Event: Climax Control... March 11, 2012
Venue: Knights of Columbus Hall in Covina, Californa
Match: BOMBSHELL TAG-TEAM MATCH
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... THE LADY'S A VAMP! ...
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Time: March 5, 2012... 1:30 AM...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... St. John's Catholic Chuch...
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The rain is falling heavily as it sometimes does in the desert. This is the kind of rainstorm that brings a flash flood rolling through the lowlands. This is the kind of storm that sends the normal people running for the cover of shelter. It's late... the wee hours of the morning when the younger crowd is just starting to pick up the pace on the dancefloor, and the older crowd is snuggling in under the covers, and flipping their pillows over to the cool side. Any sane person wouldn't be out in the torrential monster of a storm... But then, who said sanity had anything to do with things...
High above the few folks who have braved the tears of God we normally call the rain, she sits in wait... enjoying the feel of the cool water falling on her skin. She's looking down on the people hiding under their umbrellas, raincoats and ponchos. While they find nature to be an annoyance, she's embracing it as nature embraces everything.
She's standing in the crouching of the church's belfry. She's wearing her black patent leather pants and shirt with a rubber corset around her waist and chest. A black leather trench coat is draped over her shoulders, giving her at least a little bit of protection from the elements. She's unphased as the pigeons that have been randomly flapping their wings behind her to try and free their feathers of the water that's reached them in their roosts. She's oblivious to them as she allows the rain to fall on her bare head, drenching her hair as she takes a deep breath before she speaks.
"It's been a long time since I've spoken freely in front of a camera. I have to admit... being the masked woman for so long, I'd almost forgotten what my own voice sounded like. And while it was necessary for me to assess the situation in the Sin City Wrestling... that mask chaffed something fierce. I swear, every time I took it of, I was afraid I'd have broken out in a rash or something."
She reaches up and runs two fingers along her cheek, appearing to try and wipe away some of the rain, but with as hard as it's falling, there's nothing that she could do to remove that much water. She looks at the raindrops on her fingertips and smiles softly as the drops roll down and fall only to be replaced by other droplets.
"It was necessary for me to be the Mystery woman to differentiate myself from the rest of the herd so to speak... So I didn't come to blend in with the masses like most of these... females tend to do when they come into a company. I needed to make an impression... and from the reaction Raynin, Darknyss and I got from Misty and Brooklyn, I'm thinking we did just that. It felt so damned good to finaly step back in th ring and feel someone go down under my onslaught."
She balls her hand into a fist and turns it around so she's looking at her knuckles. She smirks and nods slowly.
"Yes... It feels good to be back at what I do very well. And the biggest question on everyone's mind is... why the attack on Kitty, Brooklyn, and Misty? What did they do that was so all fired wrong to warrant that kind of a beatdown? Well, the list of wrongdoings are many, but I think I'll only list the most obvious of offenses. I think I'll give the five worst."
She holds up her hand, showing her splayed to the camera.
"First... Is the complete lack of respect for wrestling as a whole that some of these women have... They see it for the glory, the fame, the money... That's the only reason why they come. They want to try to prove a point... they want to show how big girls are better, or skinny girls are better, or how good they look, or how good they are in bed... NONE OF THAT SHIT MATTERS!! What matters is what happens in the ring!! YES! We're all beautiful women in our own way! YES!! We all have a right to be here, whether we're big girls, or skinny girls, or in between girls... we're all out there to put on a show! BUT... and this is a really big but... The biggest question is do we all DESERVE to be out there... and so far... very few have proved that they do."
She balls her fist back up, holding it out so that the rain can fall upon her knuckles.
"For years, I have fought for the rights of women in wrestling... Multiple titles... Multiple companies... and not just against other women... Three time AWO World Heavyweight Champion... two time ECW World Champion... two time ECFW Intercontinental Champion... Just to name a few... And do you know what brought me here? It was the knowledge that the women here were FIGHTERS!! And when I get here, what do I see? A contest to see just who's the bigger slut, Angelica or Fantasia... A supermodel? Really?!! Really?!! At least Cookie is woman enough to be proud of herself because she has skills in the ring... It's bad enough that I have to deal with these kinds of females in a company that prides itself for fighting women, but where's the fighters? It's like a hairpulling session out there in the matches that don't include certain people! What about the wrestling??!! And I thought that was bad enough, but then we come to Brooklyn..."
She holds up her open hand again and folds down her thumb.
"Brooklyn brings me to my second point... The lack of respect in themselves... Here we have a woman who openly does drugs... and yet she expects to be able to succeed in a wrestling match... You can't win a match if you can't see your opponent, or you're so stoned you have to run back to attack the refreshment table because you have the munchies! Look at me!! I'm damn near six feet tall!! I tower over you like a six year old kid standing beside their sixteen year old big sister! And if you THINK you have what it takes to stand against my friends and I... you better think again. And then there's Misty..."
She folds down her pinky and takes a deep breath.
"Misty brings Me to my third point. Lack of respect for their opponents... All I've heard from Brookly and Misty is bitch this, bitch that... Don't you have another word to use? I mean, come on!! Not to mention the whining, and the bitching, and the complaining because the only win she's been able to get lately was over a newbie during her debut match! And yet, Misty believes she did no wrong. So you trusted the wrong person... SO WHAT!! You get over it!! You get you revenge on that person, then you move on! Your problem is... you haven't been able to GET that revenge!! Not because of anyone else, but because YOU COULDN'T GET THE JOB DONE! Just like at the pay per view... Raynin won because you couldn't get the job done! She was able to though... She was able to get in at just the right time and get a win over you, Kitty, and Brooklyn. Just like we will BOTH get the job done at Climax Control! But that brings me to my fourth point..."
