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Climax Control Archives / Brand new year, same tired gimmick

« on: December 31, 2016, 05:20:03 PM »

 
The first setting to be scene (scene/seen? get it?) is a more subdued setting on the eve of the New Year. A large suite in the city of Las Vegas, Nevada, home territory of Sin City Wrestling, was where we are. A hotel in North Las Vegas, well away from the famous Strip, is where the lunatic Bombshell known as Twisted Sister was staying, along with her care taker, Doctor Kraven Moorehead. And along with the pair, Doctor Kraven Moorehead's only friend and voice of reason, Doctor Samuel Valentine.

While the two doctors converse in the hotel suite, each holding a glass of champagne as the evening dims into dusk, the aforementioned Twisted Sister is seated across the suite, cross legged on the floor with a paper party hat on her head with colorful numbers '2017' on it, and a party horn blower between her lips. In her one hand, is a can of beer, and the other?

A blonde Barbie doll made up to look like Aphrodite, of course!

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "So as much as I appreciate you providing the accommodations, Kraven. I am curios why you didn't want to stay on the Strip? O thought your patient would enjoy the lights and colors, and all those attractions."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "That was more of a concern than anything else. I thought if I brought her out into that sort of crown, it would over stimulate her and something ... unfortunate, might occur."

Doctor Samuel Valentine nods.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Understandable, but that is the same risk you take on whenever you bring her out into the arenas, isn't it? I understand she is to take on another of these 'beauties' next?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead sighs.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Unfortunately. I fondly recall the days where my client played with the likes of the Delia Darlings and Roxi Johnsons. Now? She seems to find herself repeatedly booked against young women with superiority complexes."

DSK chuckles.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "You say play, others at the hospital say butcher."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead waves a hand.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "A trifle concern. The higher ups in SCW have a fondness for entertainment and savagery. My client provides them both. In return, they vouch that all is well inside of the ring and give her a much needed chance to work out her issues inside of the ring with one of their Bombshells on a periodic basis."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "I can't help but wonder how these other Bombshells feel about being used as proverbial lab rats."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Not a concern of mine. There have been plenty of violent characters in the world of wrestling. My patient is yet another in a long line of names that have satisfied the bloodlust of the average fan."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "So, it's a matter of 'you scratch my back, I scratch yours'?"

A loud crack is heard from the other side of the room. The two doctors turn to watch as Twisted Sister slams the Barbie doll's head against the table over and over until the plastic heads breaks off and flies across the room. Twisted Sister's eyes are wide with delight as she watches the head sail in an arc and hit the patio window with a soft plonk before falling to the suite floor.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead smiles.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Precisely."

Doctor Samuel Valentine nods.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "So! How shall we be bringing in the New Year? Shall we watch the ball drop on television?"

He is answered by the shrill sound of the paper horn being blown in his ear, making him jump! He rubs where the noise maker tickled his ear and turns to see Twisted Sister standing right there with teeth gritted and eyes wide.

Twisted Sister: "NO! We can't watch the ball drop! I'm DVRing it!"

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "You're ... recording the ball dropping on New Years Eve?"

Twisted Sister nods rapidly.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "... Why?"

She leans in uncomfortably close.

Twisted Sister: "Because! If you watch it live, the commercials win!"

---

Doctor Kraven Moorehead's professional diagnosis:

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "When I first was informed that my patient's first match for the year 2017 was to be against a supermodel turned wrestler, I admit I was disturbed. I had believed that at some point in the year 2016, we had done this at least once already. I knew well that Veronica Taylor had the misfortune of stepping inside of the ring against Twisted Sister, and I made my objections clear. It was only then that my assumption was corrected and I discovered that she was not, in fact, facing the Roulette Champion. She was to be competing against another supermodel competitor known simply as, believe it or not, Aphrodite."

"Again, I made my displeasure quite clear."

"In the world of professional wrestling where the possibilities are endless, to be stuck in a match against yet another young woman who fancies herself the epitome of beauty, to the point she named herself after the Greek goddess of love and beauty? Uncanny. One would think a woman such as that could come up with something, anything, more original to be her gimmick other than a supermodel. Not to sound trite, but it has fast become a situation of 'been there, done that.'"

"The supermodel-turned-professional wrestler has been done, my dear. It has been done to death, and might I stress that these so-called beauties are now a dime a dozen. What makes you any different than any other woman who claims to have strutted her path down the runway? Even if that was your calling, so what? What is so special to say you can fit into a size negative four and wear clothes while walking down a runway? There are dozens, hundreds, of women who have done so before you. Women who will be known twenty years from now as famously as they were a decade ago. But you?"

