THIS IS MY BODY!!  I WILL NOT LET YOU  USE ME LIKE THIS ANY LONGER!!  DO YOU HEAR ME!!  I WILL GET OUT!!  I WILL GET OUT AND YOU WILL PAY!!"

And then the roaring would start again in earnest.  Her head was splitting, and all she wanted to do was just have ten minutes alone so she could go back in there and straighten the little pipsqueak out.  Maybe sending her running through the maze again would be enough to quiet her down for a while.   So she started the music going in her head again to try to drown out the roaring...
 

'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….
 
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…

 
 

Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
 
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assess the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!
 
 
But all that did was make the yelling and roaring in her head even worse, so she tried to ignore it.  That's when she realized that everyone was looking at her.  She cleared her throat and started to speak to those standing around her, even as the chaos in her head continued.

"Look....  The truth of the matter is, had you all not ticked Lady off before her match, and had her doubting herself, she may have fared better than she did.  All it takes is one little spark of doubt in your mind, and your game is off.  You know that.  All of you.  So what in the fuck did you think would happen if you all jumped on her back about not wanting her to go out there?"

Everyone looked at her thoughtfully as she kept pacing.  She was mumbling to herself as she kept going back and forth, but she was doing it softly, so they couldn't hear her.  When she was mumbling, her eyes kind of glazed, and they didn't want to interrupt her, because when she got like this, one never knew what might happen.  

"Ssssshut up!!  Jusssssst ssssshut up you little bitch!!  I'm in control!!  I won't let go either!!   Don't you get it?  I wasssss cooped up insssside of you for sssssssooooo long!!  I finally have a ssssay in what isssss going on and I will not let go!!"

Inside of her head, she heard the roaring and the howling of the girl.  She was getting louder and louder.   She actually could feel the clawing on the walls of the maze as if she were raking red hot coals through her skull.

"DON'T YOU GET IT, YOU STUPID BITCH??!!  I WON'T STOP!!!  THIS IS MY BODY!!  I WILL KEEP FIGHTING UNTIL I TAKE IT BACK!!  I CAN FEEL YOU!!  I UNDERSTAND NOW!!  AND I WON'T GIVE UP!!  I WILL TAKE CONTROL AGAIN!!"



She rubbed her temples again and was able to block out the chaos once more, then she turned back to those in front of her.  No one had answered her question, so she kept talking.

"Think about it.  What does Darknyss do for us before a match?  She encourages us.  She gives us pep talks.  She trains us, and she trains us hard.  She doesn't speak ill of us or our skills, and she makes sure that before we walk out of that very door, that our mindset is on winning.  And what did you all do?  She was trying to get into that mindset, and you all started to harp on her.  You were talking about how much stronger the men and women of this company were than the previous places you all have been in.  Something she knows very well since she has competed in this company before.  You talked about how long it had been since she'd been in the ring.  Something she did for US by the way Gothika!!  You basically told her that you had no confidence in her skills...  And yet, she's the one who's training us.  She's teaching us what she knows...  And I for one know that she hasn't taught us everything she knows, cause she's relying on us to become our own person, and not a clone of her.  She's trained each and every one of you!   And this is the thanks that you give to her?  You demean her abilities?   Come on people!!  You sent her our there with enough ammunition already riddling her body, that Necra and Erik already had the match won before she stepped through the ropes."

As she's speaking, the raging chaos in her head quiets down, as the snot nosed brat inside of her listened to her words thoughtfully.  She took the time to try to fortify the maze.  She took slow, deep breaths as the pain behind her eyes lessened a bit.  She looked at Darknyss and lifted an eyebrow.

"You didn't lose your match Lady.  They cost you the match by not believing in you like I did.  I wanted to speak up, but you ran out before I could say a word.  I wouldn't say anything because I knew that no matter what I said, their lack of confidence in you would still take a toll on you, and it wouldn’t have mattered.  They needed to see how much the nay saying could affect a person before a match to truly understand just how important you are to us...  How important you are to me.  I know what you're capable of Lady.  It's why I asked you to help me out in the first place."

Darknyss shudders a bit and a tear slowly slid down her cheek.

"All I wanted to hear was for one of you to say that...  That you thought that I could do it...   The whole week, all I kept hearing was, 'Are you sure you want to do this?  You might be rusty...' and about how little you all think of my skills in the ring.  Even you Sebastian...  You who know what I can do...   We're supposed to be a family!!  We're a team!!  And all you could do was talk about how bad you thought I would be in the ring!!  HOW COULD YOU?!!"

Dark Tiger opens his mouth to speak, then closes it repeatedly, and shakes his head slowly.

"I...  I couldn't help it!!  Lady!!...  Zatanya!!...  All I kept seeing in my head was images of you getting hurt, and I didn't want to have that happen to you!!  You're my best friend, and the woman that I love!!  I couldn't sit back and watch you get hurt!!  Not again!!"

Darknyss straightened her shoulders and shook her head.

"When we met, it was in the ring, and I was kicking sparks out of your ass!  I have faced bigger and badder men than you, than Harris...  Do you not remember the wars I went through?  Violator to start?  Hell, Matt Ward to name another!  I even warred with my own brother, Shane Hunt, before and after I found out he was family!  Cell matches, cage matches, barbed wire and bombs matches, pit matches...  The freakin' Weather Chamber match!!  I'd been through it all!!  That whole time, you'd never told me that you were afraid of my stepping into the ring!"

She takes a towel and starts to remove the makeup which she uses to cover the criss crossing of scars that would be extremely visible on camera which decorate her back and shoulders, and you can tell that they do go further down her back.  

"I was Extreme Champion for AWO for two years...  TWO FREAKIN' YEARS STRAIGHT!!  The attacks were crazy as hell!  I got attacked in a public bathroom, and got rammed through a toilet!!  I was attacked in a grocery store, and was thrown through a milk fridge back first...  I have been attacked with kendo sticks, barbed wire covered bats...  Hell, Kenji attacked me with a sword once before...  And yet, I'm still here.  It's the nature of the beast!  You KNOW that!!  And after all of this... you were afraid of me stepping into the ring in a simple mixed tag team match that I could have gotten through while standing on my head, if my head hadn't been all messed up!  Why?!!  Why would you make me doubt myself so much?  After I've stood by you... ALL OF YOU for so long!!  You most of all DT!!  WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!!"

Darknyss is crying steadily now and he walks over and tries to put a hand on her shoulder, but she pulls away.  He tries to get close again and she shoves him back hard.  She shakes her head and wipes her eyes.

"You say you love me, then you're supposed to support me, especially in this because you know how much I love doing this!!  Wrestling is my life!  It's been my life for over twenty years!!  Why couldn't you just support me in this DT?"

Dark Tiger puts his hands to his face, a low growl rumbling out from him, then he throws his head back and roars to the sky.

"BECAUSE YOU'RE PREGNANT YOU IDIOT!!!"

Darknyss looks up at him with a shocked look on her face.

"Bullshit!!"

Dark Tiger shakes his head and reaches down to take her hands in his as he drops to his knee in front of her.

"No... No bullshit.  It's true."    

Darknyss looks around from her fiancee to her friends, her mouth gaping.

"What?  How?  I mean... I know how... but... when?  I mean... I missed my period last month, but with the way I lift, I expected that...  How did you know?"

Dark Tiger lifts her knuckes to his lips and kisses them softly, swallowing quickly before he speaks, trying to hide the emotion in his voice.

"The doctor called me this morning.  He says you're about five to six weeks along, but would need to run an ultrasound to be sure.  He said one match wouldn't hurt you as long as you weren't kicked in the stomach or stomped or something like that.  Luckily, Necra was more aiming at your face and shoulders than she was your stomach.  So it wasn’t that I was trying not to support you, I was trying to convince you to change your mind.  If anything had happened... And you'd lost the baby...  after what had happened before...  I knew... well..."

He swallows thickly and shakes his head slowly.

"I knew you wouldn't have been able to handle it.  Not again."

Darknyss gapes at him again, and looks around the room slowly, then places a hand on her stomach gently as she looks down at it.  She looks up at him, her eyes shining with happy tears this time.

"We're having a baby?!!  Seriously!!"

Dark Tiger nods and a huge grin spreads across his face.

"Yes... We're having a baby  you crazy Lady."

Darknyss throws her arms around his neck and squeals in delight.

"WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!!!"

Everyone else has tears shining in their eyes and is clapping, so she knew she had to clap too.  That's what a quote, unquote "friend' is supposed to do when their friend gets good news, right?  So she put on the façade of joy, said her congratulations, then she excused herself and walked out of the room.  She just couldn't take all of the happiness filling that room.  She was a creature of pain and suffering.  She couldn't be enjoying herself...  She shouldn't actually be happy at the prospect of a child entering the world... Could she?  Something was off... Something was wrong...   She shouldn’t be experiencing these types of emotions.  Her mother was the strongest bruha in their sect.  Her father was a demon whose is so old, his name has been forgotten... lost in the annals of time.  She should not have... feelings other then those of contempt.  She is supposed to be evil incarnate...   So why is it that she's enjoying knowing that Darknyss is pregnant?  Why is she expectantly happy about it?  The shrieking starts up in her head, this time the intensity is so great, sh edoubles over in pain, her hands on the sides of her head as her body trembles in pain.

"I'M COMING FOR YOU BITCH!!  I WILL HAVE MY BODY BACK!!  DON'T YOU GET IT??!!  YOU'RE WEAKENING!!  YOU WEREN'T MEANT TO BE INSIDE OF ME!!  I WILL GET CONTROL BACK AND I WILL LOCK YOU AWAY IN THE DEEPEST, DARKEST CORNERS OF MY MIND!  YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN!!  NEVER!!  DO YOU HEAR ME???!!  NEVER!!"

This time, when she sits up, there's a trickle of blood running down her face from her nose.  She reaches her hand up and she wipes it away, staring at her fingertips, and frowning at the sight of it.  She takes a deep breath and straightens up, holding her stomach as a wave of nausea comes over her.  She starts to walk down the hallway towards the refreshments table, and is almost bowled over by someone carrying a camera.  She pushes the person away, not paying attention to them, then turns the corner, and that's when she sees him...  sitting on the corner of the table...   As their eyes lock the pain rips through her head again and the shrieking of triumph rips through her mind...

"I TOLD YOU BITCH!!  THIS IS MY BODY!!  GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS BACK IN YOUR CAGE!!!"

She grimaces as the world flips and she closes her eyes against the intense pain....

And when she opens them, she's once more in the maze of mirrors...  Only this time, she can tell that something's different.  She’s sprawled out on the floor in a kind of hub in the maze. Not quite in the center, but it’s a place where eight different corridors spill into one place.  She groans as she starts to rouse herself, and she notices that instead of wearing the clothes the body was wearing, she’s got on a pair of red stretch pants and a red lace corset.   She’s got on a pair of red Nike high tops, and her hair is hanging around her face in loose waves.  She pushes her hair from her face as she looks around slowly.  Her red, snake like eyes seem to flow in the strange lighting that emanates within the mind from the firing of synapses.  She sits up at a snail’s pace, then drags herself to her feet.      She takes a deep breath and grumbles softly to herself.  Her snake like tongue slithers from between her lips and tastes the air as she adjusts her clothing and regains her composure.

”Ssssshit...  Thisssss issss ssssso not good.  It’sssss going to be a fight....”
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She rolls her neck slowly and begins to stretch as she can sense the change in the maze of mirrors.  Deep within the maze, she can hear a menacing growl like a caged tiger would do when agitated.  She starts to dance back and forth from one foot to another, blowing her breath out quickly as she tries to get the adrenaline pumping.  As she does, she starts to sing the song that has become her theme song…  The song to which she would count the seconds, minutes, hours and years during her captivity...
 

'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….
 
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…

 

Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
 
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!

 
She slowly starts spinning around, trying to see which way it's going to come from.  She knew that an attack was coming from somewhere.  She could feel the eyes on her, she just couldn’t pinpoint from where.  The growling and seems to be surrounding her, swelling louder and louder, and for once, she started to become concerned.  Concerned?  Her?  What in the hell?!!  She's not supposed to be having these kinds of emotions running through her!  Fear was not a part of what she felt! Fear was what she inflicts on her victims!!  it was what she sent coursing through the veins of those who opposed her, and made them run screaming and trembling!  It was not something that made her own flesh crawl, and a cold sweat break out down the center of her back!  She growled herself, squaring her shoulders, then threw her head back and started to sing at the top of her lungs, making the sound reverbrate and almost harmonize with the growls and roars that are reverbrating through the corridors of the maze.
 

'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….
 
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…

 

Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
 
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!

 
When the attack comes, it's like the song switches from her singing it until it's playing over a loud speaker.  She doesn't even see the claws come swinging towards her, but she ducks as the hand sweeps over her head, renting the air with the force of the blow.  She looks up to see the little pipsqueak is not so little anymore.  She's dressed in a similar outfit, only the other outfit is white, where hers is red.   The eyes that show aren't red and snake like, but almost look cat like.  The howl she hears is one that couldn't come from a human throat, and that's when she realized that the merger between the pussycat and the pipsqueak hadn't lessened, but had gotten stronger.  She swore loudly as she ducked again, and it was more than just a spat, it was the fight for control of the body.   She didn't speak a word, as the song continued to play on, trying to use it to antagonize her opponent into slipping up...
 

'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….
 
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…

 

Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
 
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!

 
From then on, it's like the duel of the titans, as she battled with the feline form of the little girl, now being a few inches taller than The Other.  The song is playing like a battle song as they go back and forth, exchanging blows, one trying to overpower the other and snatch control of the body and mind from the other personae.  The song continues to play, going more and more quiet, until it sounds like it's being played on a radio, instead of over a loud speaker.

 

'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….


Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…

 

Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
 
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!

 
The girl has gotten the upper hand and with some well placed kicks and punches, she does a big side shuffle kick to the jaw of the Other, sending her bodily up against the giant mirror, causing it to crack.  The Other shakes her head and growls out at her as she tries to clear the cobwebs that are filling her head.
 
”You can't do this!!  This is MY body now!!  MINE!!  DO YOU HEAR ME?!!  I won't let you take it back!!”
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The girl howls in rage at the thing which had taken control of her for months now.
 
“TOO BAD YOU STINKING DEMONIC BITCH!!  THIS BODY IS MINE!!  AND YOU!!...  CAN'T!!... HAVE IT!!!! ”
 
The song lessens in intensity, getting more and more quiet as the battle rages on...
 

'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….
 
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…

 

Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
 
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!

 
The Other tries to regain control and starts to push her back with swipes of her own claw like nails, but the feline form  is too much for her.  The Other crumples, and the cat woman picks her up in a body press and walks closer towards the mirror as The Other struggles to get out of her grip.
 
”NO!  NOT BACK IN THE MIRROR!!  PLEASSSSEE!!  I PROMISSSSE!  I'LL BE GOOD!! JUSSSST DON'T PUT ME BACK IN THE MIRROR!!  PLEASSSSSE!!!.”
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The girl roars as she runs towards the mirror...

"GO BACK TO HELL WHERE YOU BELONG!!!"
 
She throws the Other bodily towards the mirror, and the mirror shatters as The Other goes crashing through it to fall onto the ground bodily and roll to a stop.  As soon as The Other is on the far side of the glass, the glass reforms itself and seals tightly.   She smiles as she pants slowly, and roars her satisfaction at having won the battle.  The Other stirs, then slowly stands up and dusts herself off as she looks back at her from the other side of the mirror.  The Other reaches out her hand and touches the glass, and recoils back from it as if she's been shocked.  She growls and starts to bang on the glass with her fist and howls out.
 
”You may have locked me back up behind the mirrorssss for now little girl... but you can't get rid of me!!  I'm a part of you!!  And I'll alwayssssss be jussssst on the other sssssside of your reflection, staring back at you!!  I will get out again!  Mark my wordssss!!!  MAAARRRRK MYYYYYY WOOOOORRRDDDSSSSSSSS...”
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The song continues to play on slowly and quietly, as if it's just a tiny whisper in the back of her mind...  
 


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….
 
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…

 

Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
 
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!
 

She stands up slowly and closes her eyes, breathing deeply, then lets a loud howl out that drowns out all sound through the corridors of the maze...  }
 
And all of this takes place within her mind in the span of a few seconds.  She comes through and gasps and brings a hand to her chest as she locks eyes with... him...   He's still sitting on the corner of the table, and she smiles until his friend comes and sweeps him away from the refreshment table in a flurry of movement.  She feels a slow drip, drip, drip of fluid onto the back of her hand and looks down to see the droplets of blood that has come from her nose once more.  She brings her hand to her face and wipes it away, then moves out to the refreshments table and picks up a napkin and brings it to her nose.   The bleeding has stopped, and she takes a deep, freeing breath...   the first she's been able to take in months.  She grabs a couple of bottles of water, a muffin, and some fruit, and is about to turn and go back to the dressing room, when a stagehand comes up to her and hands her an envelop with a few pieces of paper inside.  She  pulls them out and looks down at them, then frowns deeply as she flips through them.  She reaches out and stops the stagehand before he can walk away, holding out the envelop.

"Hey!  What's this?!!"

The stagehand points at the top page in the stack of the sheets.

"It's just what it says it is.  It's your match contract for next week's Climax Control."

She looks back down at the paperwork, frowning and shakes her head in shock.

"This can't be right!  We have to defend out titles in the very next match we have?  This can't be right!!"

The stagehand shrugs and shakes his head.

"Hey... I didn't make the match.  It was decided well above my paygrade, you know that.  And you know who you have to talk to about these things... Besides... you also know that you really don't have much choice in it either.  I've not seen them change their minds about a match except for extreme circumstances like injury or worse, so..."

