Event: Sunday Night Climax Control's Sunday Night Seduction DATE: Sunday, 07/28/2013
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada Venue: Club Rain
Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM TITLE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Opponent: With Gothika vs Laura Jackson and Joanne "The Jersey Devil Diva" Canelli <hr size=1 color=silver><hr size=1 color=silver>
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The intelligent Erik Staggs has once again come up with a brilliant plan of having an all ladies night show. Sunday Night Seduction. A night to showcase the female talent of the Sin City Wrestling. And what a way to do so, with the Bombshells representing themselves in degrading matches such as bra and panties matches, mud wrestling matches, pudding matches, and other things of that ilk. But the Angels of the Fallen are ready, willing, and more than able to handle anything that is put in their path… IF they can keep their eyes on the prize… their coveted Bombshell Tag Team Championships. With her defeat at the hands of Misty, The Vampyric Angel's mind is on things other than the upcoming match. Revenge against her opponent of a few weeks ago is prime on her list, but above and beyond all of that is the intense emergence of a hunger for something other than a title. Will Gothika allow her lust for the Red Stuff overtake her senses and cause her the match? Or will she be able to overcome her more base nature to come out of a groundbreaking night for the Sin City Wrestling with her partner as still Champions? Let's find out…
… ALL ABOUT THE RED, AND THE GOLD ...
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********** WARNING!! **********
The following scenes were not intended for the younger viewers of our audience. They contain content which is extremely graphic in nature. So graphic, they've even given me nightmares which make me hide under the bed and use a night light if I watch them for too long. If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until you have something to settle your stomach before continuing. If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further. If you do go further, be prepared to wet and soil yourselves. You have to provide your own diapers and wet wipes. 
Parental discretion is advised.
********** END ADVISORY!! **********
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Time: July 23, 2013... 6:30 PM…
Place: Las vegas, Nevada… On Raynin's training floor...
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The summer was gertting hotter in the asphalt jungle. The City of Sin was in full swing. casinos were full of people just ready and waiting to bet it all against the house, win, lose or draw. And the Angels of the Fallen are no different form those poor lost souls putting their faith in Lady Luck, and the skills that they know they've acquired over the years as they prepare themselves for Erik Staggs' newest creation, Sunday Night Seduction. Gothika has not been able to keep her mind on what was most important at that point in time because too many things kept running through her mind. Even right at this moment, she was running over various moments over the past few weeks like this one that took place earlier in the week...
Raynin had been griping and complaining the entire week since they'd returned from their couple of weeks out on an autographing tour. As soon as she'd heard about what was in store, she'd lit into Darknyss with a vengeance as they walked in the door to Darknyss and Gothika's apartment.
"I can't believe it Lady!! First, we end up in that complete waste of our time in Team Erik, and NOW, we're stuck possibly being stripped to our bras and panties, or being covered in mud, or pudding, or God forbid, GRAVY from a stupid Gravy Boat Match… When if we'd simply gone with Team SCW like I'd thought in the first place, it could have been ME having my shot at either the Roulette Championship or the Bombshell Championship once again, so I could be not just a Triple Crown Champion, but a Double Champion!! GAH!! I'm so pissed off right now, I could spit!!!"
Darknyss had kept her cool though and just shrugged.
"I know you're pissed, but look at it this way… wouldn't you feel better having earned your spot through your skills than having it handed to you on a silver platter, just cause you kissed Mark and Christian's ass to get it? I mean come on!! There were some bonuses to being on Team Erik."
Raynin dropped her bags next to the couch and flopped on the couch and sighs heavily, crossing her arms and looking like she's pouting.
"Name one Lady… name just one and I just might start to feel better about being put in these stupid ass matches. What the high holy hells does females rolling around in whipped cream and pudding have to do with wrestling?"
Darknyss shrugs and sighs heavily.
"I never understood it myself. But I learned to put up with it. It gets us fans, and butts in the seats and keeps us paid. And you asked for a bonus to being with Team Erik? I say for starters… the fact that the General Manager of Sunday Night Seduction is a fellow Angel."
Raynin nods and shrugs.
"Yeah, I guess you're right about that part. But you gotta give me something more than just that."
Darknyss sets her bags in front of her bedroom door, then comes back to sit in her recliner, pulling a hair clip out of her hair and shaking it out in loosely tousled waves and sighs.
"I also think that the turmoil caused by this whole split put us into a very lucrative position to hold onto these titles as long as we have. We are well on our way to having the longest title run in the company! NOT just with a the Bombshell Tag Team Titles, but EVER of ANY title!! If we hold onto it for just a few more months… We can do this!! Right Gothika?"
Darknyss looks for her friend, and notices that Gothika is curled up in her recliner like a cat, just chewing her lip, only half way listening and frowns at her friend.
"Hey… Gothika… Earth to Gothika… Are you in there?"
She'd turned to her friends, blinking slowly and shook herself out of her reverie, but replies rather blandly.
"Huh? Yeah… we can do anything we put our minds too."
She turns back to thinking to herself, and Raynin stands up and sighs heavily stretching.