"You are the Greek woman who is so arrogant she names herself after a deity, thereby risking angering the very gods. Of course, given whom your debut in SCW is against, it is not so far fetched to believe you have already angered 'the powers that be.' Did you annoy Mister Ward during your contract negotiations and he opted to place you in the ring against Twisted Sister in the hopes he would never have to be bothered by you again? Did you brag about yourself too much in your initial meeting with Mister Underwood so he set you an impossible task to hopefully see some humility beaten into you?"

"One can only imagine that to be the case, my dear, because if humility is not beaten into you, then some common sense will have to do. Walking into a place such as SCW with such self assurance, only to find your fate sealed early in broken bones and spilled blood? My dear, at the hands of Twisted Sister, you will become a classic example of what is known as a Greek Tragedy."
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Climax Control Archives / Okay, I really got it THIS time!

« on: December 09, 2016, 09:01:54 PM »

 
The face of Twisted Sister fills the screen as she gazes ahead, her eyes alight with malice and her face bearing an unsettling grin that spoke of nothing but unbridled malice.

Twisted Sister: "Oooo! You thought you had me fooled, didn't you!?"

Her eyes open wide and she lets loose with an ear splitting shriek!

Twisted Sister: "Don't bother lying to me! I know what you're up to! You thought you could lure me into a false sense of security, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU!?"

Her upper lip curls in a snarl, showing teeth as she leans in closer.

Twisted Sister: "Here I got my mind allllll ready for little Miss Sunshine, and lo and behold a dark cloud formed! It wasn't melody Grace I was fighting at all. IT WASN'T! IT WASN'T! IT WASN'T! It was Chelsea Payne!"

The breathing of the raging lunatic started to grow heavy as she took deep breaths, none of which calmed her down, if that was even her plan to begin with.

Twisted Sister: "It was like being given a Barbie Doll on Christmas morning, only to have it taken away and being told it was for the little girl next door! I like playing with Barbie Dolls! I like tearing at their hair until their roots pull from their heads! I like banging them against the floor until they lay in broken pieces, unable to be repaired and never the same again after that!"

She tilts her head to the side, much like a puppy when it does not understand. Only a puppy has a sad little stare to its adorable face. Her face is anything but sad, and far from being adorable. She bares her teeth in a face splitting grin.

Twisted Sister: "I like to take their heads and turn them around and around until their necks break and their heads pop right off of their shoulders!"

She snickers in glee.

Twisted Sister: "I hope that sounds like fun for Chelsea Payne, because she's going to be my new play toy. She's going to be my new Barbie Doll!"

Twisted Sister runs her fingers through the multi-colored and tangled mess that was her hair.

Twisted Sister: "She's going to be my new and favorite toy for this holiday season! HA HA HA!"

But whatever passed for a jovial mood was quickly extinguished, gone as fast as it came. Her face was one of anger and psychosis as she snarled and pointed a finger straight ahead.

Twisted Sister: "But don't think I forgot about you! You and me? We have a score to settle with each other sister! Thought you could make a fool out of me wellll! I'm too smart for THAT!"

The clerks in the Sears store shared an uneasy exchange of silent glances, watching as the mad woman stared into the mirror, talking to herself.
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Climax Control Archives / I hear a Melody of suffering

« on: December 02, 2016, 09:14:58 PM »

 
"Little Melody, sweet and pure,
Cute as a button, fine and demure.
She acts like a dove,
Peaceful and serene,
Little does she know what her actions will mean."

"For a force of nature, she finds in her path,
Bloodthirsty and violent and full of wrath.
Fierce and angry, with bone curdling screams,
The sort who will spoil those sweet little dreams."

"For her bones will be broken,
Her little body torn asunder.
Why she chose this path,
Would make anyone wonder."

"For what will happen, when her flesh is burned black,
And she finds in her fate there is no going back.
As the blood flows freely down her pretty little face,
And the woman that once was, alas there will be left no trace."

"For the time has come, miss Melly,
To face the hard, cold facts,
And you come to face the consequences of your acts.
For you think that all love you,
All sweetness and glad.
Until I get hold of you,
Then the fans will be quite sad."

"No more will she skip or laugh or merrily play.
No wonder. No light her her eyes. Nuh uh. No way."

"You heard it here first,
Come one, come all.
Celebrate melody's last.
At the Headbanger's Ball."