The stagehand shrugs again and leaves her standing there.  She takes a deep breath, then picks up a pear and an orange, and heads back towards the dressing room.  She walks in just as Dark Tiger sweeps Darknyss up off of her feet and holds her aloft in his arms and kisses her deeply before sinking down to the couch with her still in his arms like Darknyss was light as a feather, and didn't weigh two hundred and twenty five pounds of muscle.  She comes in and plops down in the easy chair again and starts to nibble on the muffin slowly, staring off into space as she things back to him... sitting on the corner of the refreshments table.  She sighs dreamily and chews deep in thought and doesn't realize that Diamond is talking to her until she sees Diamond's fingers snapping in front of her face.

"Earth to Raynin!!  Earth to Raynin!!  Yo!!  You in there?"

She snaps back to attention and blinks rapidly and nods slowly before she takes another bite of her muffin.  She swallows and sighs deeply before she turns and looks at Diamond.

"Hey Emme...  When did you know that Jeremiah was... you know.. THE ONE?!!|"

Diamond chuckles and crosses her legs as she sits on the couch beside her friend.

"Well my friend, I don’t' know... there was like this spark...  And this moment when everything just went from kinda hazy, to crystal clear in my vision of him...  And I could just... SEE him, you know...  And I just knew.  You can't put it into words... Why?  Do you think you may have found someone who was worthy of being Mr. Right?"

She took another bite of her muffin and sighs again as she blushes and nods slowly.

"Yeah... I think I have.  But I don’t know if he even knows that I'm alive."

Diamond claps her hands and whoops ecstatically.

"Ooohh Girlfriend!!  That's awesome!!  Not the fact that he may not know you're alive, but... you know... that you may have found someone you're interested in!  You've been like a vestigial virgin since you've been in the company!  I swear, if it was me, I'd have gotten stock in Energizer batteries by now."

Gothika makes a disgusted face and shakes her head rapidly.

"Ewww, Emme!!  That's just...  Just... TMI girl!!  TMI!!"

Diamond chuckles and shakes her head.

"What?  Mia Girl, you know it's true!!  And it was true for you too before you got with Michael there.  You forget Mia...  I've known you since we were both knee high to a grasshopper, so you may be able to try to play that game with everyone else, but not with me.  I know your deepest, darkest secrets.  NOW..."

Diamond claps her hands sharply and rubs them together quickly, smirking at her friend.

"Tell me, what makes you think that this dude is THE ONE?!!"

She takes a deep breath, then picks up the bottle of water and takes a big sip, and puts the cap back on the bottle before she speaks.

"Well, it was like time stood still when I saw him.  Our eyes met across the hallway, where he was sitting on the corner of the refreshments table, and it was like.... Kismet.  I heard music."

Diamond whistles and claps again.

"Oooh!!  Music!!  Was it like...  Billy Ocean, Kenny G, or was it Prince?"

She takes a deep breath and takes another swallow of her water.

"It was Prince...  Joy in Repetition..."

Diamond whistles and shakes her head.

"Damn girl!!  Now I gotta know!  Dish!  Gimme details girl!  DETAILS!!"

She takes a deep breath and sighs again.

"Well, he wasn't the biggest guy in the bunch... but...  It was the big brown eyes that got me."

Diamond nods and pats her hand gently.

"Yeah, the eyes are the windows to the soul."

She takes another deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"He had these arms that make you just want to cuddle him.  And the cutest little button of a nose."

Diamond nods and points to Jeremiah.

"Now you know I know about cuddly arms.  Look at those guns over there!!...  I love holding onto him all of the time."

She nods slowly and takes another sip of her water before she sighs wistfully again.

"And he had the softest looking brown fur."

Diamond closes her eyes and nods.

"Yeah... brown is such a good color for..."

Diamond suddenly stops and blinks slowly.

"Hold up... wait a minute... pump the breaks and throw it in reverse!!!  Say WHAT??!!  FUR??!!"

She nods and sighs deeply.

"Yeah... fur...  It just looks so soft, you just want to run your fingertips through it."

Diamond shakes her head and her jaw hits the floor.

"WHAT THE WHAATT??!!  WHO IN THE HELL HAS FUR??!!"

She sighs again and blinks slowly as she stares off into the distance.

"Aahhhh....  Angel..."

Gothika, who was taking a sip of her own water does a spit take and gapes at her partner.

"Angel??!!  The teddy bear?!"

She nods and sighs again.

"Yeah...  Angel.  Our eyes met, and... I know he felt it... I could see it in his blank, glassy stare... He couldn’t take his eyes off of me."

Diamond is staring incredulously at her friend.

"The teddy bear??!!"

She nods again and takes a deep breath, then she breaks out of her reverie and pulls out the envelope that the stage hand gave her.

"Yeah, Angel the Teddy Bear.   But knowing him, he's got lots of other girls who are throwing themselves at him.  But we've got more pressing matters to talk about.  We've got our match set for next week, and you won't believe who our opponents are."

Diamond is still staring at her with a look of shock on her face.

"The teddy bear?!!"

She chuckles and shakes her head at her friend, then lifts her eyebrow at Diamond.

"No, of course not!  Angel isn't even in our division...."

Gothika chuckles and comes over, taking the envelop from her as she speaks again.

"We've got Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez.  And we have to defend out titles.  Can you believe it?  Our first match out of the gate as Champions, and our titles are already on the line.  It's completely an attack to try to catch us off guard."

Gothika takes the contract from her partner and looks it over, and slams it down on the nearby table.

"Shit!! They don't think that we're one hundred percent yet!  And we've got so much other stuff to deal with... Now that Lady's pregnant, I don't want her down at ringside... someone may try to hurt her to get to us..."

Darknyss jumps up and shouts at Gothika, putting her hands on her hips.

"HEY!  That's enough nay-saying my abilities!  Cause truth be told... right now, I'm even more dangerous than I was before... Cause now I know I've got something innocent to protect!  No one is going to lay a FINGER on me in a negative way now.  And if they try...  Well, they'll learn why we're no longer Heaven Sent, and are The Fallen!!"

She turns and looks up at her friend who has such a grim look of determination on her face, she can't help but grin.

"Yeah... With someone this determined in our corner... There's no way we can lose.  It's good for us all to be back to normal once again."
 
She  smirks to herself as within her mind, she hears a sibilant howl of anger and frustration shriek out, and reverberate in her head as the scene faces out.
 
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Climax Control Archives / SHIT IT'S COLD! (Darknyss rp 1)
« on: January 31, 2015, 12:00:51 AM »
 Darknyss RP 1, Climax Control, 1/30/2015


Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Weely Show, Climax Control    
DATE: Sunday, 2/1/2015

Place: Belfast, Northern Ireland

Venue:  Oddyssey Arena

Match: Blast from the Past Tournament 2015, First Round Tag Team Matchup

Opponent: with, Patient #078 Vs.  Erik Staggs and Necra Octavian Kane


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Awww SNAP!!  Can you believe it?  The First Lady of the Darkk has decided to lace up her boot straps once more and step into the ring for the Blast From The Past Tournament!!  She’s been paired up with a new comer to the Sin City Wrestling scene, Patient #078, and will be stepping up against a pair of opponents she’s very familiar with, but from a different standpoint… Erik Staggs and Necra Octavian Kane.  The biggest question on everyone’s mind is… It’s been almost three whole years since she’s stepped into the ring.  Is there any ring rust on her old bones?  Or is Darknyss ready for anything and everything coming at her?  To make matters worse, if she makes it through the first round of the Tournament, she may have to step in against her fiancée and the love of her life, Dark Tiger, who has also entered the Tournament.  This whole thing is going to be epic to say the least!!  Let’s see what takes place as the excitement builds shall we!!...





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 …  THE RISE OF DARKNYSS!!  ...  

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Time:  Januaryr 25, 2015…  11:30 PM…  

Place:  Glasgow, Scotland…  Kelvin Hall International SportsArena… Location:  Climax Control...

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**********  PARENTAL WARNING!!  **********

The following are scenes from the January 25, 2015 airing of the Sin City Wresting’s weekly show, Climax Control.  They were not shown due to time constraints.    Parental discretion is advised.

**********  END ADVISORY!!  **********




The crowd is already on their feet in anticipation from all of the action that’s been going on for the entire night!  From awesome return of the self proclaimed “King of Kings”, Kain, to the opening matches of the Blast From The Past Tournament, to seeing two sets of team mates, the Mean Girls, and the new Tag Team Champs, JT Midas and Caleb Houston go head to head during the tournament matches…  It’s been a BLAST of a show so far, and they know that there’s only more excitement to come!
Suddenly, the lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of Dethklok's 'Black Fire Upon Us.  On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues.  The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the four flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen.  They strike the same spot with a bright flash and four shadowy figures step out of the brightness.

Tonight We Ride On Clouds Of Fire
We're Damned By Gods Our DETHS Conspired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul

Fly With Us Tonight
Fly With Us Tonight


The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking confident.  Diamond, Gothika, Darknyss and Raynin stand on stage and raise their fists in the air looking around confidently before the lights come up completely.  Diamond is dressed in a light blue mini skirt that leaves barely anything to the imagination with a light blue cowl neck sweater that’s so tight, it looks like it’s been painted on and a pair of dark blue go go boots that match the sweater.  Her long, wavy hair is pulled back on the sides in a half ponytail, and she’s got tendrils framing her face as the rest hangs down her in shining curls.  Raynin is in a black leather mini skirt with a pair of fishnet stockings, and a fishnet shirt over a dark purple halter top, with a pair of black leather platform boots with a 7 inch heel that make her almost as tall as her other Angels in their shoes as she moves from one side of the stage to the other, holding her Bombshell Tag Team Championship high.  Gothika is looking just as devastating, wearing pair of black patent leather short shorts which show off all of the curves of her hips and butt, and a black rubber corset with celtic crosses decorating it which leaves nothing to .the imagination, as the swells of her bosom are left bare and looking like they want to spill out for everyone to see.  She’s got on a long, ankle length black lace duster that’s fastened only at the throat and is sheer enough that you can see her flesh clearly underneath it, and her knee high patent leather platform boots complete the look and makes it jaw dropping.  Her hair is wild and free as her friends walk back and forth on the stage, but she stands there, looking around with her icy blue eyed stare, holding her title belt high.  Darknyss is wearing a pair of rhinestone covered, purple stretch shorts shorts and a matching halter style bustier with chains of rhinestones that connect the neckline of the bustier to a rhinestone collar that’s around her throat.  Her hair is hanging down her back in long curls, and she’s got on a pair of matching over the knee boots.   The Angels are especially excited as the crowd is on it’s feet, cheering the newest Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshell Tag Team Champions.  They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their fists in the air.

The Sky
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake

Fly On Through The Night
We Built An Allience
Our Numbers Are Strong

We Gather
But We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunitics
They Must Think Of Us


Diamond, Gothika, Raynin and Darknyss come back to the center of the stage and pose once more before they start to walk down the ramp to the ring.

But Now We Must Fly
Beasts In The Night
Tragic In The Sky
Battlefield In Sight

Storm Gathers Strong
Cold Blackend Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories Of The Slain


Darknyss stops at the center of the ramp and takes the titles from her friends, holding them high, one in each hand as Diamond, Raynin and Gothika each walk around till they each are standing in front of one of the sides of the ring.  Diamond wiggles her hips a moment, then she lifts her leg high into the air and spins around in a circle before she places it on the ring apron and slithers under the bottom rope, not caring what anyone sees as she does so.  Gothika slides under the bottom rope as Darknyss climbs up onto the edge of the apron and steps through the second rope and Raynin climbs the far stairs and grabs the top rope and flips over the rope.  Darknyss then hands Raynin and Gothika their titles as they all spread out in the center of the ring.  

Dangerous Creatures
Those That Oppose Us
Raped All Their Power
Bartered With Warlocks
Cheated The Demons
For Ancient Spells
The Blackened Fire
Waits To Consume Us



Raynin and Gothika each climb a corner throwing their titles high into the air, brandinshing them as they pump their other fists in the air to the beat of the music as Diamond does her thing, going from one side of the ring dancing and leaning over the rope, blowing crystal dust at the crowd, and Darknyss stands in the center of the ring, pointing at them and talking junk to the crowd, nodding.  Raynin and Gothika jump down and switch corners, trying to hype up the crowd before they jump down and they all come to stand beside Darknyss, waiting for the crowd to calm down.  They all are tossed a microphone by the stage hands and they’re beaming from ear to ear at the excitement coming from the crowd.  Darknyss brings her mic to her lips to speak once the crowd and the music dies down.

“So, I know you’re all just as excited as I am to see the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Titles once again where they belong… which is around the waists of the Angels of the Fallen!!  Let’s give these brave women a huge round of applause for doing exactly what I knew they could do, and  take out three of the strongest teams in this company to stand atop the Bombshell Tag Team Mountain!!”

The crowd goes nuts, half of them cheering and the other half booing as Gothika and Raynin look  pleased at themselves, showing off their titles, brandishing them high in the air.  They go from corner to corner, climbing the turnbuckles again, showing off the titles.  Each time they do, the crowd gives a pop.  When they come back to the center of the ring, Darknyss gives themselves a chance to settle back down before she brings the mic back to her lips.

“So, now that you’ve gotten the chance to see the best that the current Bombshell division has to offer at it’s finest… I’ve got a huge bombshell so to speak to let loose on all of you who have been avid fans of the Angels of the Fallen, through all of it’s incarnations.  For those of you who remember… We were once called Cold Blooded, along with the Twin Tigers, AKA Dark Tiger and Giant Tiger, my sister, Darkchyld, and a few more avid souls out there who were lucky enough to grace the wings.  The last time we were in a company owned by Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, we went by the name of Heaven Sent.”

Upon hearing their old name, the fans go nuts again, giving a huge pop.  You can see old school ‘Heaven Sent’ t-shirts being held aloft as well as newer ‘The Fallen’ t-shirts out in the stands.  Out in front, the camera comes across a mother and daughter, the mother wearing  one of the old school Darknyss t-shirts with the color changing graphic t-shirt with a pair of eyes, and the words, ‘the eyes of Darknyss are always watching’ and the daughter wearing one of the newer Fallen T-shirts with the wings outstretched on the back of the shirt that look like they’ve been stitched back on.
 
“Back then, I was the leader of the pack.  I laced up my boots and trounced any and every obstacle that stood in my path.    And so… since the Blast from the Past tournament was coming up… I decided to throw my hat in the ring.  At least for the tournament.  Yeah, that’s right…   You’re going to get to see the Original Angel in action!!  I’m the one who brought this rag tag group of women together in the first place, rallying under a banner of the strength that women can possess, and the skills that can take them to the top of a company, using the only asset that counts… And that’s their skill in the ring!!”

The females in the audience all start to give a huge pop, as the males start to chant, “TITS AND AASSSS!!   TITS AND AASSSS!!   TITS AND AASSSS!!”  Darknyss brings the mic back to her lips as the crowd calms down.

“Now… This whole tournament is the luck of the draw, quite literally.  And I may be lucky and get paired with my fiancée, who’s also in the tournament.  Then again I may not.  But whomever I get paired with…  Be prepared for an experience of a lifetime!  Being paired with the Original Goddess of Wrestling is a treat in and of itself.”

Darknyss leans in towards the camera so her face fills the entire shot.

“And to whomever I end up facing… Be prepared to be brought to the depths of Oblivion!!”


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The following scenes contain content which is extremely graphic in nature.  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.  \'tongue.gif\'  Parental discretion is advised.

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Time:  January  28, 2015…  8:30 AM…  

Place:  Belfast, Northern Ireland… Location:  Near the moors outside of the city...

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It was early morning and bitterly cold as the Angels of the Fallen stood out on a road beside their rental truck at the head of the moors overlooking Belfast, Ireland, and marveled at the vast whiteness spread out before them.  Gotika took a deep breath, then pulled her double layer of fleece coats tighter around herself.

"Damn Lady!!  Why in the nine layers of HELL do you have us out here in the middle of nowheresville at butt crack in the morning?  I'm freezing my nibblettes off here!!  SHIT!!  And I thought it was cold in Canada!!"

Darknyss chuckles and pulls her hat tighter and further down around her ears, then ties her scarf tighter around her neck as she watches the light dusting of snow flurries drift down around their heads.

"Well, I thought it would be cool to try to jog back through the moors a few miles. I mean, look at this place!!  It's breathtaking!!"

Diamond chuckles and nods slowly as she tries to rub her gloved hands together to warm them up.

"Hell yeah it's breathtaking. But that's cause it's so cold out here, you CAN'T BREATHE without it hurting!!  And you want us to try to run in this?  I was sleeping nice and comfy in my hotel room, thank you very much!  You could have left me there and I would have met you in the gym after doing my cardio on a treadmill.  Besides...  We're not the ones who have years of ring rust to shake off, you do!!"

Darknyss's jaw drops and she glares at her friends.

"Ring rust?!!  Ring rust!!  Really?  You think that I have  just been sitting back, twiddling my thumbs and playing video games, and eating junk food while you three traipse around in the ring?  You KNOW that's not true!!  When you three are training with me, I'm training right along with you!!  I'm busting my ass just as hard as you all do!!  Hell!!  You know I'm in the best shape of my life right now and can do just as well in the sparring ring as all of you can. Hell, even better, cause I only spar with the guys, while you three still spar with the other females!"

Gothika raises her eyebrow and chuckles as she starts to blow on her freezing cold hands trying to warm them up.

“Well, that’s because you almost broke that one chick’s jaw when you got a bit, quote, unquote, “overexcited” and you forgot you were just sparring and kicked her in the face.”

Darknyss shrugged and shook her head slowly.