"Yeah, I don't think anyone's home right now in Gothika's mind… She's probably still thinking about what had happened with Misty and…"
Darknyss shushed her and shook her head, but she knew that Raynin was right. Gothika was thinking about what had happened to Misty, and the images that ran through her brain were not about to stop just then….
Now, the three of them were in the training facility that Raynin had put together and were trying to get not just their bodies but their minds in focus for a match against a pair that they've faced before in the past, in many different combinations… One of the ex-Tattooed Goddesses, Laura Jackson, and the self proclaimed 'Jersey Devil Diva', Joanne Cannelli. Darknyss is slowly walking around, tossing a medicine ball up into the air and catching it then dropping down with it in a squat before standing slowly and repeating the process, speaking words of encouragement as Raynin and Gothika were on the floor of the large space, drenched in sweat as they'd been training almost the entire day. They each had one hand behind their back, and were doing single hand fingertip pushups. The muscles in their arms were trembling with the effort. Gothika was literally gnawing on her bottom lip as she kept moving herself up and down slowly, trying not to think about the vein she could see in stark detail on her friend's neck, pumping that thick, hot, irony, coppery flavored sweet stuff through her body. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply with each movement, and tries to concentrate on Darknyss's words as she walked around them, tossing up the medicine ball and catching it.
"My dear friends… I know that this point in time, your minds are thinking about the future. You're thinking about just what your upcoming match might be like when you finally step into the ring at Sunday Night Seduction. You Raynin… You have yet to experience one of these most… well, I truly don't have words to describe what these kinds of matches are like except for, to participate in one is like no other experience."
Raynin rolls her eyes and growls softly as she keeps moving slowly up and down.
"Oh I can think of a few choice words of my experiences in these matches… Embarrassing… pointless… Demeaning… degrading… useless… used only to give the males in the company a chance to look at our naked flesh… Oh I think that about covers it…"
Darknyss clucks her tongue at Gothika and shakes her head slowly.
"Hey, it's no more or less than the bikini contests we have been in. Except we don't dance in these, we wrestle."
Raynin growls right along with Gothika.
"How does anyone expect us to be able to do anything in evening gowns, stockings, and high heels!! One of MY moves would be so dangerous in a pair of heels! I could puncture a lung! I could put someone's eyes out!! Let alone the fact that I could break my ankle!! Hooker heels were not made for the wrestling ring!!"
Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head.
"That's why you take them off before you wrestle."
Raynin nods slowly and shrugs, then goes back to her pushups. She chuckles softly to herself as she keeps moving slowly.
"I just can't believe that we have to face Laura Jackson and Joanne Canelli again. But then, what do you expect. We've scared off so many of the tag teams in our division, that they literally have to force people to face us. Though I have to admit, Joanne is putting on a pretty good face about it all. I can't believe she's actually saying she's trying to take me out because I'm ex-military… Hell, if she hates the government and the military so much, why doesn't she try to do what I did for so many years and go out in the sand of…. Wherever it was I was at, and get shot at. You know, I'm proud of the fact that I put my life on the line for my country. It was what I was trained for for so many years. And let's face it, I was very damned good at what I did. Hooo-Raahh!!"
Gothika doesn't say anything, just keeps on doing her training silently. She's barely spoken a few words all day, just letting her friends dominate the conversation. Raynin continues her tirade, shaking her head slowly.
"I fought for her to be protected here… safe in her little castle on the hill, and she has the nerve and audacity to say that she doesn't like me because I worked for the government? I swear, I'm gonna pop her one in the jaw just for that lame ass comment there. And after I'm done, I'll show her Raynin's Way… and maybe she won't look down on those of us in the military anymore. You know, I've had kids… men… women… entire school buses of people come up to me and thank me for my service. And this chick actually wants to try to take my title because I fought for the Good Old U. S. Of A! What the fuck is her problem??!! I go out there, and I bust my ass every day… even now, so I can do tomorrow what other people are unwilling and unable to do today! I have taken bullets… gotten stabbed… sliced… blown up… garroted… almost hanged by my neck… hell, I've even had someone come at me with a grapefruit spoon! A FLIPPIN' GRAPEFRUIT SPOON!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH IT HURTS TO HAVE A CHUNK OF YOUR FLESH GOUGED OUT WITH A FLIPPIN' GRAPEFRUIT SPOON?! All of this so she could play at being some mob boss!! And do I get a thank you? Hell, even a HINT of respect? NO!! But that's alright… I'll do to little miss Mafia Princess what I've done to so many people in… wherever I was… I'll teach her respect at the sole of my boot as I stomp her into a bloody pulp!! I'll earn her respect by driving my fist through her teeth!! And once we send her and her new little friend, Laura on a trip with a One Way Ticket to Painville… Then… maybe then she'll change her tune about those of us who have served."
Raynin takes her free hand from behind her back and brings it to her forehead in a perfect salute, holding it through four slow pushups before she puts her hand back behind her back. She doesn't miss a beat though. She keeps on talking.