---

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "I know this is a ridiculous question, but what exactly is she doing?"

The aforementioned doctor asked his respected (!?) colleague, Doctor Kraven Moorehead, as they stood and watched the good (!?) Doctor's charge and patient, Twisted Sister, from across the empty room.

Twisted Sister stood in her casual attire of a Gar shirt exposing her belly and tight jeans adorned with chains. With a screwdriver gripped tightly in her hand, she was driving the sharp edge into the drywall of the room and scraping words into the surface.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead turned to his only friend in the facility and replies:

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Composing poetry. What does it look like?"

---

Doctor Kraven Moorehead's professional diagnosis:

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Ah, Miss Melody Grace. I imagine you might feel as others do when they face their fate across the ring in the form of my patient. You are perhaps expecting her to become as she is with all others, but I would hate for you to act under false assumptions and either fight unfairly or miss the fight at all in an act of misguided cowardice."

"For you see, you and my client have more in common than you might realize. Oh true, you have a better grasp of the obvious around you than she does, but I have paid close attention to you over the years, Miss Grace. I have noticed your close friendship with the young but disturbed fellow, Despayre. And I have noticed your innocent nature and child like actions. In a sense, I think of my client as having an innocent mind, one that so happens to simply act out with random acts of periodic bouts of violent mood swings. But against you? I believe perhaps she has found something akin to a kindred spirit. And although she will seek to vent and to fight her way toward a victory, I don't think you have anything to worry about as far as her rather ... choices in weaponry. A fight is all you will have to defend yourself in. A broken bone perhaps. Maybe some hair torn from your scalp. After all, what's a little loss of blood in the grand scheme of things? You are, after all, a professional."

"I have also come to examine the finer points of your relationship with J2H, and have noticed you lean toward a disturbing trend of what the common mind refers to as a gold digger. Oh perhaps you aren't even aware that you're doing it, then again, perhaps you are? I mean, you are given half a luxurious mansion. You are constantly being taken out on the young man's luxury yacht for exotic cruises. And just recently, I find you asking J2H to take you on expensive vacations. My dear, what's next? Asking him for furs? Gowns? Jewelry? My dear, you have a friend in the form of Twisted Sister, and she seeks to save you from yourself."

"By any means necessary."

"I'm sure you understand."
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Climax Control Archives / Fresh meat!

« on: October 07, 2016, 09:01:10 PM »

 
Tucson, Arizona

Doctor Kraven Moorehead had heard much about 4th Avenue here in Tucson. It was seen as something of a mecca of the city's culture with quaint shops, restaurants of all sorts, and many a bar to slake and satisfy the thirsts of the nearby college crowd of the nationally renowned University of Arizona. Many who come to 4th Avenue, be they tourists of citizens of the city itself, come for the atmosphere of what there is to offer on all aspects and all sides.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead was not unlike those mentioned, and he was not disappointed either. He found the small shops quaint, and the offerings of the restaurants and cafes mouth watering and delicious. With his client, the rabidly psychopathic Twisted Sister alongside him, he was careful not to allow the lunatic to be turned loose and run wherever she pleased, but he was also assured to let her enjoy herself as best she could. And it seemed, she was doing just that.

The pair had opted to spend the vast majority of the day, enjoying the warm weather and exploring 4th Avenue from its beginning at the small park where he had lured her into eating their lunch, picked up from a lovely little kosher deli, and the entire length of the street, clear down to the stadium where the U of A hosted many an exciting college football spectacular. A part of Doctor Kraven Moorehead had privately wished there had been a game this evening to cap this day off with. Oh he wasn't the biggest of football fans. Truth be told, he did not like sports in general when there were much more important things to be doing in life. Still, he had heard much about the Arizona Wildcats and would have liked to have seen them up close and in person.

Who knows? Perhaps there was a player or two whom might recognize his client and find themselves in a position of fandom. Still, it was all perhaps for the best. Twisted Sister inside of a crowded wrestling building was a risk in itself. Having her running loose in a college football stadium, packed with thousands of sports fanatics? That was simply a risk he deemed one not worth taking.

Twisted Sister: "I spy with my little eye, something small and scared!"

Ah yes. After finishing their lunch, they had opted to relax for awhile in that small park and allow time for their meals to digest. It was also where Doctor Kraven Moorehead sat on a bench and watched as Twisted Sister tossed the tattered remnants of a bun to the birds. And once those birds descended to pick up on their so-called treat, he also watched as she proceeded to dive bomb them, literally!