“Hey, it’s not my fault she was so short that she couldn’t handle facing me.  I’m not about to hold myself back just because the people I’m facing can’t handle my intensity!  There were reasons why I always faced the men in the companies I used to work for.  I mean, look at me!!  So far, the only female that you guys have faced that even came close to my ability in physicality and stature was Rock Rose!  But I will say this… She may be taller than me by a few inches, and she may be bigger than me by a few pounds, but I do have a few very huge pluses over her stature wise and physically…  I’m much cuter, and I got my muscles the natural way.  I have trained my body since I was fourteen years old, I was on the wrestling team, competing against the guys from my freshmen year in highschool, on through college.  I am an all American collegiate wrestler, and I trained in some of the best wrestling schools in the country.  I have trained in multiple forms of martial arts, not just the Isshin-ryu Karate with Sensei Mosley, but Jujitsu, Tae Kwon Do, and capoeira are just a few of the forms I’ve studied, which is why when you all face me, you seem to have such a hard time getting a grasp of what I’m doing to beat you.”

Diamond chuckles and holds up her hands and shakes her head.

“Stop Lady!!  We know all of this already!!  We’re just reminding you that there’s a reason why the other females don’t want to face you.  You just hit too damned hard in sparring.  But the thing to remember is… Ring rust isn’t just about being good in a sparring ring.  It’s about having that competitive nature.  It’s about keeping your awareness of your surroundings through every moment of your match.  You know that better than all of us.”

Darknyss blows her breath out slowly and watches the puffs of cold air float upwards and disappear into the morning air.

“That’s why I’m wondering why it is that you’re talking to me about ring rust.   You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to get back into the ring.  But I made a promise to Raynin… I made a promise to all of you, that I would step back into the shadows and let you all shine.  I’m so proud of you all.  I’m proud to have had a hand in you getting your titles back.  I’m proud of you Diamond, and what you’re doing with Jeremiah and DT…  You’re taking them to new heights, just as I’m taking the Fallen back to the stratosphere and beyond, where they can shine like the Superstars that they are!  But this… This is my time to step back into the limelight… even if it’s just for a little while.  It’s time for me to show everyone that ALL of the Angels of the Fallen are just as we always say that we are…  The most Dominant Female Force in the Sin City Wrestling!!  I know that I'm facing Necra, who's the self proclaimed Goddess of the Dead... But I'm the Original Goddess of Wrestling!  I've built companies up to their heights just by having my name on a contract!  To me, she's nothing but an upstart whelp just starting to try to grow.”

Diamond shivers and shakes her head.

“I’m sure that right now, we’re just the most cold Female Force in the Sin City Wrestling.  I don’t know about you, but I’m going to take Raynin’s lead and get back in the car.  If you want to run in the cold, then you be our guest.”

Diamond starts to head for the truck, and Darknyss looks back and sees that Raynin’s already gotten in, turned the car over, and is holding her hands out over the heat vent, not having said a word.  Darknyss turns to Gothika and holds her arms out in a pleading gesture.

“Come on Mia!!  You too?”

Gothika looks at the car and sighs heavily.

“Sorry Lady, I may be Canadian, and can stand the cold, but this is more than even I can take.  You’re on your own with this little run.”

Gothika chuckles and shakes her head and walks over to the truck, climbing in as she strokes her arms trying to get warm.  Darknyss turns around and throws her arms up in the air and shouts.

“Fine!!  I’ll do it myself!!”

Darknyss starts to trudge off in the falling snow as the other Angels of the Fallen follow behind her in the truck, letting her set the pace.  After about a couple of hundred feet, the snow starts to get deeper and deeper around the track that the truck had made, and while the sun is shining, the cold wind on the moors blows and even with her moving, Darknyss starts to shiver.  She runs around a bend in the road, then stops on the side and waits for the others to catch up.  Gothika rolls down her window, and Darknyss grumbles at them.

“Okay, okay… You guys were right!  I’m freezing my nibblettes off too!!  Don’t say a word, just let me in and let’s go to the gym.”

She reaches for the door handle, and Gothika guns the car engine, pulling away from her a few feet, and Darknyss screeches in disapproval as her friends chuckle at her as she storms off to catch up.  They play this game a couple of times, before Gothika finally lets Darknyss climb into the back seat before they drive off towards the gym.




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Climax Control Archives / White Rabbit (Raynin RP)
« on: December 13, 2014, 12:00:24 AM »
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Raynin RP

SCW's Climax Control, 12/14/2014

Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Climax Control    DATE: Sunday, 12/14/2014

Place: Bakersfield, California

Venue: Icardo Center


Match: FOUR CORNER MATCH

Opponent: AMY MARSHALL vs CRYSTAL HILTON  vs FELONY FONTANNA




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Things have not quite been going as expected for the Angels of the Fallen.  First, their big moment against the Freakettes ends in a draw, then when they step into the ring against Crystal Hilton and Jade Manendez-Arcador, they are handed a devastating defeat!!  What is this world coming to, where an Angel can’t seem to cut a break!!  And to make matters worse, the Freakettes were there… taunting, ever taunting the two Angellic Crusaders as they were given a big blow to their egos.  But now…  Now it’s time for a glorius comeback, as the New Year fast approaches, and the Angels are given a chance to redeem themselves, as the announcement of the Four Corner Championship matchup as the Champions, the Metal and Punk connection, have to defend their titles against the Freakettes, Crystal Hilton and Jade Manendez- Arcador, and our favorite Angellic Creatures, The Fallen.  But before that, a bit of retribution is going to be dished out as  Raynin is up first.  And in true form, as she steps into the ring, ready to get the juices flowing against Felony Fontanna, Crystal Hilton, and Amy Marshall in a Four Corner Match…  But the biggest question on everyone’s mind is…  with what happened the week before, it was clear that Raynin’s state of mind had a hand in the defeat.  Will her mental situations affect her during this upcoming match?  Or… Will that little taste of insanity be just what the doctor ordered to send her to the head of the class and hand her a win?  Let’s see what unfolds...


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Time:  December 28, 2014, 5:30 PM...  

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada…   Location:  Inside Gothika and Darknyss’s Apartment…  

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She was fine.  She had to be fine.  I mean, didn’t she?  Everyone thought that she was okay.  I mean… She looked okay….  She smelled ok… She even spoke like she was okay… most of the time anyways…  She fed he cat and groomed Miss Kittay so you could hear her purring almost every moment of the day.  She ate three meals and snacked on the occasional bowl of caramel or cheddar popcorn… She did her shopping like normal and signed autographs whenever any one stopped her, and smiled for the fans.  She dressed like she was fine… She put on her jeans and her cute shirts and her gym shoes every day, and he socks matched.  Her hair was always done, combed and brushed and either pulled back into a pony tail, French braided down her back, or hanging in loose waves around her face like normal.  She always wore her Chanel No. 5, or her Coco Chanel, or her Yves St. Laurent perfume so she smelled good.  Her teeth were brushed so she didn’t have the yuck mouth…  But there was something that was hiding… Just behind the eyes, you could see it… When you looked just so, or caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of your eye, you could see… something was wrong.  Something wasn’t quite right with her.

If you looked at her on a normal day, you wouldn’t see it.  But when you could see it besides that occasional glimpse, was when she was training.  That’s when it was clear on her face…  When she hit the gym…  As soon as she stepped on the training room floor, or into the sparring ring, you could see the difference in her.  It was just there…  That spark in her eyes… it would flicker, and her whole demeanor would change…  

It was like a light switch went off inside of her mind, and her pupils would seem to shrink until they almost looked like slit.  And she would start to growl as she began to train.  As her body moved, it seemed as if some demonic force that wanted nothing more than to push her to a different level had possessed her…  Pushing her body until her limbs would twitch with exertion, sweat drenched her body, and she would literally drop to the ground in exhaustion after every training session.  Everyone noticed it.  Her friends noticed it, her partners and teammates noticed it…  But the question was…  Was it such a bad thing?  

Her teammates thought it was just her desire to become stronger.  I mean, it was pretty clear that she was getting stronger by the day.  Her muscles bulked up some and became more defined.  Her abs looked like you could bounce a brick off of them, and she wouldn’t flinch.  She didn’t just have a six or an eight pack…  Her muscles had come to look like steel cords, craving to show off her skill every time she moved.  She didn’t drop weight, so much as she gained muscle weight.  Her clothes had gotten loose on her, so she’d spent a day with her friends shopping, so she could have the outfits she needed when she stepped into the ring.  She didn’t want to have anything tailored or taken in, because she knew that if she continued on the regimen she was on, she’d need to have the larger clothes once she picked up more muscle weight.  I mean, it was cool for the guys back in the day to  hulk out, flex, and rip off their shirts… But that was not quite the look she was going for when she stepped into the ring.  She wasn’t doing it just to look bigger, like some of the people who step into the ring do.  It was just as it was supposed to be on the outside… everything looked to be ok.  

But there was someone who was worrying about her, because they had noticed the change in her.

She’d gotten the call from her Abuela earlier in the day.  It was short and sweet to begin with as they began to talk.

“Hola mi preciosa niña. Te he echado de menos.” { Hello my lovely girl.  I have missed you. }

She had chuckled as she heard her Grandmother’s tinkling laughter on the other end of the phone, knowing that was what was expected of her.

“Hola Abuela. ¿Cómo estás? Te he echado de menos. ¿Qué te hizo llamar?.”  
{ Hello Grandmother.  How are you?  I've missed you too.  What made you call? }

Her grandmother made a rude noise in her throat she could tell she was shaking her head in a reprimand.

“¿Necesito una razón para llamar a mi propia nieta? Sólo tenía que oír su voz y asegurarme de que estabas bien. Yo no había oído hablar de usted en tanto tiempo. Oh ... Y tu abuelo envía su amor.”  
{ Do I need a reason to call my own granddaughter?  I just needed to hear your voice and make sure you were alright.  I hadn't heard from you in so long.  Oh...  And your grandfather sends his love. }

She kind of zones out and doesn’t respond very quickly, and her Abuela clears her throat, then speaks to her, interrupting whatever is on her mind.  

"¿Estás bien mi niña?"
{ Are you ok my dear? }

She snaps back to attention and quickly interjects.

"Abuela disculpas.  Dile que lo amo demasiado.  Y me alegro de que usted llamó la Abuela. Realmente soy.  Sólo tengo mi mente en lo que ocurrió durante el último partido, y sobre mi próximo partido. Estoy...  Emocionado por tener la oportunidad de regresar al ring contra Felony Fontanna y Crystal Hilton.  Y Amy Marshall es sólo va a ser la guinda del pastel."  
{ Apologies Grandmother.  Tell him I love him too.  And I'm glad that you called Grandmother.  Really I am.  I've just got my mind on what happened during the last match, and about my upcoming match.  I am... Excited about getting the chance to get back in the ring against Felony Fontanna and Crystal Hilton.  And Amy Marshall  is just going to be icing on the cake. }

Her Abuela chuckles and makes a rude noise.

"Usted no tiene que tratar de salir con excusas para mí. Sé que es algo malo y que no me estás diciendo lo que está pasando. Puedo escuchar en tu voz. ¿Tengo que hacer un viaje a verte ? "
{ You don't have to try to come up with excuses for me.  I know that something's wrong and you're not telling me what's going on.  I can hear it in your voice.  Do I need to make a trip to see you? }

She knew that if she didn’t say anything, that her Grandmother would be there in a New York minute.  And that was something she simply couldn’t handle right now, so she said what she knew she had to say…

"No .... No, usted no tiene que venir de la Abuela. Yo estoy bien. Estoy un poco cansado. Ha sido una semana muy agitada de entrenamiento y preparación para el Control de Climax es todo. Te lo prometo, todo está bueno ".
{ No....  No, you don't have to come Grandmother.  I'm alright.  I'm just a bit tired.  It's been a really rough week of training and preparation for Climax Control is all.  I promise, everything's okay. }

She pretends to yawn, and tries to hurry her Grandmother off of the phone.

"Te quiero abuela. Pero no tengo mucho más que tengo que hacer antes de tener que dormir un poco. Me tengo que ir. Te llamaré después de que he ganado mi partido en la feria. Te lo prometo. Adiós. "
{ I love you Grandmother.  But I have alot more I have to do before I have to get some sleep.  I really have to go.  I'll call you after I've won my match at the show.  I promise.  Bye. }

She sighed heavily as she made to hang up the phone, but just before the click, she heard her Abuela whisper 4 words…

“Yo sé la verdad ...”
{ I know the truth... }

And now, here she is, sitting in her friend’s apartment as they discuss strategies for the upcoming match.  Like she really needed to pay attention…  She already knew what was going to happen…  Even though no one else had a clue.  Because at this very moment, behind her eyes was not the person everyone thought it was…  Behind her eyes, a little girl was trapped in a maze of mirrors, inside of which played out moment after moment in her history.  She was trapped in her memories, reliving things that she shouldn’t have to while someone… SOMETHING ELSE controlled her body and pretended to be her.  Within her own mind, Raynin was screaming for help, and no one could hear her… except for one…  

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RUN!!  RUN!!  KEEP RUNNING AND DON’T LOOK BACK!!

That was all she kept repeating to herself as she ran.  Her pigtails were bouncing behind her, ever a reminder of the state she was in… She was just waiting for that first touch to let her know that the presence she felt behind her was just there…  And no matter how tired she was, and how much her body hurt, and her lungs screamed for air… she knew she couldn’t’ stop for one moment, or true terror would have her.  Her plaid jumper was flying with her as she ran frantically, trying not to look… trying desperately not to see… but failing miserably.  

Everywhere she looked, scenes of blood, gore and violence filled her senses.  This was no ordinary place.  It was her memories…  Memories she’d suppressed, or blocked out, or that weren’t committed by her, but by The Oher... Playing out with such vivid details as to be staggering.   She was locked in her own mind, searching for a way out, but there was no relief in sight.  As she ran down corridor after corridor, turning corners and coming to blind ends, only to be faced with more and more horror, she started to become frantic…

“Somebody!!  Anybody!!  Please!!  Help me!!!  Please Abuela!!  Help me!!!  I don’t wanna see!!  I don’t wanna see!!”

As she came to a mirror, she’s faced with a scene of herself with the reptilian red eyes as she gutted a man with a bowie knife so sharp, it took a moment for the skin to realize that it had been cut and split apart… Then there was just a spray of red and he kind of folded in half.   But because it’s a memory, she didn’t just see it… She felt the spray of the red on her hands, and the smell of blood and guts and bile and sewage that comes from doing what had just happened filled her nostrils.  She could taste the coppery taste of pennies on the back of her throat as the smell of the red covered her senses, then she gagged as the other smells hit her…  

She turned away, just to be confronted by a scene of her in a pit with four other people, fighting in an underground fight club, somewhere out in the desert.  They were literally in a hole in the earth, about twenty feet squared, shored up with logs and barbed wire, and the ground was hard packed after being soaked in red and trampled over and over again.  She watched as she kicked her foot out and broke a man’s knee… watched as the cap separated and she could see his thigh roll up under his skin as he howled in pain, barely heard over the shouts of the crowd above her that was screaming for blood and death.  She ducked a blow from behind and spun with a forearm chop to the throat that crushed another man’s larynx.  She knew as soon as the blood came flooding out from his mouth, he would never leave that pit, let alone speak again.  Then she turned on the final man who had stopped fighting and just stood there.  She heard him shouting for mercy in his language, over and over again as she backed him up against the barbed wire.  Then she watched her hand whip out like a snake, and heard his screams as her fingers felt the soft squish and pop of what was once in his eye sockets…

She turned and ran and no matter where she turned, she was assaulted by these vision of horror, mutilation and death, all perpetrated by her own hands which she had no memory of until now, and which she wishes she could wipe away once more.  All she could do is just keep running… Don’t stop… don’t stop for a moment… not one instant as she kept hearing over and over again…  The song… The sound of the music box… And the sibilant voice ringing out as she runs…   


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…



Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assess the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!


She knew that The Other was just there… Just behind her… She knew that if she was caught, exactly what would happen to her.  The pain… The anguish she would feel as The Other tried to crush her down to nothing within herself.  She heard the laughter, then The Other cried out just behind her…

”That’sssss it my little pet!!  Run!!… Run like the  ssssssscared little rabbit you are!!!”
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She didn’t stop… she couldn’t stop… All she could do is flee, and cringe as she kept seeing scene after scene, and the song droned on, driving her half mad…


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!



She heard the other speaking again as she ran down a hallway that seemed to have no mirrors at all.  She stopped for a moment to catch her breath as the sound started off far away but slowly got closer and closer.

”You didn’t have what it takes little one.  You thought that your little tiger friend could protect you… You thought that animal could make you strong enough to hold onto what we’ve been working so hard to grab a hold to… But you failed!!  Just like last week, you failed!!  You don’t have the balls to do what’s necessary!!  You never did!!”
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She feels a brush against her braid and it sends her into flight mode again, running on through the never ending halls of horror as the song continues on in the background…  Almost like a horrifically maniacal soundtrack to a movie.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!


The Other speaks again as she rounds a corner and is confronted by the sight of her straddling a man’s chest as she pummels what’s left of his face with her bare hands.  As she looks on, she can smell every smell… She can feel what’s left of his face beneath he knuckles.  It’s like punching into a bowl of ground beef because she’s crushed every bone beneath where she’s punching.  She feels spray after spray on her face, and she sees through a haze of red, and yet she is still punching.