Gothika folds down a her ring finger, holding up two fingers as she stands and starts to pace back and forth along the thin concrete railing that surounds the belfry.
"My fourth point is... blaming others for your inability to win. Now with how you lost the Bombshell Championship in the first place... that was something that I could say you could blame on kitty... She did stick it to you good. She stabbed you in the back... then she kicked you in the back... then she punched you in the back and did lots of other horrible things to you neck and back so you were too injured to truly put up a constructive fight to defend your title... but that was in the past. What's your excuse gonna be this time Misty? As you said in your promos before your match, you were well rested, and completely prepared for anything that could be thrown at you, so what's it gonna be this time? Oh, let me guess... It was Kitty's fault that you lost... Or it was Brooklyn's fault... you slipped on a banana peel and couldn't break up the pin in time... Or there was sweat in your eye and you were blinded, so you couldn't see... Face it chick... you were just outmatched, and outwitted. It was a time for you to step up to the plate and take back that which you valued most, and you missed the bar by about that much."
Gothika holds he fingers together and peers between the small space that's between her fingers.
"Oh so close... and yet oh so far. Or, maybe she's gonna say that Darknyss and I had a hand in her loss, but we weren't even out at ringside. Raynin wanted to do this all on her own... win, lose, or draw. She stood on her own two feet and got that title on her own. Yes we attacked you, but that was after the match was over. Not like how you originally won your title, with you and Kitty working together to take Raynin out of the picture because you knew she would be your biggest competition... And how you and Kitty teamed up on Raynin AGAIN so that Kitty could get the number one contendership because you thought she would have your back and give you an easy win over her and INSTEAD... she turned on you and stole your title away! How lame is THAT for you to trust someone so untrustworthy... she'd been fooling you for years apparently. Unlike Raynin who would have given you a fair fight. She, just like myself, doesn't have to resort to trying to end your career before a match in order to win it... We'll just beat the fuck out of you and take the win the old fashioned way. And I can't wait to hear what Brooklyn is gonna say about her loss. I bet she's gonna go back to the 'bitch this' and 'bitch that' and 'bitch please' and 'bitch betta recognize'..."
She holds up her finger and starts rolling her neck, her lips pursed and she clucks her tongue.
"Uh huh... ya hurd me? WHATEVER!!! You tried to be sneaky and underhanded and ended up getting your teeth handed back to you in the process. And that brings me to the final point..."
She folds down her middle finger and holds up her single finger to the camera.
"The biggest, most important point as to why we attacked every other one of Raynin's opponents in that match... The lack of respect for friendship!! All of this backstabbing, and turning on one another... OH MY GOD!! Is that truly what you all think of friendship and respect? Misty used Kitty to win the Championship, then Kitty used her Misty and tries to end her career to take the Championship, and Brooklyn just uses Kitty to get herself stuck in the four corner's match to try and get her hands on the title... I swear!!"
She throws her hands up in the air and then puts her fists on her hips as she looks down once again at the people milling on the street.
"It's the complete lack of respect in general that caused Darknyss, Raynin an I to react in the manner we did. We couldn't take seeing the Bombshell Divsion being drowned in all of the dissent and idiocy... and while the matches have been amazing for some of you out there... the Bombshell Division was going to hell in a handbasket and quickly. So we just decided to speed up the process."
She grins wickedly, her fangs finally being bared to the camera as her eyes catch a sight that makes her growl softly. She sees a handsome young blonde man coming out of a nearby club with a group of his friends. She continues to speak as she continues to watch his movements along the street, sinking slowly into a crouch again as she does.
"We decided that it was time for a bit of Hell to be unleashed on Earth. It was time for the chaos to be unbound and let loose in the Sin City Wrestling, and each of you had a hand in it's creation! You've awoken the demons inside of each of us, and you all will suffer the consequences. One by one, you will all be sacrificed! And after you've been been dropped into the depths of the abyss, you will wish you hadn't ever... EVER stepped into the ring with one of The Fallen!"
She throws her head back and laughs evilly, until the laughter suddenly just stops and he stares right at the camera as her eyes change slowly from dark brown to an eerie ice blue. She looks back down at the stret as her eyes catch the fact that the man she's been watching has broken away from his group of friends and walks towards a side street near the church. She licks her lips slowly.
"Misty... Brooklyn... Blaze of Glory was the beginning of the Angellic Era... and Climax Control will be the beginning of the end for you both. We can't wait to see you both in the ring... We have such sights to show you."
She suddenly leaps out into the air, arms spread wide as she flips her body over and drops straight down to the concrete below, bending slightly at the knees to take the shock, popping her body straight back up to walk off along the street. She winds her way through the few groups of people until she's right behind the man. She's so close, he could reach out and tap him on the shoulder. The camera shot moves to in front of him as she reaches in his pocket for his keys, humming softly. He steps into the street in front of an alleyway and takes two steps before stopping and looking over his shoulder behind him to see an empty street. He looks around for a moment, then turns back to see Gothika suddenly standing in front of him. He jumps and screams a bit shocked.
"SHIT!! You scared me!!"
She doesn't move or say anything. She just stands there, looking at him with those piercing blue eyes. He starts to take a step back when she suddenly smiles evilly, baring her fangs. His eyes go wide as he finaly takes a step back.
"WHAT THE FUCK??!!"
She hisses and leaps onto him, her black leather trench coat flying out behind her and blocking the camera as all we hear are the mans screams echoing in the night.
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