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Could it be the birds, my dear?"

The birds scattered into the winds and Twisted Sister looked up after them from where she had landed face down in the grass. Her wide eyes followed the flight of the birds and she screeched in gleeful laughter.

Twisted Sister: "Come back! COME BAAAAACK! I didn't mean it!"

Of course she didn't, the good doctor thought silently to himself. Despite the animosity she felt towards her fellow human being, despite the general disregard she held for the welfare and well being of her opponents, it seemed she never once threatened or brought harm to an animal for any given reason. She played with them, as she was doing now. If that could be called playing. He watched as she slowly pushed herself back to her feet and looked around for something new to play with.

It was probably a good thing that there were no others in the park at the time. Particularly any children. The memories of the McDonalds Playland issue of yesteryear were still fresh in his mind.

Twisted Sister: "I spy with my little eye, something timid and about to be in pain!"

THAT was certainly a statement that brought a cause for concern. Twisted Sister had been playing this game innocently enough, so what could she see that she was about to bring harm upon?

She had stopped spinning around on her feet until she stopped, facing us, the readers. She then ran up, screeching, until her face filled the camera and she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply!

Twisted Sister: "Ahhhh! Fresh meat!"

---

Doctor Kraven Moorehead's professional diagnosis:

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "An intriguing situation to find yourself in, if you happen to be a certain Miss Lowri Moss. A young woman who finds herself being offered not a contract to Sin City Wrestling, but the opportunity to earn a contract with that very promotion. If you ask me, that does not exactly speak highly of the confidence the staff have for the young woman, now does it? And to book her against perhaps the most psychologically dangerous individual on the roster? Well now, that seems more like they want to get rid of her at their earliest possible convenience, not simply test the proverbial waters to see what she is capable of."

"Ask the many other women who have had the most unfortunate circumstance of stepping inside of the ring with Twisted Sister; Roxi Johnson. Delia Darling. Veronica Taylor. Jessie Salco. Amy Marshall. Each and every woman, along with many others, have 'tested the waters' with Twisted Sister. Each woman was met with the blinding fury of a woman who simply has no regard for what she does to the one staring at her from across the ring. And if you were to ask someone like say, Delia? She would not have to have even been inside of the ring to have met the full force that is Twisted Sister."

"Oh yes indeed. Many times over the women mentioned above walked away victorious, if you can call it that. Hm, perhaps if they technically were able to walk away at all. Some were left bloody. Some had bones broken, and still others even had the flesh on their bones roasted. Chainsaws. Alkaline torches. Oh yes, she has used these and so much more to instill fear in the Bombshell roster and make them wary of even being inside of the same building as her. And this, Miss Lowri, this is the woman that the SCW hierarchy have decided to set up against you."

"Worried? It would be wise of you. Because winning and losing is not what is important to the mind of Twisted Sister. A woman has not went away from an encounter with her that was not marked in some way, in some form. You, my dear? You are simply next."
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Climax Control Archives / Psychosis at its best

« on: September 09, 2016, 09:32:34 PM »

 
Doctor Samuel Valentine: "You're joking."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I assure you, Samuel. I am doing anything but. They have decided to go the higher road and reward my patient for her endeavors in the ring."

Doctor Samuel Valentine, a close colleague of the controversial doctor and therapist, and perhaps the man's only actual friend, leaned back against his desk at the hospital and folded his arms over his chest. His look behind his glasses spoke volumes. He was having a difficult time comprehending what he had just been told.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "By giving her a championship match? Now I admit I know very little about that business as I'm not a fan, but I thought those were awarded only to competitors with above average records?"

Seated in the lone chair opposite the desk, Doctor Kraven Moorehead folded his hands on his lap and frowned.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Meaning?"

Doctor Samuel Valentine held up a hand in a peace making gesture.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Peace, Doctor. I was simply inferring the fact that your patient hasn't had the most successful time inside of the ring."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead bristled.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "She has won a time or two."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Granted, but she has come out on the wrong side more times than that. I do keep track of your patient when you send me reports on her performance record."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead waved off his confusion.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "A trifle concern. At times she gets over excited and causes herself to be disqualified."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Or ... she gets caught off guard and is defeated by pinfall."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Everybody suffers a loss in wrestling, Samuel. My client is no different."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Still, my point remains the same. How do they give such a reward to her?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I would like to assume it's a reward for her patience and perseverance, as opposed to her track record on mere paper. She has been in SCW for quite awhile. Unlike many of the other entitled divas they have under contract, my client has not gone public via social media, demanding things that she has not earned. Not once has she asked or told the bosses they 'have' to give her a championship match. Other women? Like Keira Fisher-Johnson? That seems to be all she'd done for a time. Not my own. I think that is why she was given this chance."