”Did you really think that it was you who did what was needed to survive when we were in those hell holes of they call countries over there?  Like hell you did!!  IT WAS ME!!  IT AS ALWAYS ME!!  YOU WERE ALWAYS JUST TOO CHICKEN SHIT TO GET YOUR HANDS DIRTY!!  I DON’T HAVE THAT HANG UP!!  So while you’re in here, reliving all of my greatest hits, I’m going to be enjoying myself as I make a few new ones!!!  Starting with Felony, Amy and Crystal, and ending with the Tag Team Titles wrapped around our waists once more!!”
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She covers her face with her hands, then shudders as she feels wetness upon them.  When she pulls her hands from her face and looks down at them, they’re covered in red and she screams over and over again, shaking her head.  She looks up and sees what at first looks like a body with no bones, strung up above her, but she realizes it’s just the skin, strung up on a series of meat hooks and chains.  She looks at her hands once more and sees a knife in one hand, and a bloody hook in the other.  She throws them down on the ground and takes off running again as the song plays on…


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!



Just then, Gothika looks at her as she’s sitting there and she snaps back to sitting in her friend’s apartment.

“I’m sorry… What did you say?”

Gothika clears her throat and leans forward.  

“I said, do you think you can keep things under control in the ring so you can come out with a win, Raynin?”

She smiles and nods slowly.

“Oh yes…  Um… I mean… yeah… sure.  In control… You got it… Excuse me... Bathroom...”

As she walks into the bathroom, she looks into the mirror and sees her younger self banging on the reflection in the mirror and he chuckles to heself.

”Oh yeah…. I’ve got thisssss… well in control…  â€
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Climax Control Archives / Starlight... Starbright...
« on: October 17, 2014, 09:01:02 PM »
 Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 10/19/14



Place: Parris Island, South, Carolina



Venue: Parris Island Stadium



Match: BOMBSHELLS SINGLES MATCHUP



Opponent: with, Raynin in her corner Vs.  ROCK ROSE w/Felony Fontanna





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So, the Powers That Be tried to split up the Angels of the Fallen…  Dangling the possibility of Tag Team Gold in the face of Raynin… But fate has other plans for these brave women…  It just wouldn’t be to have someone like Veronica Taylor with a pair of angel wing son her back, now would it.  Instead, the Angels are willing to put their bodies, their minds, and their souls through Hell on Earth to gain the Tag Team Titles the right way… the only way that it would matter… TOGETHER!!  And putting their foot on the path in a big way, Gothika is going to step into the ring with a true freak…  by facing the Freakette’s powerhouse, Rock Rose.  With a definite height and weight disadvantage, one would think that Gothika would be intimidated…  But intimidation is Gothika’s middle name…  She oozes intimidation from every pore.  She ain't afraid of no Rock Rose.  And with Raynin in her corner to handle any possible low down and dirty shit from Felony Fontanna, and possibly start a little bit of low down and dirty shit of her own, you know things will certainly get way more than interesting!  I can’t wait to see what’s going to come from these tow teams!!  Can you?...





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The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Champion, Gothika.  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.  \'tongue.gif\'  Parental discretion is advised.



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October 17, 2014



Starlight…

Starbright…

Stars align for me just right…

When I step into your sight,

Better prepare for one hell of a fight…

When Sunday comes, Climax Control night…

Rock Rose will scream when she feels my bite!!



Bonjour Tout le monde,



It’s about that time once again… It’s about time for the Angels of the Fallen to step up into the fray and do what we do best, which is lay some hurt on some people.  The management thought that they could break up the bond that was between my partner and me, but…  they should have known better.  Even if Raynin had won the tag team title with Veronica, all that would have happened was… either I would have taken her out and brought the titles completely over to the Fallen, or she would have finally found the spark inside of her which would have been the final screams of the rotted mass of desiccation she calls a soul that she’s got trapped inside of that plastic coated Barbie Doll exterior.



But see, what people don’t get is, when I look at Veronica Taylor, I see what’s truly inside of her.  I see how much she truly despises herself.  How worthless she feels… How when she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t see herself, but an amalgamation of everything everyone else has ever wanted her to be… And she hates herself that she’s let herself become not what she wanted, but what other people wanted.  Had Raynin actually won, the Mean Girls would have really been shit out of luck, because we may have just opened Veronica’s eyes to reality…  Being a Mean Girl truly ain’t no fun.  They’re a contradiction in and of themselves.  All they can do is spark negativity.  They eat, breathe, sleep, and spew negativity.  They wouldn’t have an ounce of positivity between them, and they couldn’t find a true fan even if they were hanging from a ceiling.  



They say if you do it, you're a slut.  If you abstain, you're a prude. If you're straight, you're not creative.  if you're bisexual, you're confused. If you're gay, it's a sin.  If you're skinny, you're on drugs. If you're fat, you look nasty.  If you're dressed up, you're conceited. If you dress for comfort, you're a slob. If you speak your mind, you're a bitch.  If you don't say anything, you're a mouse or rude. If you're nice to strangers, you're a fake. If you cry, you're a drama queen.  If you are female and have a male friend, you're a whore. If you're male and have a female friend, you're a player.

We live in a society where people can't survive without judging other people. I for one don't give two shakes of a fleas ass on a rat's tail what other people think.  Don’t fucking judge me!!  Don’t fucking judge my friends!!  You can’t judge me cause you can’t handle have of the shit I’ve dealth with in my life!  There’s reasons why I do the things that I do!  There’s a reason why I am who I am!  Every up and down... every turn of the wheel we call life that I survive… Every corner I go around… Every obstacle I overcome, every hurdle I vault over… These shape me into the person you see standing in that ring.  If we all went through the same shit, maybe we could all fit into that cookie cutter mold that some people like the Mean Girls think that everyone should fit in…  but that’s the beautiful thing of evolution!  Even two identical embryos , split from the same egg and sperm grow into two completely separate people.  They may be called identical twins, but each has minute differences… one may have a dimple, one may have a beauty mark on her left cheek, one my have a birth mark on his right thigh shaped like a strawberry… One’s eyes may be slightly darker than the other’s, one may have slightly darker hair, or a streak of red that his or her twin may not have in their hair.  It’s that spark of individuality… that uniqueness… that certain flair that makes each of us… EXTRAORDINARY in our own rights.  



The Mean Girls try to claim that they’re some kind of SuperHeros…  But they’re not SuperHeros… Superheros inspire people to do and be better!  They help people… They are compassionate, sometimes sarcastic little shits…  But they’re not there to put people down.  They’re not there to make people feel bad about themselves.  Delia, Veronica, you aren’t SuperHeros… You’re ANTI-HEROS!!  You’re Super Villains!!   You’re the Lex Luthors of the SCW!  You’re so conceited and self absorbed that you think that it’s all about you!  When it’s so far from it!  And once my partner and I have taken care of our… light work with my taking out Rock Rose at Climax Control this Sunday, we’re gonna be gunning for you… Like a bullet straight out of a gun!  An AK-47 filled with Angellic FURY, fueled by the blood, sweat and tears of  our opponents as I run roughshot right over them... and reclaim the gold that has been itching to be wrapped back around our waists.  



You see..  Some people call me a troublemaker...  Some people call me a loose cannon... Some people call me a crazy person who should be locked up so I don't get my hands on anyone.  Ha ha ha... I love the last one...  Crazy...  so priceless... Anyways... THAT'S WRONG MOTHER FUCKERS!! I'm a bitch who speaks her mind and won't take no shit from ANYBODY!   My friends and I... We've always been touted as the meteoric up and comers... The ones who have the highest heights to fly to... The ones who are the most ground breaking...  the most innovating... The big ballers and shot callers of the industry who step into a company and put everyone around us on notice that we're coming for them... And WE BACK THAT SHIT UP!!  Now I'm not saying we're perfect... Everyone has low times... Everyone has shit that they have to deal with.  Everyone has those moments where they feel like they're just going to break into a million pieces, and it is going to take tankers upon tankers of superglue to put them back together...  But it's not about whether you break down, or if you break down... hell, or WHEN you break down, cause everyone breaks down eventually.  It's about how you get backup that matters.  It's about how you pick yourself up from the rubble around you after the entire mountain has crashed down around you, dust yourself off and keep on stepping that matters.  Because the you that comes out of that dust and muck and mire has been forged in fire, and blood, and pain, and anguish, and that version of you is so much stronger than you were before BECAUSE of what you've been through.



I mean let's face it... The world is certainly not all sunshine and rainbows.  It's thunderstorms and rainy days, and hailstorms, and earthquakes and tidal waves.  You... Me... NOBODY is gonna be able to hit as hard as life.  And you know I'm damned sure gonna try...  But it's not about how hard you get hit.  It's about how hard you can get hit and keep on moving forward.  It's about how many times, you don't give up!  It's about fighting not just to survive... BUT TO WIN!!



To put it in Scientific terms…  For a star to be born, there’s one thing that has to happen…  One very important thing…  A gaseous planet has to collapse…  So it doesn’t matter if Raynin has a nervous breakdown or two.  So what?   It doesn't matter if I lose control and go into a frenzy!  Who Cares!!  It doesn’t matter if I slip and gorge myself on the red every now and then.  It simply doesn’t matter.  We can crumble, or collapse… It’s not our destruction.  It’s not us slipping into chaos.  It’s our rebirth into the shining stars that we are becoming.  



Well... I should say... that's what matters for us anyways.  What should matter for our opponents is... just what kind of stars we're becoming.  Because we do tend to see things in a much different light than others.  There's one very interesting point about my friends and I that most people forget.  Oh yes... we clean up nice... We look pretty... We have our goodie two shoes cloak put over us.  We fight the good fight.  But deep down, we know exactly who and what we are.  We stopped looking for the monsters under the bed once we realized they were inside of us.  Some people think that to fight evil, you have to use an even stronger force for good.  But the best way to combat the truly bad monsters is to use an even bigger monster.  And we're the biggest, baddest monsters in this business.  



I mean, doesn't it scare you even the littlest bit to know... everything that we've been through... and we're still smiling?  That should be some serious flags...  I mean, it's partly because I'm strong... yeah, I'm strong... but it's mainly cause... well, let's face it... I'm fucking crazy!  My friends and I are all fucking crazy in our own ways!  And yet, people like Rock Rose still want to stand against us!  Now... If I know it's because they feel like in order to be the best, they have to beat the best...  And we're at the top of the fucking food chain.  But you don't dangle fresh meat in front of a predator and not expect to come out without a scratch.  And yes... Rock Rose will not be walking away from Climax Control unmarked.  I'm hungry... Very... very hungry...  And I can't wait to sink my fangs into some Bombshell Flesh once more.  Come Climax Control, I will dine in a fashion that only a monster can truly enjoy.  Long, slow…  and painful.



C'EST CHIENNES DROITE !! LE MONSTRE DE à l'affût !! Et elle a la nécessité de nourrir !! PEUR !! Ayez très peur!!  {“THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES!!  THE MONSTER'S ON THE PROWL!!  AND SHE'S GOT THE NEED TO FEED!!  BE AFRAID!!  BE VERY AFRAID!!” }





Au Revoir Tout le monde!!





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11
Climax Control Archives / I said what what!
« on: September 26, 2014, 11:59:52 PM »
 Climax Control, 9/28/14


Event: Sin City Wrestling's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 9/28/2014

Place: St. Louis, Missouri
Venue: Scott Air Force Base

Match: BOMBSHELLS TAG TEAM MATCH UP

Opponent: with, Raynin Vs.  AZZ ‘N CLASS’s Chanelle Martinez and Torielle Jackson


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After months of being away, the Angels of the Fallen have come back to the halls of Sin City Wrestling.  And what a shocker!!  Gothika is no longer teaming with her best friend, Diamond!  Instead, there is the return of her friend and protegee, Raynin, who has been locked away in a mental institution for almost a year!  What sparked this return in this manner?  What is the mental state of Gothika’s partner?  And what about Gothika herself?  Racked with her own turmoil, what is her mental state?  I know I can’t wait to find out… Can you?...


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 â€¦  BACK TO NORMALITY… I THINK ...  

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The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Champion, Gothika.  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.  \'tongue.gif\'  Parental discretion is advised.

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September 26, 2014

Bonjour Tout le monde,

It’s been a long road back to this place, this point in time, this moment when I get to say… The Angels of the Fallen are back home in the Sin City Wrestling!!!  All of us!!  Not one or two of us… Not the ones who people think deserve to be here, but all of us…  And I must say, it feels so good to be back.  There were points in time when I’d think to myself…  â€œHey… Gothika… Do you think it’s all going to be worth it?  Do you think that it’s all going to happen just as you picture it in your head… All of the fans will jump to their feet and cheer and clap and be excited to see you and your friends step back into the ring?”  And what I do is I shrug my shoulders and think back to myself…  â€œHell yeah it’s worth it!!  And I know that my fans will do just that!  Our fans are not fickle creatures who change their minds about who their favorite is from moment to moment.  Our fans are fans for life!!  I got emails and letters in the real mail… I mean snail mail!!  For real!!  All of them asking me, when I was coming back… What was happening?...  And when were they to expect to see me back in the ring?...  I mean, who actually takes the time to write a letter anymore, unless they’re mailing out a payment for something?  THAT is dedication!!  And so, I knew that no matter what was happening, I had to come back.  I had to fight, not just for me…  Not just for my friends… But for the fans that were counting on me to come back to this place right here…  The Sin City Wrestling!

Now yes… I know you’re all expecting it to be me and Diamond, because that’s how it’s been for so long…  But after everything we went through to get my girl back… Raynin was my partner when I came here.  She was the first of us here in SCW.  She was the first of us to become Bombshell Champion…  She was the reason for my being here… And as much as I love Diamond, I have to stand by her now.  She’s put in so much effort to be able to come back, and I have to say, I’m proud of her for not giving in when things looked the darkest.  She is worthy of the name she has with us.   She is worthy of the wings she bears.  Diamond has been and will always be my best friend.  But right now… Raynin is my partner.  I trust her.  I’ve always trusted her.  I always will trust her.  I don’t care how crazy she seems, I know she will always have my back.  Once and Angel… Always an Angel.  

Being an Angel is not some flighty thing.  I know some of these tag teams who exchange members like they change their panties, every other month, they have a new partner, or they break up, and get back together.   Hell, they’re like a Bad Romance or something…  That’s no way to form a team.  That’s no way to be able to truly work together and work well together.    And while we may switch up among ourselves, that’s because we all work together… ALL of us.   We’re like interchangeable parts of a giant puzzle… Or like Legos with all of their little connecting dots…  Or like fried peanut butter and bananas sandwiches...  we just  fit together perfectly, and we're hot hot HOT!  I mean us in the ring, when our adrenaline gets going... no matter which one of is in there... It's ELECTRIC!!  It's like wild fire!!  I mean, we're so close knit, it’s like sometimes, we may bust out each other’s finishers… just to show that we can do it too.  'Why is that?'  you may ask...  Well, for no reason other than we can do it.  I mean, of course we know how to do each other's finishing moves.  I mean, why wouldn't we?  We certainly know how to execute them because we helped each other come up with those moves.  We help each other make sure that they’re perfected, and we help each other to train for those moves over and over again.  We show each other how to up the ante on each move, and make it even more spectacular than it was before.  It's why when we step into the ring, we're like a machine..  A well oiled machine... You can't begin to understand just what that means unless you've ever been in a partnership like that.  I mean, we're more than just partners.  We're like family.  Sisters from another Mister and all that good shit.  

So here we are again, we're back into the thick of things as soon as we touch ground.  We come back, and we have to face a pair of females that we've tackled before...   And I do mean tackled before... I think I speared one of them so hard, she practically flew out of her all too short shorts.  I mean, it was all intense and everything at the time, but...  I mean let's face it... We're talking about a couple of women who helped pioneer the Bombshell Tag Team Division here in the SCW.  We were the whole reason why the Tag Team Division was started... We were one of the original Tag Teams of the Sin City Wrestling...  Raynin was the third Bombshell Champion, and that was only because she didn't come into the company at it's inception...  I am a former Bombshell Champion, and we've both held the Tag Team Championships... Hell, I've lost count how many times.  I'm sure I've got it written down somewhere...  And what does that mean for Miss Martinez and Miss Jackson?  That means that they've got a fight like... well, like the others they've had in the past when they've faced us.  I'm sorry to say that it would be business as usual when they face us.  But then, I think they knew that already.

Have these two women bettered themselves in the time we've been away?  Hmm.. Maybe... Quite Possibly.  Have these two women come up with some new tricks that might surprise my partner and my self?  Perhaps.  But what they don't realize and won't come to know until they have stepped into the rings against my friend and I is that we weren't just sitting back twiddling our thumbs while we were away.  Raynin was in a place that none of you would ever like to see...  She experienced things the likes of which would haunt your most frightening of nightmares.  We were gone so long, just so that we could let Raynin try to come back to the reality that she wasn't locked up anymore.  See, being in that place does things to you...  They say that they're fixing you, but all they were doing to her was making her worse.  But that's probably a good thing in the ring.  But you know what girls...


C'EST CHIENNES DROITE !! Je suis de retour !! Soyez prêt pour les DOULEUR POUR COMMENCER!!!  {“That’s right bitches!!  I’m back!!  Get ready  for the pain to commence!!” }

Very soon, the fun will begin again.  Azz 'N Class...  You may respect us... But there's no way you're going to beat us.  The sooner you accept that fact, and take the whoopin' we have in store for you....  Well, I was going to say the better it would be for you but... Nah... It's just nothing but sadness in your future.

Au Revoir Tout le monde!!


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Climax Control Archives / In The Midnight Hour...
« on: March 07, 2014, 11:57:35 PM »
 Event: SCW's Climax Control    DATE: Sunday, March 9, 2014

Place: Bakersfield, California - Venue: Icardo Center    

Match: MAIN EVENT- SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP

Opponent: vs VIXEN  


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Another week looms over the superstars and bombshells of the Sin City Wrestling as the weekly Sunday episode of Climax Control approaches. Everyone's on the edge of their seats to see how things will unfold for the Blast from the Past II Tournament as well as one other match... The upcoming Main Event... The Bombshell Championship Matchup between Vixen and our Vampyric Champion, Gothika!  Vixen has been going on and on about how much she's accomplished in the SCW and she felt that it deserved yet another Championship match...  How will our Champion react?  What will unfold as the time for their climactic battle approaches?  I know I can't wait to find out... Let's see shall we?….