"And let's not get started on Laura Jackson… Her mind is so blown right now, she can barely keep it together to say two coherent sentences. I mean, come on… the whole 'I'm giving it all up for charity' bit is so overrated!! It's a ploy to make people think that she's actually doing something worth while, and seem like such a good girl, when the truth of it all is that she's just as scared of facing us as everyone else in the locker room is. If she think she's going to get her mitts on my title… my baby… my… wait… I forgot… how do you say 'reason for being' in french again Gothika?"
Gothika quirks an eyebrow and sighs softly.
"Raison d'être."
Raynin pulls her hand from behind her back again and snaps her fingers.
"That's it… the raisin thing… what she just said. Anyways… if she thinks she's going to take the titles away from us, even after she's tried time and time again over the past few months of us being Bombshell Tag Team Champions… well she's got another think coming!!"
Raynin and Gothika finally switch arms, and Darknyss starts to go the opposite way around them. Raynin looks up and shakes her head again.
"I still can't believe that those two think you're not a vampire. I mean… come on… how many people do you have to attack and bite on the neck for them to believe it? But I'm sure that once you give them both a little bit of fang action, that will change their tune."
Gothika is biting her lip so much now, trying not to say anything about the way that the comments are running that a small droplet of blood drips from her lip to land in the puddle of sweat below her. She quickly licks her lips to stop the bleeding and Raynin doesn't notice a thing. She just keeps on talking.
"I swear, it'll feel really good to have these titles wrapped around our waist once more after we take out these two clowns. See, they can't have their little entourages at their beck and call to try to keep them safe. Joanne is hiring outside muscle… but we have our own muscle right here with us! I mean, who better to watch your back then the First Lady of the Darkk?!! You know I want to thank you… both of you for being patient with me, and working with me and giving me the opportunities that you have. Look at us!! We've literally become the most Dominant Female force in this company!! And I have to admit, having Michelle with us has been awesome."
Darknyss nods slowly as she looks up to catch the medicine ball as it comes back down.
"Yeah, and that's just the beginning… I've got a few things in the works for the ACW as well… I think it's time to have The Fallen branch out into other brands… I know Morganna is dying for a chance to get in the ring again. And she's looking at a couple of friends to come in with her. And I think having our fingers in another set of pies would make things that much more beneficial for us as a group."
Raynin nods and sighs a bit, putting her other hand down, and lowering herself into a plank position on her elbows to rest her arms for a moment and looks up at her friend.
"I just wish that we didn't have to take part in this lame ass matches!! I mean, I'll do them, but… we're worth so much more than this!!"
Darknyss catches the medicine ball and motions for Raynin to flip over and she starts doing crunches, catching the medicine ball as she comes up, going down almost to the ground, then tossing back the ball after she comes back up to her knees. Darknyss shakes her head a bit and shrugs.
"I know you are disgusted by these matches Raynin. But do not think that for a moment, I enjoy seeing you forced into any position. Now you know I of all people understand how you feel, having been in your position many times before, but I want you to think about this... We have been put into the position of putting up with these demeaning, degrading, and dehumanizing matches for the pleasures of the men of this company. But remember, there is a purpose. To gain power. The power has always laid with men in this company, as with many other companies, and as such we have no say in the matter… for now... But it is essential to remember that power is not theirs by birth. The nature of power is that it belongs to no one, not until it is taken… Until it is seized... Seized through sex, money... Or violence. Men may have always held the power. But power is a fickle Mistress. And here in the SCW, the winds of change are nearly upon us. The female wrestlers have been looked down upon as mere eye candy. While we do have our own division, and we normally don't get put into this position, we are still truly looked upon as arm candy by the men of this company. Tits and ass to be ogled, used, abused, and seen as less than what we are, which is to say, true athletes, with true skills. But it's time for we Bombshells to become that which they term us to be and blow this company up!! We will seize the power of this company… The Angels of the Fallen will take control! NOT by sex like so many of the other females in this company have done in the past… NOT by money… What we want can't be bought with any currency other than hard work, skills, and that the ever popular good hard right hook! We will seize the power of this company in the way which we are so very damned well good at doing!! We will seize it through violence!!! VIOLENCE!! I just love how that word rolls off of my tongue… We will prove to these lesser Bombshells that unless they are willing to do as we do, and put everything they are, everything they have, everything they love, everything they desire on the line, they will not be able to stand against us!! I mean, look at what Misty had to give up just to be able to gain a win over Gothika… She certainly had to give not just a pint of her own blood, but a pint of her cohorts too!!..."
Gothika rolls her neck slowly and looks up at her friend, a visage of almost anguish on her face and Darknyss catches the medicine ball and stops moving as she bites her bottom lip gently.
"Oh fuck… D… I'm… I'm sorry hon. You know sometimes I have foot in mouth disease…"
Gothika doesn't speak, she just slowly lowers herself down to her knees, and starts trying to slow her breathing, wiping her forehead off with the back of her hand before she raises to her feet and walks off away from her friends. She disappears into the distance into the locker room, and even as the door closes on her friends, they can hear her fists banging into the metal of the doors over and over again, and the howl of anguish as it ripples out into the room…
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