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The scene opens up at the Sin City Wrestling’s Headquarters, with Miss Pussy Willow sitting in an armchair.  She’s got a stack of notecards in her lap, and she’s flipping through them for a moment as if she’s trying to order her thoughts, then she looks up at the camera and clears her throat.

“Hello everyone.  I’m Pussy Willow, and this is a special edition of ‘Behind the Scenes, the Life and Times of the Angels of the Fallen.’  We’ve got an unprecedented moment unfolding at this time.  I’m here in the SCW Headquarters where I’ve been asked to do an interview.  I’m joined here with none other than the Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshell Champion, Gothika, and her partner, Diamond.  Hello Gothika, and welcome.  It’s been a long time since you’ve done an interview.  You are looking beautiful as ever.”

The shot pulls back to show Gothika sitting across from Pussy Willow, decked out in the normal black rubber and patent leather which has been shined up till it looks like new money.  Her rubber corset and bots, while black still stands out in stark contrast to the shininess of the black patent leather of the long sleeved top and the pants she has on.  She’s got the Bombshell Championship title belt sitting in her lap, and her hand is slowly fiddling with it as she sits there.  Her hair is hanging loose around her shoulders and she reaches up to flip it away from her face as she nods slowly.

“Hello Pussycat.  And thank you or the compliment.  It has been quite a while since we’ve done this hasn’t it.”

Pussy Willow actually blushes at hearing herself called Pussycat and shakes her head sowly.

“Now Gothika…  You haven’t called me that in so long!  You’re making me blush!!”

Pussy Willow looks towards Diamond and smiles.

“And you… Diamond, you were a big surprise to the SCW world as you stepped back into the world and onto the Sin City Wrestling’s radar.   Let m give you he official welcome from the interview cast.”

Diamond is wearing a light blue suit with a cream colored satin camisole.  She’s got a silver chain around her throat with a large sapphire teardrop pendant that’s surrounded by diamonds, and matching earrings hanging on her earlobes and a diamond and sapphire tennis bracelet around her wrist.  Her hair has been pulled back in a french twist and she has stray tendrils of curls hanging around her face.  She smiles softly as she nods towards Pussy Willow.

“Thanks so much for the welcome.  It’s my first interview in a long time, so bear with me.  Who knows what I might say.”

Pussy Willow holds up a hand and smiles.

“I’m sure that you’re going to be fine, so don’t worry about it.  Now, let’s get down to the business at hand…”

Pussy Willow lifts her index cards and straightens them out with a tap on her knee, taking  deep breath before she speaks.

“Alright, let’s start with this…  Gothika, how does it feel to be the longest reigning Bombshell Champion in Sin City Wrestling History?”

Gothika chuckles and pats the title sitting in her lap gently.

“How do you think it feels?  It feels amazing!  Since I stepped out on the Sin City Wrestling stage for the first time, this was the goal I was hoping for.  To be not just the Bombshell Champion, but the Bombshell Champion of the ages!!  Misty took the honor of being the first…  but being the first is not the same as being the best!  I’ve made my mark in history in my own way.  I dominate this company’s bombshells!  I am the ruling body of the Bombshell Division, and unlike how others may have been, I’ve done it in a true vampyric and royal fashion… With an iron fist, much blood, much pain and much suffering.  People step out of line, and I put them down with extreme prejudice!  Some might say I’m a bully in the ring…  But truth be told, that’s what needs to happen!  Outside of he ring, it’s a different story.  I’m a Champion for the fans!  I’m someone they can either love to love, or love to hate!  But they all respect the fact that I AM the Champion.  I don’t hide myself from the fans… I’m out there signing autographs, taking photos, mingling…  I do what I have to do and want to do to be there for my fans.”

Pussy nods slowly and flips through her cards a minute.

“Then let’s talk about what happened before the Pay Per View… “

Gothika sighs heavily and shakes her head slowly.

“Do we have to?”

Pussy shrugs and lifts an eyebrow.

“The people want to know…  So you know I have to ask…”

Gothika nods slowly and gestures with her hands.  Pussy takes a deep breath and nods slowly.

“Alright… So there you are in the hospital room with this little girl…  And she asks you a question hat you had a strange reaction to.  She asked you to turn her, and you said no.  Why is that?”

Gothika looked down at her hands and he’s fidgeting them slowly as she blinks rapidly for a minute, then she wrings them so tightly that they turn bright red.  Diamond reaches over and puts her hand on Gothika’s for support.  Gothika looks up at Pussy and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“I’ll answer your question with a question and maybe you’ll understand…  How can I wish this…  All that I am… All of the bloodshed, the terror, the horror on one so young?”

She takes another breath and leans forward in the chair, putting an elbow on the arm of the chair and gesticulates as she talks.

“People see the world of the vampires as what they see on tv and in the movies.  They think it’s all glamorous and cool… It’s twilight or true blood, Being Human, everybody’s beautiful and young forever, not sick, not hurt…  They think that’s how their life as a vampire is gonna be…  But it’s not.”

Gothika sits up again and shakes her head slowly.

“Life as a vampire is not a fix all for everything that’s happening.  If your body is broken before you’re turned, it doesn’t fix itself.  If you have broken your back before you’re turned, you can’t suddenly start to walk again…  If you have brittle bones syndrome, your bones don’t suddenly become stronger.  If you’ve gotten a broken arm, and you’re in a cast, it doesn’t heal itself.  It’s the opposite.  Cuts heal with vampyric blood, but that’s something that has been built into who and what we are to be able to hide our being there if we wish.”

Gothika takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

“If I’d been able to…  If I’d turned that child, she’d be damned to a life in those braces.  Sure she’d still be alive, but she’d be wracked in the pain she’s going through still.  Her bones would stop rotting, but they would still be as brittle as they are now.  She thought that she’d be somehow transformed by my turning her… But she wouldn’t have been.”

Pussy shakes her head and points at Gothika.

“What about you though?  You don’t have that problem.  You said when you were turned, you had this freaky healing factor that you got from it.”

Gothika takes a deep breath and nods.

“I do…  but then, I”m not a normal vampire.  I am a hodgepodge of genetic material.  My vampirism wasn’t contracted in the normal manner.  And I was not given a choice.  This was thrust upon me in one of the most heinous acts imaginable, and while I”ve embraced my condition, I still despise it.  If I had a chance to go back to being normal…  To being simply human… I’d take it in an instant.  Or, at least that’s what I keep telling myself”

Pussy nods slowly and takes a deep breath before she asks another question.

“Alright then…  So, these past few weeks you’ve had request after request by the other ladies of the company to try and claim the spot as the Number One contender for your title.  There’s been the ever present threat of Roxi Johnson, and Necra Octavian Kane has been very vocal in wanting to claim the Bombshell Title for her own.  And now, there’s this newest grab by Vixen, who you will have to face at Climax Control this upcoming Sunday.  What do you think of the sudden push of the other Bombshells to de-throne you?”

Gothika smirks and shakes her head slowly as her eyes start to turn to that eery ice blue color that they go to when she’s agitated.

“How do I feel about it?  Truth be told, I’m excited by it.  I love the competition.  I love knowing that all of the other Bombshells are envious of my position, and want to be me at this point in time.  Necra is chasing a dream of being a grand slam champion, something that Vixen has already achieved…  But think about it like this…  Vixen only became a Grand Slam Champion by riding other people’s coat tails.  And just because she gives good…  let’s just say ‘face’ doesn’t mean she’s worthy of taking me out.  Nor does she truly have what it takes to do it.  She’s face me down over and over again, and every time, all she’s been has been meat for the slaughter. And I know or a fact that this time, it will be no different.  The only thing she should be happy about is knowing that I don’t want to taste her red.  She’s so much of a used glove, I’d be afraid of what I might catch if I tasted her essence.”

Gothika turns to Pussy and takes her hand and slides her fingertips along the back of Pussy’s hand gently.

“Now you my little Pussycat…  It’s been so long since I’ve tasted you my dear…  And you were quite exquisite if I might say so…   You had this…  flavor of desire and and want, underlined with fear and anxiety…  you tasted so delicious….  That’s why I call you Pussycat if you remember.”

Pussy pulls her hand back quickly and blushes deeply again and squirms nervously.

“I remember.  But you’re not supposed to bite me anymore, remember?  The bosses said you weren’t supposed to…”

Gothika throws her head back and laughs, her fangs extending slowly until they are bared at full length and Pussy Willow tries to scoot her chair back away from Gothika who laughs again.

“Don’t worry My dear little Pussycat…  I’m not going to feed from you tonight.  I”ve put myself on a fast when I have a match coming up.  I train and train and get myself good and hungry…  The hungrier I am, the more intense I am in the ring.  Being hungry brings out the blood thirstiness that dwells inside of me, and that translates to a better experience in the ring.  You’ve heard the fans as they scream for more and more…  They want to watch me put my opponents into the Sweetest Embrace and sink my fangs into their throats and enjoy the feel of the sweet red filling my mouth and my senses.  They enjoy watching me tenderize my meal first by beating the crap out of them, and more than anything else, they enjoy me pinning my opponents for the one, the two, and the three and coming out of my matches as the victor.”

Pussy scoots her chair back to where it was and clears her throat a moment.

“Alright… So what about Necra’s request for a shot?  How do you feel about that?”

Gothika grins, her fangs flashing in the light in the room.

“For Necra… I say…  Bring it on.  Do your worst.  I’ve not truly feasted from her…  The thought of what her blood might taste like… I’m curious.  She claims to be the Goddess of the Dead…  But she bleeds red like everyone else.  She may taste like ashes…  Or she may taste better than the sweetest strawberry soaked in champagne and dipped in chocolate.  I won’t know until I have her trapped in my grip and I break her skin with my fangs, and her essence first flows over my tongue.  But I relish the chance to do so.  So of course Necra… I accept your challenge… But don’t think for a moment that you’ll succeed.  Because like you and Vixen, I too have a dream.  I want to have the record of not just the longest Bombshell Championship reign, but longest reigning Champion ever in the Sin City Wrestling…  and that means I have to hold out for another four months to beat out Sinful Obsession’s eight and a half month reign.  So, don’t think that any of you that decide to get froggish succeed.  I am the most ruthless Bombshell Champion to grace these halls…  And that will not stop!  I will rip through all of you like your bodies are made of tissue paper, just on general principal!  And I will revel in your suffering!!”

Pussy Willow clears her throat and blinks quickly before she speaks again.

“Well on that note, it’s time for a commercial.  When we get back, we will speak with Diamond.”

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Climax Control Archives / Diamond rp 1
« on: February 21, 2014, 11:59:50 PM »
 Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 2/23/2014

Place: San Francisco, CA     Venue: War Memorial Gymnasium

Match: BLAST FROM THE PAST II - OPENING ROUND MIXED TAG TEAM MATCHUP

Opponent: with DEREK THORNE vs ETHAN BRODY and DELIA  


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It's the opening round of the Blast From the Past Mixed Tag Team Tournament, and everyone is excited for what's about to go down.  The first set of matches were exciting and have baited the crowd's breaths for what is to come up next.  And this Sexy Mistress of Magic is just as excited as the rest.  The VooDoo Queen has a chance to step into the squared circle pared with the Epic, Derek Thorne.  They get to tussle with Ethan Brody and Delia to see if they're able to advance to the next round.  The only downside though, is she wasn't able to be pared with her Mr. Yummy-kins, Jeremiah, "Big Tiger' Hardin.  That would have been Epicness Personified had it been able to come to pass.  Plus, with Argento gaining a win in his first round match, should Diamond win her match, she could end up standing toe to toe against her BFF's Boyfriend!!   Drama ensues everywhere you go with this tournament!!  But when you think about it...  It's going to be down right AWESOME!!  Let's see what else transpires, shall we...



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Time:
 February 18, 2014...  10:30 AM

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada… Raynin's Apartment Building...  On the Gym Floor...

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It's just not been the best times for our resident Wicked Witch of the East.  She's been keyed up all week.  She's agitated, and in a bad mood.  Her normally gorgeous face is marred with a frown, and she's had her bottom lip stuck out in a sulk so deep, nothing could pull her from it.  And trust me, everyone has been trying to liven her mood.  Not even when Jeremiah decided to do his impression of a banana split and covered himself in ice cream and whipped cream, and placed a cherry in an interesting spot, it only lightened her mood for long enough to enjoy her little sweet treat.  And why was she so upset?  I think we all know why...

Diamond was on the gym floor, taking her frustrations out on the heavy bag in the best way knows how.  She was hitting things with her bare fists.  Well, unless you count tape as something.  She'd started on the wooden strike pole, but stopped when she'd felt the sting beginning along the backs of her knuckles.  The bag was jumping around as she struck it with punches and kicks so fast and hard, that it sounded as if the bag was grunting in pain.  She was covered in sweat because she'd been doing this for the past hour and a half and she was still in a ticked off mood. Finally, she just screamed in utter frustration and did a jumping side kick and sent the bag swinging.

She let the bag swing for a bit longer, then grabbed it, resting her head against the leather, breathing heavily as she closed her eyes and tried to still her storming mind.  At that point, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she didn't even open her eyes for a moment because she knew exactly who it was.

"Jeremiah... I know you are worried about me, but there's nothing you can do or say to make me feel better right now."

She hears him sigh heavily, and she takes a step back and starts hitting the bag again.  Her chest was heavy with the exertion and her hands ached as she knew that underneath the tape on her hands, her knuckles had split open from being hit so much.  Sure enough, the next few strikes left small red smears on the leather and she could smell the scent of blood when she would bring her fist closer to her face.  Jeremiah was standing behind her, watching her as she worked.  She knew he was taking in every inch of her sweat drenched body clad in the dark blue spandex short shorts with light blue accents and the matching halter bikini top.  It was a little less than what she would normally work out in, but she had known she'd be working hard, and she was hot, so she was happy to have on what she was wearing.

"Come on Emme!!  You can't still be mad about the fact that we're not partners for the mixed tag tournament!  It's just a tournament!  It doesn't mean that what we have is gonna be affected in anyway!  It's just business, you know that."

Diamond keeps hitting the bag and her frown deepens slightly before she shakes her head and stops, dropping her hands quickly. She turns around and shakes her head slowly as she reaches out with her aching hand and pokes Jeremiah in the center of the chest.

"You can't be happy that we're not teaming with each other."

Jeremiah shakes his head and sighs heavily.

"Well, no I'm not happy, but I'm sure not everyone is happy.  I mean look at Argento.  He was put in a match with the woman that Gothika calls her 'Nemesis'...   You know he wasn't too happy about teaming with her, but he put up with it and they have made it to the next round."

Diamond nods and sniffs lightly as a stray water droplet tickles her nose.  She reaches up and wipes it away with the back of her hand.

"Yeah... And think about this... I don't mind facing Argento cause he's a friend, and I'm not dating him... But you... "

Jeremiah takes a deep breath and sighs heavily.

"Yeah... If we both win our matches..."

Diamond shakes her head and pokes him in his chest again.

"No... WHEN we both win our matches, that means that we will have to face each other.  Are you really ready to test our relationship with that?  Are you sure you can handle getting your ass handed to you by me an my partner?  Can you really bite your pride down and hug me afterward and kiss me and make me feel better cause I had to beat your partner to a bloody pulp?"

Jeremiah chuckles and shakes his head.

"And what if I end up having to do the same to your partner?"

Diamond smirks and shakes her head.

"I have seen Derek Thorne in action... I'm  not worried in the least with his capabilities.  But as for this... Jade... character... You better tell her to make sure to keep her hands to herself.  If I see even the slightest misstep...  I'll smack a bitch.  And you know this to be true.  I protect what is mine."

Jeremiah chuckles and smirks as he slips his arms around her waist and nuzzles her nose with his.

"Oh, ho ho... so I'm yours now?  You own me?"

Diamond slips her arms around his neck and smirks and licks his lips playfully.

"Oh yes... I've successfully marked you.  I've staked my claim, and you know it.  And if you ever forget just who you belong to...  I have no qualms about re-educating you about that fact."

Jeremiah throws his head back and laughs.

"Well my dear... I don't think I will ever forget.  But you know how much I enjoy your... um... re-education.  Why don't we have a quick little class so you can refresh my memory."

Diamond smirks and pulls herself from his grip and takes his hand in hers, pulling him towards the locker room and the private showers.

"Well, maybe just a little taste... for being a good boy."

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Climax Control Archives / Is it destiny or is it memorex?
« on: January 17, 2014, 11:59:39 PM »
 Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 1/19/2014

Place: Las Vegas, Nevada   Venue: Tryst Nightclup

Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM MATCHUP MAIN EVENT

Opponent: with, MERCEDES VARGAS vs TRACI PATTERSON and NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE  


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My Bloody Valentine is right around the corner, and things are heating up around the Sin City Wrestling.  New faces are showing up, old friends are coming out of the wood work, and the Pay Per View is shaping up to be one for the books!!  Our Vampyric Bombshell Champion is gearing up to step up once more in a tag team match up against the team of Traci Paterson and Necra Octavian Kane.  Only this time, her partner will be someone she’s worked with in the past, Mercedes Vargas.  Will Gothika be able to step up to the plate and come out of this match victorious?  Or will all of her hard work go up in smoke?  I can’t wait for the action to begin!  I know it’s gonna be epic!...


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The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Champion, Gothika.  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.  \'tongue.gif\'  Parental discretion is advised.

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January 15, 2014

Bonjour Tout le monde,

Have you ever wondered what your life would have been like if a single thing had changed in your past?  I mean, something so minuscule, that you don’t think it would make a difference, but in all truth it might change your entire world.  You know… something like, having been born with blue eyes instead of brown, born blonde instead of a brunet or auburn, or been born with b-cup breasts instead of triple d's?  What if you had smaller feet, or bigger for that matter?  What if u had a gap in your teeth, or curly hair instead of straight?  What if you'd been born with the normal five toes instead of maybe six or seven like my friend’s double cousin Buford… That one  still makes me cringe…  Anyways...  What would your life be like if just that one single thing was different?  That's truly something to think about...

Now..  What if it wasn't something small, but something major...  Something like, instead of having an IQ of one hundred ten, you were like me and had an IQ of one sixty-five or more even?  What if you had  been born with athletic prowess, or instead as a klutz?  What if you were born deaf or mute, or blind?  What would your life have been like for you?  What if you were born before your sister or brother, and you were the older sibling instead?

Now let's think even bigger...  What if you were headed to work one day and instead of taking Fifth street, you cut across on Main and went down third?  What if you had worn dress shoes that day instead of your Nikes, and hadn't been able to run to catch that elevator up to your office?  What if your kid had gotten sick, and you had to stay home one day instead of going to a big game?  Or what if in high school your dog really ate your term paper and you'd failed political science that year?

Causality!

Causality is the effect of the choices we make and how they interact with the world around us.  In essence...  The smallest change can alter the course of our destinies.  The smallest change could make us a king or a queen, or a pauper in the streets.  Cause and Effect my friends...  Two of the most dangerous words in the English Language because these two words govern everything around us without us even paying attention to it.  

Now I'm going to let you know why this is such a prominent thought on my mind these days...  There was a point in my past where I could have changed things in my life.  I could have become like you...  someone who sits on the sidelines and just watched as things happened around me.  I could have settled down and become a wife and mother.   I could have become a teacher, a dancer, a martial arts superstar...  There are a lot of things that could have happened, had I simply made another choice...  

But instead, I'm here.  Everything that I've done, everything that I've been through had been to bring me to this place... this moment... this specific point in time...  Every experience I've had to go through has been to create... Me...  the person I am right now...  The woman who has become the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Champion and has held it for almost four months now and who will after  the pay per view, still be Bombshell Champion.  This person that I am is a culmination of every stubbed toe, every broken finger, every pulled muscle, and every ounce of blood, sweat and tears I've shed.  It's the embodiment of every joy and sorrow, every triumph and every loss, every fight I've had to live through... it all has come together in one bad ass sexy vampyric beast of a Champion.  Everything I've gone through has brought me knowledge... It's given me strength of will and and of character.  It's given me the drive and need to go out each and every time I step into the ring and scrap like a mad woman so I can put on the best show I can... and come out of it victorious.  

Bloody Valentine is right around the corner my friends.  A day that has been aptly named as to what I’m planning to do to my opponent is not going to be for the faint of heart.  But the best thing is… I get to give her a taste of what she should expect a few days early.  You see… I’ve been denied my quota of the red stuff as of late.  Roxi has been dodging my fangs, but soon… very soon, I will be able to sink my teeth into something tasty.  Traci Paterson has rubbed my friend the wrong way…  She thought she could step up to the living legend of Female Professional wrestling.. the Wrestling Goddess, and one of my closest friends, Darknyss and come away from it unscathed…  You don’t grim face an Angel of the Fallen and not come away from it tasting shoe leather.  And just like in our last match, when I made her feel the wrath, and she ran from what I could deliver, I will do so again during this match, and every match I have when I stand against her.  Again… cause and effect.. You piss off one Angel, and you put a target on your chest the size of the state of Texas.  Hell, you just change your name to punching bag and be done with it.

Necra… Necra… Necra… oh Necra… You who have tried to stand against me before…  And failed miserably every time that you have…  I will enjoy taking you down and having you looking up at the lights in that dazed and confused way that you can do…  trust me.  I’ve beaten you before, over and over again for a reason, and every time I step out in that ring, I prove that reason… twenty thousand fold.  You believe yourself o be invincible…  And for that reason, you are weak.  No one is invincible.  Hell, I know I’m not…  I don’t try to be.  I don’ want to be.   You see,it’s that knowledge that someone just might get lucky enough to find your kryptonite, that’s what makes me what does work in the ring… very… very… DANGEROUS!!  My few vulnerabilities make me work harder to overcome them.  They make me strive to do better and be better than I am at that very moment… during EVERY moment…  And it’s helped me to accomplish what I have in the SCW and so much more!


JE SUIS LE CHAMPION DES BOMBSHELLS!  DEAL WITH IT BITCHES!!  

And if you didn’t know… now you know.  

Au Revoir Tout le monde!!


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Climax Control Archives / Rollin' With The Punches...
« on: January 10, 2014, 11:59:37 PM »
 
Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 1/12/2014

Place: Las Vegas, Nevada   Venue: Edge Nightclup

Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM MATCHUP

Opponent: with, JOANNE 'THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA' CANELLI vs ROXI JOHNSON and TRACI PATTERSON  


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Things have been up and down for the Sin City Wrestling's Vampyric Bombshell Champion.  With the New Year being over and done with, Gothika's got her mind set in continuing her run as Champion, even knowing that the target on her shoulders is getting bigger and bigger as her reign continues.  The Powers That Be are announcing changes to come to the Bombshell Division.  Will Gothika be able to roll with the punches, and keep the ball rolling on her keeping the Championship?  Or will the upcoming changes be more than what she. An bear?  She's been tossed into a Bombshell tag team match with the 'Jersey Devil Diva',  Joanne Canli against Traci Paterson and the woman who has become Gothika's persona nemesis, the SCW's resident self- proclaimed super hero, Roxi Johnson.  Personally, I think things are about to heat up to a whole new level.  Let's see what happens shall we...


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The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Champion, Gothika.  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.  \'tongue.gif\'  Parental discretion is advised.

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*** An Except from the Online Blog of Gothika  ***

January 8, 2014

Bonjour Tout le monde,

The clock keeps on ticking.  Every second, every minute, every hour, every day there's no stopping the forward motion of the hand as it counts the spans of our lives.  Some embrace the change, some try to fight against it.  All of the makeups and aging creams out there are a testament to that.  Some battle the onward march of time by having their faces lifted, their tummies tucked, and their bobs filled with silicone to battle the sag of age.  And then there are those who have had time thrust upon them in massive quantities...  Then there are those like me...

For me, I don't know what the future holds for me.  as the days go by, I don't see a line, a wrinkle, a grey hair... nothing.  The passage of time has not touched me.   I know this is because of what has been done to me.  My turning was traumatic, devastating, frightening, and one of the worst days of my life.  It cost me more than most could ever imagine, or dare to consider.  I’ve spoken about my turning in the past, so I’m not going to rehash it here.  This is a time for me to discuss more things than just the drama that has befallen me in the pursuit of my life.

One thing my turning has given me is the ability to be adaptable.  It’s given me the ability to be mutable… to go with the flow, and excel when things change for what most people would think to be a negative aspect.  That’s something that makes me stand out, not just as a person, and as a wrestler, but as a Champion as well.  

It’s the ability to roll with the punches that has brought me this far.  I’ve had to endure more changes than most would be able to accept… from my thirst returning in the extreme way that it has, to my partner being ripped from me in such a dramatic manner, to my best friend Diamond returning to the world of wresting to have my back in such an extreme manner.  Most wouldn’t be able to handle these changes… and yet, here I am… still keeping a hold to the Championship, when most would have dropped it long before now.  Here I am… Three months and still counting… And I don’t plan on letting it go quite yet.

But that’s just the beginning of things…

Tag Team matches abound lately…  Week after week, it’s a tag team match, or I’m defending my title.  I’m not complaining… I know that my friend and I are trying to dip our toe back in that division so that we can bring some true prestige to that set of titles once more.  I mean, Misty and Vixen…  They’re trying their best, but domination just ain’t their bag.  They can’t seem to get their groove totally set on like Raynin and I had.  But then…  there has not been a Bombshell Tag Team quite like the Fallen.  We’ve been through hell and back, and kept fighting till we were able to stand up and show our accomplishments.  We’ve had epic matches, and Electrified crowds world wide…  And even though Raynin is not with us right now, The Fallen still fly high.

So, now I have to team with Joanne Canelli… She and I have proven in the past that we can work together when the need arises…  Even though she’s not quite up to the standards of the Fallen., she’ll do in a pinch.   And we have to stand toe to toe against a proverbial thorn in my side…  Roxi.  Roxi Johnson.  That bad penny that just keeps turning up over and over again.  I swear...  I'll give it to her.  She's persistent.  But persistence when you stand against me is just sad.  All you're doing is putting yourself in harms way over and over again.  But Roxi... I'll have no qualms about putting my foot down your throat once more.  And I'll make sure to give your partner Traci a similar treatment.  

All of you bitches who try to stand against me need to remember something very important...

JE SUIS LE CHAMPION DES BOMBSHELLS!  I AM THE SIN CITY WRESTLING’S BOMB SHELL CHAMPION!!  AND THAT’S NOT ABOUT TO CHANGE ANY TIME SOON!!  FUCK WHAT YOU BITCHES THINK!!  NO MATTER WHAT YOU THROW IN MY PATH, I WILL OVERCOME!!  

And you can take THAT to the BANK!

Au Revoir Tout le monde!!


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Climax Control Archives / It's Only Magic...
« on: December 21, 2013, 12:00:22 AM »
 Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 12/20/2013

Place: Las Vegas, Nevada   Venue: Gold Coast Casino

Match: 6-PERSON BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM MATCHUP

Opponent: with Gothika and J.D. Phoenix Vs.  The Foshan Clan Bombshells and Vixen  


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Well now… Since Diamond wasn’t able toseal the deal during her debut match, everyone is wondering what will happen during this upcoming episode of Climax Control, when the Angels of the Fallen have to team with the Kick Ass Bombshell, J.D. Phoenix in a 6-person tag team match against the FoShan Bombshells, Orchid and Song, and one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Vixen! Will history repeat itself, or will the Fallen and J.D. Phoenix be able to work together and be victorious?  Let’s ee what happens…

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All you can see is darkness.  It surrounds everything.  It covers, and stifles the air, hanging oppressively over al you can see…  or not see.  But in the darkness, you can hear the sound of breathing.  The breathing is   rhythmic.  It starts kind of loud at first, until the sound of drums begins.  The drumming is as heavy as the oppressiveness of the darkness.   The beat is in time with the breathing.  Soft and slow at first,  but it begins to pick up speed…  and as the speed builds, so does the sound.

When the drumbeat comes to about the speed of a heartbeat, the chanting begins.  It’s a guttural language, but the chanting matches the rhythm of the drumming.  It starts out with a single voice, but builds and builds until there seems to be a whole crowd of people surrounding you.

{  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…     }

The sound of the chanting increases in volume as the speed increases, and the darkness actually seems to get heavier.  You still can’t see the people who are chanting, but in your heart you can feel them closing in on you.  Circling like sharks on a wounded dolphin, or wolves on a baby doe, waiting for that proper moment to strike and pounce with fangs bared…


{  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…     }

In the darkness, a twin set of eerie green lights seem to glow and move about in the darkness.  It circles around slowly, the only light in the room, but not bright enough to illuminate anything.  The twin lights move in time with the chanting as it builds and crescendos.

{  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…     }

Suddenly, there’s a flare of strange green light as a fire pit in the center of the room is lit, and the flames glow a sickly color.   You can see that we’re in the basement of a building, in  a huge room.  On the floor around the fire pit is a circle, dug into the concrete of the floor with ome kind or gouge, the groove of which is filled with some red substance that you just really don’t want to know just what it truly is.  Around the room, there are men, all in random state of dress.   Some are drumming, others are on their knees, hands raised, and dropping down to the rest their foreheads on the ground as they all continue to chant.  All of their eyes are stark white, as if in a trance or glazed over, and they are moving as if they have no control over their own actions.

In the center of the circle, dancing around the fire pit is the person running the show.  The twin green lights are none other than the eyes of the Sin City Wrestling’s Angel of the Fallen, Diamond.   She’s wearing a white piece of fabric wrapped around her body like a halter top toga, letting it fall to about mid thigh.  She’s barefoot, and her hair is piled up on top of her head, small tendrils of curls falling around her face, framing it.  Her pet snake, Baby is wrapped around her shoulders and body, his tongue flickering in and out in the dense air.  Her body writhes and twists as she dances, leaping through the air, undulating as she dances.  She doesn’t miss a step in her dance as she tosses a handful of crystal dust on the fire and it flares again that sickly green color.   She leans back in an almost impossible back bend and opens her mouth.  Baby slithers up between the swells of her breasts as one of the men outside of the circle uses a long barbecue fork to place a guinea pepper in her mouth.  Their chanting builds and builds as he stands there and chews the pepper, letting it’s heat flood her mouth.   She holds the chewed pepper in her mouth and doesn’t swallow, letting the fires of hell fill her senses.   Baby wraps itself around her neck, and she suddenly stands bolt upright and spits the remains of the pepper onto the fire, and it flares once more as the chanting finally reaches a fever pitch.


{ Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  GUNSTA GRANSTA BRUNSTA FLANSTA UNSTA DANSTA BANSTA DUN!!  DASTOANON!!     }

When the flames die down once more, and you can see, Diamond is standing completely upright, with Baby wrapped around her hips, trailing down her leg as it starts to slither off to the floor.   In front of her rests a white goat.  Or at least that’s what it looks like.  Every now and then, when you look at the goat, it seems to flash to being the form of a bound and gagged young woman who looks surprisingly a lot like Vixen, except for the stray mole on the girl’s face.  Diamond picks up a picture of Vixen, and a picture of Orchid and Song and places them beneath the chest of the goat who paws and tries to bleat, but can’t, as it’s mouth is wrapped in rope.   The goat shies away from Diamond, and as it does, we get that glimpse of the bound woman, shaking her head as her eyes are wide and frightened, and struggles against her bindings, moaning against the tape gagging her, tears streaming down her face.

Diamond lifts a wicked looking dagger with a curved blade, and a green jewel on the pommel.  She lifts it high in the air and leans her head back.

“Oh great loa… I bring you these humble sacrifices of pain and suffering with my pleas… Fill my with your power…   Give me victory over my enemies…   Let them not be able to stand against me and those I care for…  Let us win at Climax Control…  As only you see fit!!”

The chanting starts up once more, and Diamond puts her hand beneath the chin of the white goat.  Again, it’s image flashes back and forth between that of an animal, and the bound form of the woman who looks like Vixen. Diamond leans over and kisses the forehead of the goat and grins wickedly.

“Just like my opponents at Climax Control…  You will be the sacrifice for my ascension into being one of the greatest bombshells in the SCW.  Nothing personal really.  Just…  the way things must be.”

The shot closes in on the dagger as it’s raised high above Diamond’s head, and hangs there…

{ Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  GUNSTA GRANSTA BRUNSTA FLANSTA UNSTA DANSTA BANSTA DUN!!  DASTOANON!!     }

As the last line of the chanting ends,  the dagger falls, and there’s a single shriek as red is splashed on the pictures resting on the floor.  It keeps flowing until the pictures are completely covered.   A red covered hand picks up the photos and they are dropped into the fire and it flares again, and everything is decended into darkness once more.


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It’s late at night, and Diamond is laying in her bed, sleeping.  She’s not sleeping well, as she’s being wracked in a nightmare.  She’s  trembling under her covers, and she tosses and turns fitfully.

"NON PAPA!!  MAMA!!  DON'T LEAVE ME!!  I'M SORRY!!  I TRIED!!  I TRIED!!."

The cameraman continues to zoom in on Diamond's face, slowly watching the glistening tears drip from her eyes, looking almost crystalline in the glowing moonlight.  As he continues to zoom in on her eyes that are clenched tightly shut, a bright blue flash blankets the scene, and when it finally clears, we see Diamond sitting in the center of what looks like a hall of light blue crystal.  Everywhere you turn, you see Diamond reflected in the glass there.  Every once in a while, the scene in one of the mirrors will flash to somewhere, some time else, and we know that we are in the depths of Diamond's mind.  The look on Diamond's face lets us know that she's being bombarded by emotions. Her face is tear streaked and she's sobbing, the sound of her crying echoing through the hall.  She wipes her eyes and sniffs.



“There are just some memories I don’t want to remember…  But these define me as a person…”

Diamond looks at another one of the walls, and the scene there changes as we watch.  We see a younger version of Diamond dressed in blue and white flannel shorts and a grey ribbed belly shirt, her hair pulled back from her face in a pony tail.  She's screaming in horror as what can only be described as monstrous creatures come through the window of the house she's in and chase her around until she comes to a bedroom where a man and woman who are obviously her mother are fighting off other creatures.  As she pulls out the mojo bag, the man and woman are swarmed over, and all that can be seen are their faces which are contorted in screams of pain.  The young Diamond screams in anger and flings sparkling dust at the creatures, causing pieces of them to melt and steam as they continue to swarm over her parents.  Diamond's mother reaches a blood drenched hand out towards her daughter before even that is covered in the creatures.  Diamond is still continuing to throw the dust around and the creatures that are retreating away from her shriek inhuman cries of terror and flee from the house.  As the creatures are fleeing, Diamond slowly sinks to the floor, still throwing the crystalline dust, screaming in rage.  When the house finally falls quiet, all but for the sobbing of the young Diamond, she finally stops throwing the dust.  She looks over at the puddle of creatures that swarmed over her parents, and sees a double hump where you can see that even through their anguish, her father and mother attempted to reach and protect their daughter.  Diamond looks around at the mess and down at herself with a wild look in her eye.

{  I couldn't save them.  All of that power in me and I froze.  My mind went blank.  }

Diamond's face suddenly goes slack and her eyes turn glassy.  She almost seems to not be breathing as she moves and stands slowly with an almost numb expression on her face.  She then walks into her room, collects a bag of things including her journal and photoalbums, not even a single tear falling from her eyes.  She packs up her cd collection and she can hear people wandering outside wondering what is going on.  She sees a neighbor who used to babysit her come in and hears her scream in horror as she sees the mess in her parents' bedroom, then shudders as she continues packing her rolling bags.  She goes through her mother's jewelry and just tosses the entire jewelry box in her bag, including some of her father's cufflinks.  The neighbor attempts to gain her attention, but Diamond waves her off.  Once she's gotten everything she wants, she goes back to her parents' room and just looks around.  She drags the bags out the big hole in the wall and doesn't even look back as she just tosses a handful of the dust over her shoulder and walks on.  As the dust hits one of the piles of goo that was a creature, it ignites and burns.  Soon the fire spreads and engulfs the entire house.  Diamond sets her jaw and watches the flames from her friend's porch, tears flooding down her face.

{  I made a promisee to myself right then and there not to be put in any situation where I would lose my family again.  I stayed with my friend and her parents until I had to move on to my other grandparents, but it just wasn't the same.  No matter what I have gone through… I have always wanted my parents back…  }




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Climax Control Archives / Another Blog Spot...
« on: November 22, 2013, 11:59:43 PM »
 Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 11/24/2013

Place: Hollywood, California   Venue: Vanguard Grand Nightclub

Match: MAIN EVENT:  BOMBSHELL NON-TITLEm TAG TEAM MATCHUP

Opponent: with, Roxi Johnson Vs.  Misty and Vixen  


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I can’t believe it!!  The Angels of the Fallen have lost a key member of their team!  The Rebellious One, Raynin has been taken out of the equation by Mark Ward and Christian Underwood due to attacks perpetrated by The Other upon random people in the company, and it’s left the group a woman down.  With the Fallen an Angel short, how will they cope?  What will happen now that the most Dominant duo has become a One Woman Band?  The Powers That Be have pitted The Vampyric Champion in a match against two women who you know are happy that their biggest completion has been split up.  Gothika is set to see action against the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Misty and Vixen in a Non Title Tag Team Match, and her partner is none other than the person who would love most to see her fail…  The Self Proclaimed Superhero herself, and the woman that Gothika took the Bombshell Championhsip from, Roxi Johnson!!  Will the two women be able to work together to come out with a win? Or has Mark Ward and Christian Underwood just put Gothika in a three on one handicap match?  The plot thickens as the Wrestling World Turns….  Let’s see what happens shal we?....


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The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Champion, Gothika.  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.  \'tongue.gif\'  Parental discretion is advised.

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November 18, 2013

Bonjour Tout le monde,

So…  Those that control the Sin City Wrestling have struck a blow that cuts so deep inside of me,…  They’ve taken my partner from me.  They’ve locked her up and tossed away the key.  They’ve come to realize that one of the key strengths of The Fallen is our togetherness.   It’s the fact that we stand as one against our opponents. Unlike most, we don’t care who gets the pinfall, as long as we get the pinfall.  It’s the fact that we win that matters the most to us.  We’ve learned to play off of our strengths to compliment each other… We’ve trained our asses off to get to that point.  Merde!!   Ma sœur, mon partenaire, mon ami a été pris de moi et mes douleurs cardiaques à cause de cela!  { Shit! My sister, my partner, my friend was taken from me and my heart aches because of it! }

However, they’ve made one grave miscalculation.  And that was that they did not take me down along with my partner!!  If the Powers that Be want to bring to a screeching halt the meteoric rise of the Angels of the Fallen… or better yet, the Meteoiric and Destructive descent of the Fallen upon their unsuspecting victims in the Bombshell Division of the Sin City Wrestling, then they should have not just taken out one of us, but ALL of us!!  You see, even if one of us falls, that doesn’t mean that we all hang our heads in despair and rend our clothes and gnash our teeth!!  On the contrary my friends… That means that we knuckle up, and push that much harder!!  That means that we dig down way deep into our cores and we pick up the slack and we keep on going!!  Because it’s not those that strive towards the goal that matters… but the goal itself!!  And that is to put the names of The Fallen on EVERYONE’S LIPS!!  That is to make the names of The Fallen UNFORGETABLE!!  It’s to make the reputation of The Fallen as the most Dominant, the most feared, and the most EPIC group to grace the squared circle in the Cin City Wrestling, and I’ll be DAMNED if I stop pushing towards that goal!!

Regardless of if Raynin is there with me or not, that doesn’t change one very crucial fact.  That fact is that I AM the Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshell Champion!   My skills as a wrestler…  As a SINGLE’S wrestler are second to none!!  I’m the best of the best in this company, and I plan on proving it once again!!  

You see, Darknyss and I learned a very important and crucial thing a long time ago.  Oh yes, we’re no spring chickens, nor are we rookies in the ring.  You see, we learned that when it comes to what you want in the world of Professional Wrestling as well as in life is not always what you get.   We learned that bullshit walks and money talks, and depending on whose ass you kiss or kick, you either get a brown nose or a big pile of crap on your shoes.   Or if you’re lucky and you happen upon the golden goose, you end up with a pile of gold… but either way it goes, you’ve gotta choose what you’re about.   Do you get where you’re going by brown nosing, and schmoozing your way, or by sleeping your way to the top, or do you get there, kicking and screaming, and fighting, and scrapping, digging and clawing your way to the top of the game.  

Well, you all know which option my friends and I took.   We’ve never sunk down to the level of some of these females out there.  We’ve always stood our ground and stood up for what we believed.  We worked our asses off to get where we’re at now, and we’re not gonna stop.  We don’t care who you team us up with.  We know that we’re strongest when we’re teamed with each other, but put us with our worst enemy, and we’ll still go out there and put our butts on the line.  We will give that much more because we know we’re at a handicap, working with someone who only THINKS that they know what we’re about.  But we will still step up.

Misty and Vixen think that I’m at a disadvantage because I’m without my partner.  But the truth of it is, I’m even more dangerous without her.  Why?  Because of how she was taken from me, that’s why.   Oh, you both think that because I’m teaming with someone who can’t stand my guts, and who has it out for me as much as the two of you, that I’ll want to just turn tail and head for the hills.  Au Contraire…  Because of what happened, it makes me just want to fight that much harder.  You may have the numbers on your side, but you’re not even one tenth as pissed off as I am right now!   Roxi Johnson…  All I have to say is, if you think you might slip up in this match, then don’t even step up.  Because I’ll steam roll over you just as hard as I’m planning on doing to Misty and Vixen!  

You see, I’m out to prove that no matter what you do to the Angels of the Fallen, you just won’t be able to keep us down!   You can kicks us, punch us, knock us down on the cold concrete, and it won’t stop us…  Pricks us, make us bleed, break our bones, and destroy our bodies, and we’ll just knit ourselves back together and come back for more!!  You can try to take one of us out of the equation, but it simply won’t matter, cause another will step up to take our place!!  We’re like freakin’ BAY BAY’S KIDS!!  WE DON’T DIE, WE MULTIPLY!!  WE SPAN THE GLOBE, AND BACK AGAIN!!

Some want to know why it is… Well, this might shed some light on the subject…



Le Credo Des Le Fallen  {The Creed of the Fallen}:

Nous réussissons ensemble, nous ne parvenons pas ensemble. Nous montons ensemble, nous mourrons ensemble. Nous nous élevons ensemble, nous volons ensemble. Nous gagnons ensemble, nous dominons ensemble. Mais toujours, nous sommes ensemble. Un cœur, une passion, un même objectif!  Amis pour la vie, les sœurs de la vie, les anges pour la vie!  C'EST la façon des Le Fallen!  

{ We succeed together, we fail together.  We ride together, we die together. We rise together, we fly together.  We win together, we dominate together.  But always, we are together.  One heart, One passion, One Goal!!  Friends for life, Sisters for life, Angels for life!  THAT is the way of The Fallen!! }

WE WON’T STOP COMING!!  NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO TO US, NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY….  YOU WILL NOT STOP US!!!!  

Nor me, Bitches.  

Au Revoir Tout le monde!!


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Climax Control Archives / Gothika RP 1
« on: November 08, 2013, 11:59:13 PM »
 Climax Control, 11/10/13


Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 11/10/2013

Place: Reno, Nevada   Venue: Reno Sparks Convention Center

Match: BOMBSHELLS TAG TEAM MATCHUP

Opponent: with, Raynin and Lizzzie “The Prodigy” Short Vs.  Roxi Johnson, Joanne “The Jersey Devil Diva” Canelli, and Emma Rose  


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Since winning the Bombshell Championship, the Vampyric Angel has been on a bit of a roll.  She’s defeated everyone that’s decided to step up against her and in proper fashion…  Meaning she’s handed every opponent she’s had their asses on a silver platter. And she’s planning on doing the same thing once she steps into the ring against Roxi Johnson, Joanne Canelli, and Emma Rose.  But what is running around in the back of her mind is the ability of her tag team partner, Raynin.  Will Raynin’s mental instability work for or against the team that she’s participating in?  Will Lizzie Short be able to mesh with the former Bombshell Tag Team Champions?  Or will everything fall apart?  I can’t wait to find out… Can you?...


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The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Champion, Gothika.  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.  \'tongue.gif\'  Parental discretion is advised.

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*** An Except from the Online Blog of Gothika  ***

November 7, 2013

Bonjour Tout le monde,

Have you ever had that one moment in time when everything just… clicked?  That one moment when the cards seemed to fall in place so perfectly…  All of your ducks are in a row… and all you can do is just sit back and watch everything just tick tick tick like dominoes falling one after another.  That was what it was like when I won my Bombshell Championship.  I stepped out into the ring, and I let loose like a hurricane on an unsuspecting seaside town.  I was like Hurricane Katrina and Sandy all wrapped up into one when I stepped up against Roxi Johnson.  And since then, she’s tried everything that she could to try to take me down… And every time she has, she’s wound up with nothing but a big fat goose egg, as well as the knowledge that she’d failed at her latest attempt to take me down off of my pedestal of triumph.  

Roxi Johnson…  My newest favorite punching bag.  So far, you’ve been lucky…  Every time I’ve tried to taste you, you’ve found a way to slip through my fingers.  But even though I have not been able to taste your essence on my tongue, I still have been able to overcome you and take that which you have found so necessary… That which you’ve found so…  needed… That which you’ve coveted as much as everyone else in this company…  That’s right.  You may not have been bitten quite yet… And I do mean quite yet… But you have been BEATEN… and quite summarily… over and over again.  Doesn’t it sting… Doesn’t it seem like a big slap in the face to have tried so hard to hold onto that which you felt so possessive over be taken by someone that no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to best?   Oh, you’ve gotten a win over me…  once…  I guess you could say I was feeling benevolent…  I wanted you to have that small taste of victory… that one little bit of hope that you could stop me from taking what for you was the symbol of the height of your career…  That way, when I took it anyway, and you failed to best me any other times, it would make your defeat that much more sweet.  You see… you may have had a single win… but since then, you just can’t seem to get the job done.   Doesn’t that just stick in your craw?  Doesn’t it just send your mind over into that place of uselessness and hopelessness because you know that as long as I’m the Bombshell Champion… You won’t be able to get your hands on the title ever again.  Oh, I know that the Powers that Be want to give you a rematch.  They think that you’ve still got what it takes to topple me off of my proverbial mountain… But you and I both know the truth. When everything is said and done… All you are is a spandex clad lump.  And when we stand in the ring in this tag team match come Sunday… I will prove that fact once again.  Oh, and I do plan on making sure that I will finally get my taste of you.  My friend, Raynin, Lizzie Short and I will tenderize you properly…  We will beat you with our fists.  We will stomp you with our feet.  We will crush your body so that when I do taste you, your blood will flow easily.  We will flavor the red within you with fear, and despair, and pain.   And I know that finally sinking my fangs into your flesh… tasting your essence…  Feeling it run over my tongue and down my throat will fill me with such an intense feeling of pleasure, that beating you in the process, and pinning you for the win, will be icing on the cake.   But it won’t just be you that will be brought to the platter.  Oh now Roxi.   Because you are bringing along a couple of party guests.

So now…  Because she’s had such a hard time getting a win over me one on one, Roxi has gone through a series of tag team partners, thinking that if she brings along a little bit of help, that she can put the boots to me and stop the reign of terror that I’ve decided to bring down upon her head.  She’s conned a new set of lambs to bring to the slaughter.   Let’s start with the first one…  

Joanne Canelli, the self proclaimed Jersey Devil Diva.   The woman who has run, ‘Quote, unquote, the Family’ for… A-B-C, X-Y-Z number of years, has a whole host of skeletons in her closet, is supposed to be the most dangerous Bombshell in the company…  et cetera, et cetera, et cetera…  All of this posturing… All of this self bloating… All of this…  boosting up of your ego, and yet, I’ve done the one thing that you claim is not possible.  I have continually had your number.  I had your abilities pegged the first time I stepped into a ring against you.  At one point in time, my friends and I actually thought that you might be a good… what would be a good word for it… A good asset to our little family, seeing as you understood the necessity of having people who are loyal and will always have your back.  However, the first time you had the chance, you turned your back on all of what could have been.   You were opportunistic, you were deceitful, and you were looking out for only one person, and that was yourself.  And while those can be qualities to admire, we realized one very important fact…  You didn’t have what it took to be truly great.  You didn’t have that… that oomph… that need… that drive to push you to the top and hold it.  I mean sure… you had a bit of a spark… but a bit was not enough.  You need to be a shark with the scent of blood in the water and on the prowl!!  A fuckin’ barracuda in the ring!!   A piranha that’s ready to sink it’s teeth into anything and everything!!   But you were lacking that instinct that would take you to greatness!    Basically, you were missing that certain…  Je ne c’est pas.  That intangible thing that turns you from just another critter in the pile to an Alpha Bitch!!  You see me… I command respect!  I DEMAND respct!  And when I don’t get the respect I deserve, I TAKE IT!!  I take it through brute force and domination!!  My entire team is like that!!   We’re ALL Alpha Bitches!!   And we band together because we knew that fighting one another would be pointless.   Why tear each other up and allow for some unworthy little piece of nothing pick up what pieces we left by the wayside.  And so we came together to become the most Dominant Female Force in this company!!  In ANY company we are in, we do the same thing!!  We step up and we blow the others out of the water!!  

Don’t you get what I’m saying?  We thought that you had the potential to be one of us, but you showed us that you were just like all of the other sheep out there!!  You were nothing but meat for the beasts in us!!   You were not destined for greatness, but to become nothing but another sacrificial lamb to the greatness that is The Fallen!  But who knows… maybe one day, you can show us that spark that you’re missing… We will have to wait and see.   But for now, all you are is just cannon fodder for our guns.   We will trample you into the dust…  And see if you can remake yourself into the image that we once thought you could be.  

So at Climax Control, don’t be upset when we take you to the extent of human suffering and leave you dangling on the precipice so that we can enjoy your torment.  Mmmm, I will make you feel the Sweet Surrender and enjoy the flavor of your horror.

And now we move on to number three in this little group.  The newbie who put on a good showing last week…  Emma Rose…  Mmmm, there is nothing like introducing myself to fresh meat.  I love it.  I love seeing the spark of fear in the eye as I display what I’m capable of in the true fashion of The Fallen…  by going out there, putting the boots to you with extreme prejudice.  There’s not really much I can say about you Emma Rose.  I think you put on a very dynamic and impressive display.  Of all of our opponents, I think that you’ll be the one that will carry the team upon which you’ve found yourself.  I’ll be surprised if you don’t make a serious impression on this company.  But in the end, you’ll be nothing but another lamb for the slaughter.


You see, it’s because my partner and I are a well oiled machine.  And Lizzie Short… well, she’s just as capable as the rest of you… But still, you’re stepping into the ring with he best Bombshell in this company.  When it’s all said and done, there’s only one comment I can make that says it all…

JE SUIS LE CHAMPION DES BOMBSHELLS!  DEAL WITH IT BITCHES!!  

Such an all encompassing statement, don’t you think?  It  puts everything into perspective.  The Angels of the Fallen and Lizzie Short will see you in the ring at Climax Control girls.   Make sure you eat all of your Wheaties, get enough fatty acids in your diet, take your vitamins, and get plenty of rest.   Because when you Feed My Need…  I want it to be more than a snack.

Au Revoir Tout le monde!!


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Climax Control Archives / Raynin Rp 1
« on: November 08, 2013, 11:55:00 PM »
 Climax Control, 11/10/13


Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 11/10/2013

Place: Reno, Nevada   Venue: Reno Sparks Convention Center

Match: BOMBSHELLS TAG TEAM MATCHUP

Opponent: with, Gothika and Lizzzie “The Prodigy” Short Vs.  Roxi Johnson, Joanne “The Jersey Devil Diva” Canelli, and Emma Rose  



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The Powers that Be in the Sin City Wrestling decided to give the Rebellious Angel a pass.  They had her locked up for all of the attacks that have taken place over the past few weeks.  Our resident Rebel has apparently been randomly attacking stagehands and workers without any of the other Angels finding out.  But they granted a reprieve….  That’s right, Raynin will be in action at Climax Control, as she and her partner, the SCW’s Bombshell Champion, Gothika team with ‘The Prodigy’, Lizzie Short against two women that the Angels have lots of experience defeating, Roxi Johnson and ‘The Jersey Devil Diva’, Joanne Canelli, along with a new cog in the works by the name of Emma Rose.  With Raynin’s mental stability hanging in the balance, will she be able to keep it together long enough for the trio to get a win?  Or has the demon residing within Raynin taken hold enough for her to lose grip on reality all together…  Let’s find out shall we...


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The following scenes contain content which is extremely graphic in nature.  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.  \'tongue.gif\'  Parental discretion is advised.

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Time:  November 4, 2013, 7:30 PM...  

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada…   Location:  Our Lady of Mercy Hospital for the Clinically Insane…  In Doctor Cliff’s Office…  

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The place was stark white.  All around, all you could see was white.  White floors, white walls, white ceilings…  White doors with chrome handles that reflected the white on white over and over again.  The information desk was white, and even the computers sitting upon that desk was white.  Even the people working behind the desk were wearing white.  It was an attempt at conveying serenity and purity upon those inside.  

The trio of women walked slowly up to the information desk and waited for the nurse behind the desk to realize that hey were there and waiting to be acknowledged.   The nurse was on the phone, chatting in a soft voice with someone on the other end, and paid the trio of women no attention.  When they’d been waiting for longer than expected, one of them cleared their throat to get the nurse’s attention.  The nurse held up a finger, and the trio of women all rolled their eyes, almost in the exact same way at the exact same time.  The nurse finally ended her conversation and hung up the phone to turn her attention to the trio of women standing before her.

They looked nothing alike, and yet, she could tell that they were all of a single mind.  The look on each of their faces was of concern.  She cleared her throat and attempted to smile as comfortingly as possible.

“May I help you?”

The tallest of the trio stepped forward an took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“Yeah, I hope you can.  We are here to see about a patient that was brought here last week.  Her name is Raynin…   A doctor named…  Doctor Cliff called and requested that we come see him.”

The nurse nodded slowly and started typing on the computer.  

“Of course…  I’ll need to have your names so I can see if you’re on the list of approved visitors.  I’ll also need each of you to sign in, and I will need your photo ID’s for confirmation.  Once I have those you will need to each sign a waiver, and I will provide you with locker keys.  You may take nothing in with you…  Apparently except for the camera.  This is strange… We normally don’t allow anything at all…”

The tall woman looks a bit flustered, but she nods slowly.

“Yes, I know it’s strange, but…  you see, we’re with the Sin City Wrestling.  We have to be followed all of the time.  Doctor Cliff was made aware of the situation, and he okayed for our cameraman to come with his camera.”

The nurse nodded slowly, then shrugged.

“Well, I’m not a wrestling fan, so I have no idea what this is all about.”

The tall woman chuckles a bit and speaks again.

“It’s almost like a reality show.  You know… they follow us around and put our life out there for everyone to see.”

The nurse frowns a bit as she starts putting paperwork on white clipboards.

“Doesn’t that get a bit.. tedious?”

The tall woman sighs heavily and nods.

“Extremely.  But it is what it is.  I’ve been doing this for almost fifteen years now, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

The nurse smiles and places the clipboards up on the counter of the information desk and sits back down in front of the computer.

“Well, you enjoy your job.  That’s the important thing.  Now…  I need each of your names so I can print out nametags for you.  You must keep these nametags on at all times.  You will also be outfitted with a visitor’s bracelet.  You will not be ale to get in or out of the facility without the bracelet.”

The tall woman steps up and picks up one of the clipboards and pulls out the attached pen and starts to fill out the paperwork.   The other women pick up their clip boards and step back from the counter.  When she finishes, she hands the woman the clipboard.

“I’m Darknyss.  I know the paperwork says something different…  It’s a wrestling name…  It’s all I can say.”

The second woman steps forward, her skin pale and a hint of fang which makes the nurse gasp a bit.  

“I’m Gothika.  And before you ask, yes I know I’m pale, and yes, you see fangs.  I haven’t eaten this morning cause I’ve been a bit flustered about everything that’s going on, and I’m hungry.  But don’t worry…  I won’t cause trouble.  I want my friend out of here as quickly as I can get her out.”

The third woman steps up to the desk but she looks extremely distracted.  She’s looking around the foyer as if she’s looking for something.  When she sets down her clip board, she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment.  When she opens hereyes, the nurse screams as she notices that the woman’s eyes have changed from an almost golden color to a green so bright, that they appear to glow.  The woman holds out her hand and shushes her.  When she speaks, there’s a hint of a creole accent that’s been worked hard at hiding to her voice.

“Shhhh chere…  Don’t you worry…. I know it’s a shock when you feel something like that…. That evil energy is swirling all around this place…   But, truth be told, I’m surprised that you don’t feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing all of the time. “

The nurse puts a hand to her mouth and gasps again as the woman’s eyes turn back to that golden brown color.

“Your…. Your eyes!!”

The woman smiles sweetly and blinks her eyes slowly.

“Yeah, freaky ain’t they.  Anyways, my name is Diamond.  Now, if everything is ready, let’s go on and get this visit over with.  Which way do we go.”

The nurse puts their badges on the table along with their armbands and locker keys and points to a hallway to her left without saying another word.  The trio of women walk down the hallway and come to a rom filled with lockers of various sizes.  They deposit everything, then lock the lockers, and follow the signs posted on the walls to a far door where a guard is standing.  He takes their keys one at a time and places each person’s armband on their wrist, and scans it with a hand held scanner before letting each person through the door one at a time.  Behind the door is another hallway.  At the end, there’s a set of white bars.  When they get to the bars, another guard scans the armbands, then opens the door to let them all in.  He points down the hallway and nods slowly.

“Doctor Cliff’s office is number one fifteen.  It’s down this hallway, third door on your left.”

The women all head down to the door and from behind it, they can hear the chanting that they’ve become so accustomed to.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…



Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!



Darknyss lifts a hand and knocks on the door.  The chanting stops, but only for a moment.  It picks right back up with only skipping the one beat.  The trio step through the doorway as they’re asked to enter.   There, behind the desk sits a man in his fifties, wearing a labcoat.  He stands and extends his hand.

“Hello ladies.  I’m Doctor Heath Cliff.  I’m the resident psychiatrist here.  You three must be Darknyss, Diamond, and Gothika.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.  Please, have a seat”

The three women look over at the seats in front of the desk and each takes a seat.  As one, they all look to their left at the fourth seat that is occupied.   Raynin is sitting there, her wearing a straight jacket, bound and trussed up almost like a turkey.  She’s got he feet up on the chair, her knees to her chest, and she’s rocking slowly as she repeats the chant that has filled her days over and over again.  The doctor takes a deep breath and pulls out a chart, setting it on the desk in front of him before he temples hi hands and starts to speak.

“Well, as I told the CEO of your company…  Raynin here is a deeply troubled girl.  She’s deep in a delusion and it’s not looking as if she will be able to come out of it.  She’s certainly got multiple personality disorder.   But her personality manifests in her delusion as a…  a malevolent spirit.  A… A demon from the very pits of hell.  She believes she’s… well, for lack of a better word, possessed.   And while I’m okaying for her to be released in your custody because of the court order that Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood sent, I am stressing against you all it.   Miss… Raynin is an extremely troubled individual, and unless her delusion is broken,  no one can guess what her reactions will be to stimuli.  Right now, we have her on medications meant to calm her, but they are appearing to have no effect.“

Darknys chuckles and shakes her head slowly.

“Doc, you’re saying that you don’t believe her.  Look, we know about the other Raynin that exists inside of her.  We’ve come to deal with it.  What I was hoping you could do was help HER to deal with it.  Hell, I could have told you that meds wouldn’t work on this because it’s not a chemical disorder that you’re dealing with!”

The doctor picks up a pair of glasses from his desk and an ink pen and starts to write on a pad.

“So, you’re saying that you believe in her delusion?”

Diamond looks at Raynin, then back at the doctor with a look of shock.

“Are you saying that you don’t believe that?  Listen to her doctor.  That voice that’s coming from her… it’s not her own!  If you don’t wake up and face the truth of this situation, and try to help her suppress the Other…   who KNOWS what she’s capable of?!!”

Diamond stands and walks over to Raynin and puts a hand on her head, and closes her eyes for a moment.  Raynin freezes like an electric shock has gone through her as soon as Diamond touches her head.  Diamond’s eyes flash open, and go that glowing green color, this time, it’s bright, like a couple of Christmas lights are in her eyes.  The doctor jumps in shock and screams.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?  WHAT ARE YOU?  HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

Darknyss leans forward and brings a hand down on the doctor’s desk sharply to bring his attention back toher.

“Hush up now Doctor.  Diamond is… for lack of a better word, she’s a VooDoo Priestess.  She can do things that you can’t.  She can see things… She can tap into forces that you can’t even imagine.  She’s tried to help Raynin get a handle on this thing that’s got it’s hooks in her in the past, but has only been able to suppress it, not get rid of it.  Now, why don’t you just sit ack, relax, and let Diamond see what she can find out.”

Diamond’s body starts to tremble visably as she concentrates on what is happening within her friend’s head.  As she is standing there, Raynin slowly turns her head and a sibilant laughter starts to emanate from her throat.   She starts to chant again as she stares at Diamond.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…



Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!



Diamond’s trembling starts to get more intense, and her body almost begins to look like it’s convulsing as Raynin’s chanting gets more and more loud.  The color of Diamond’s eyes brightens until you can see what looks like green spotlights on the wall opposite her, and her whole body is shaking like it’s lit up with electricity.   The sibilant laughter starts again, as Raynin chants faster and faster.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…



Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!



A single drip of blood starts to flow from Diamond’s nose and her eyes widen even more as you can tell she’s trying to hold onto whatever she’s doing.  She slowly turns her face towards Raynin and struggles to speak.

“Yu… yu…. You ca… can…. Cannot ha… ha… have her!!!”

The sibilant laughter comes bubbling out of Raynin’s throat again, and even as the laughter rumbles out of her, the chanting doesn’t stop.  It’s like there are two voices coming from her throat.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…



Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!




”Do you truly think that you can stop me you bitch of a witch?  You have no idea who I am!  I am the beast from the pit!!  I am the thing which everyone fears!!  I am going to have this bitch, and when I’m done with her, I will continue on with the world!!”
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Diamond struggles to speak as she continues to fight the thing that’s within her friend.

“Bu…. Bu… But I… I know that you wa… wan… want to get back into the ring so th… that you ca… can try to get another bu.. bu.. belt.  I know that’s wha… what you want…  If sh… sh… she’s locked up, you can’t do that.  Ya… Ya… You have to let go of her so she can get back into the ring.”

The chanting picks up in volume and speed, and an evil smile spreads across Raynin’s face.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…



Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!




”You make a valid point witch.  I will let the meat go for now…  Just for now… so that she can get my precious back around my waist.  But you have not seen the last of me.  I am always just behind her eyes.”
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The chanting picks up speed until Raynin’s lips look almost like they’re not moving at all.  It goes up to a high pitch, and gets so loud, that everyone but Diamond has to put their ands over their ears.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…



Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!



Suddenly, Raynin slumps to the side, and Diamond collapses to a heap on the floor.  Darknyss grabs some tisues from the doctor’s desk and he looks at the trio of women in shock.  He suddenly jumps up and points at Ranin.

“You keep her away from me!!!  She’s yours!!  The paperwork is already filled ou!!  Get that… that…. Whatever she is the hell out of my hospital!!”

The doctor backs up to the wall and Gothika chuckles, arinning wickedly to him.  She quirks her eyebrow at him and shaeks her head.

“Welcome to the world of The Fallen…  Monsters Elite.”

She lets her fangs drop quickly an hisses at the doctor, and he shrieka, and faints to the ground as the scene faces out.

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Climax Control Archives / A Changing of the Guard...
« on: October 25, 2013, 11:59:53 PM »
 Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 10/27/2013

Place: Las Vegas, Nevada   Venue: Blood Village

Match: CLASH OF THE BOMBSHELLS TAG TEAM MATCHUP

Opponent: with, Mercedes Vargas Vs.  Misty and Vixen  


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SHE'S DONE IT!! SHE'S DONE IT!!  THE VAMPYRIC ONE HAS DONE IT!! SHE'S BECOME THE SIN CITY WRESTLING'S BOMBSHELL CHAMPIPON!!  That's right…  The Vampyric Angel has become the Champion!!  And now the target is square upon her shoulders...  What will happen next?  Let's find out shall we?...


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Time: October 21, 2013…  10:30 AM

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada…  Sin City Wrestling's Headquarters...
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The trio of Angels have finally landed back on US soil.  And while there have been ups and downs, thrills and chills, changes in careers, and new Champions named and crowned, they knew that they were extremely happy to be back at home.

Raynin had gone straight to the vet's to pick up her cat, and took him back home where they'd curled up in bed and she'd fed him exotic fish that she'd brought back home from the trip.  Darknyss had called up her fiancee, Dark Tiger, and spent the past few days on Skype, getting reacquainted with one another.  Gothika had gone over to Argento's apartment and spent a few days wrapped around him like leather on a Dominatrix.  But now, it was time to get back to business.

Darknyss had gotten a call from the Powers that Be in the Sin City Wrestling, asking for the Angels of the Fallen to make an appearance at the headquarters that morning, and as much as the others didn't want to go in, they'd pulled themselves away from what they were doing to show up at Mark Ward's office.  Right now, they were a little bit early, so they'd decided to stop and enjoy a bit of the Vegas Sunshine before they went inside of the building.

They'd decided to ride their motorcycles since it was such a beautiful day, and the trio of Angels were decked out in their leathers of various colors as they climbed off of their Kawasaki Katanas.  Darknyss was decked out in dark and light purple leather jacket with black leather pants and boots and a black helmet with a light purple dragon decorating it.  Her bike was black with a matching purple dragon on the tank and chrome accents.  Raynin was dressed in red and black leathesrjacket, with black leather pants and boots, with a basic black helmet.  Her bike was black with red flames decorating the tank.  Gothika was dressed in her normal attire of black leather pants and shirt, with a black rubber corset around her waist.  She's wearing knee high black leather boots with silver buckles, and she's got a black leather trench coat on.  She's not wearing a helmet, and instead is wearing a pair of black wrap around glasses, and her hair whips behind her as her coat blows back in the wind.  As the trio pull up to the parking lot, Gothika looks over at her friends, and hops off of her bike, taking her title out of the compartment under the seat and starts to head of towards the front door before the others can barely get their engines turned off.  Raynin pulls off her helmet and sighs heavily as she run her finger through her hair.

"Gothika!!  Hey!  We said we're sorry1!  I thought you'd forgiven us by the time we'd gotten back from the trip!  You've been in such a good mood!  What's wrong now?!"

Gothika turns around and shakes he head as her partners run to catch up with her.  She holds a finger up to Raynin and shakes it at her partner.

"I still can't believe that you two interfered in my match at the Pay Per View like that…  That was MY Moment!!  It was MY TIME to do what I needed to do and prove that I had what it took to win!!"

Raynin throws her hands up in the air and stomps up to her friend.

"Look… We apologized!!  Over and over and over, we apologized!!  What more can we say?!!  Look, you got the title… and THAT is what matters!!"

Gothika looks at her title and shrugs.

"Yeah…  You're right… But it makes me look like any of the other champions that used to hold this title… I wanted to be better than them."

Darknyss puts her hand on her friend's shoulder and turns her back around as they all head towards the building.

"But you ARE better than everyone else…"

Raynin holds up her hand and quips out quickly.

"Except me!!"

Gothika looks over at her friend and sticks out her tongue, but Darknyss continues what she was saying.

"Yeah, except for the might mouse over there…  But look… so we helped you out a little bit…  What are you going to do about it?  Are you going to give the title back?"

Gothika looks at Darknyss in shock.

"Say what?!!  Give the title back??!!!  Are you high or something?  What the hell have YOU been smoking?"

Darknyss frowns and shakes her head as the trio walk through the door and down the hallways towards Mark Ward's office.

"Um… no I'm not, and nothing… you know the only high I like is he one I get in the ring, or when I"m lifting…  I'm all natural…  no additives, no fillers…   I'm one hundred percent Grade A, home grown…  Just like you two.  Anyways… I said that to prove a point…  All that maters is that you hold onto that title for dear life.  Because as you know… you now have a target the size of the state of Texas smack dab on the middle of your butt."

Gothika nods and sighs heavily.

"Yeah, you're right.  But I will say this…  I will give Roxi Johnson a rematch if she wants it… all above board and everything…"

Darknyss pats her friend on the shoulder and smiles.

"At-ta girl…  now… let's see what he hell Mark Ward wants so we can go back home and get ready for training!  I've got this new idea to increase our stamina!!  We go climb a wall wearing backpacks full of weights…  And we do it while being chased by men with bamboo sticks to poke, prod, and smack us on the butt if they catch us…"

Raynin and Gothika look at each other, then at Darknyss and say in unison…

"OH HELL NO!!!"

Darknyss chuckles and reaches up and knocks on Mark's office door.

"Hey… it was just a thought…"

Darknyss opens the door as she hears Mark say 'Enter' and the trio step into the room, chuckling…  But the chuckles die quickly as they enter and see a few men in white uniforms standing around Mark's desk.

Darknyss frowns and looks around.  She gets to say three words...

"What the hell?…"

And the men in white coats swarm the trio.  Three men grab Gothika who is struggling, and takes two of the men out with quick shots to the temples.  Four men grab Darknyss, and she starts tossing men around the room.  But six men grab onto Raynin who is fighting like a tasmanian devil, dropping them like flies.  Suddenly, someone tags her with a taser and she drops like a sack of potatoes.  Darknyss and Gothika are about to attack, but Mark holds up a hand to stop them.

"It has to be done!!  I promise you Darknyss… Gothika… She's a danger to us all!!  She's attacked stagehands…  makeup artists… She even broke poor Jodie's arm because she said a curl was out of place!!  She'll be fine… now… let these men do their jobs, and sit and we'll talk about it…"

Darknyss and Gothika stop and watch as Raynin is dragged off unconscious by the men in white lab coats…

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