Doctor Samuel Valentine smiled.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Could it also have something to do with who her opponent is?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "How do you mean?"

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Well you said she was facing a woman she had faced once before, this ... Veronica Taylor. For the...?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Roulette Championship."

Doctor Samuel Valentine nodded.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Roulette Championship. Yes. My point is that from what I gather in your past notes, Veronica Taylor is one of the least popular women in SCW. Despite what she thinks."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead nodded.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "True."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "And the one boss, a Mark Ward, tends to like to use your 'client' as a means to an end for those women he doesn't like. Almost like an attack dog. Find a woman that displeases him..."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "And he sics my client on said woman."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead finished the thought and Doctor Samuel Valentine motioned toward him with a hand in acknowledgement.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I can't deny the fact that this thought did pass through my mind, but then, what of it? Such tactics does benefit all parties involved: Mark Ward. Myself and my client..."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "But not Veronica Taylor."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead shook his head.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "She is a woman with delusions of grandeur. She believes herself to be more than she is. She thinks of herself as being beloved and adored despite the fact she is universally despised. I dare say that I would dearly love to get her into my office and see just what it was that makes her tick. Crack open her head and have a peek inside."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Well, if your client ... and Mark Ward ... has their way, I'd say you may just get your chance when this match happens."

The two doctors chuckle at the joke aimed at Twisted Sister's depraved mindset and brutal tactics in the ring.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "So what exactly is she doing to prepare for this match?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Ah! I thought you'd never ask. Come!"

The two doctors left the office of Doctor Samuel Valentine and soon found themselves outside of the room that housed SCW's resident psychopath, Twisted Sister. They opened the door and Doctor Kraven Moorehead had a look inside before he shut the panel and opened the door itself so that he and Doctor Samuel Valentine could set foot inside. Once they did, Doctor Samuel Valentine came up short at what he saw before him.

Twisted Sister, wearing a toy SCW championship belt around her waist, sat cross legged amidst a pile of brand new Barbie dolls. Or to be more precise .. decapitated Barbie dolls. Each doll's head had been severed above the neck and Twisted Sister was busying herself, tearing the blond hair out of the plastic head by its roots.

The doctors watched as she studiously separated the brunette dolls' hair from the blonde. She dumped the brown hair into a waste basket, while she gathered up all of the blonde dolls' hair into a pile. She grabbed a handful in one hand, and picking up a lighter with the other, she flicked it on and held the artificial hair over the meager flame and watched in glee while it melted into a thick mass.

She then watched it drip slowly to her room floor, and frowned. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed another handful and went to try once again.

Doctor Samuel Valentine turned to look at Doctor Kraven Moorehead who looked upon his client with pride before he turned to him.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "She is simply making the attempt to 'create' gold, before she takes it for herself."

Doctor Samuel Valentine turned back to watch Twisted Sister at work.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "I hope for the sake of this Veronica Taylor that she leaves the lighter at home."

Twisted Sister looked up at the doctors and screeched in glee!
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Climax Control Archives / Come play with me!

« on: August 12, 2016, 02:06:11 AM »

 

Twisted Sister: "Come play with meeeeee!"

Twisted Sister sat cross legged in the children's toy shop, her eyes glaring at the elaborate doll house on the table in front of her, Barbie's dream home. The toy playset and dolls accompanying it were mere displays to keep children occupied while their parents took on more important matters in shopping, and here she was; a fully grown woman with a manic mind that bordered on maniacal ... psychotic ...

Okay, let's be honest here. The woman was a nutcase! And a lethally dangerous one at that! A woman who had attacked her SCW opponents in the past with such implements as a chainsaw, a steam iron .. and a cordless mixer? Kind of made one wonder what would be in store for her upcoming opponent, Polly Playtime, when in Vancouver this Sunday, does it not?

Twisted Sister smiled, her eyes wide with girlish delight, as she had a Barbie in a swimsuit, or if you asked her, a wrestling outfit, 'dance' across the table en route to her 'dream home'.

Twisted Sister: "Hi! My name is Polly Playtime! And I'm here to sing and to dance and to make everyone LOVE me!"

Twisted Sister then took another doll from behind the doll house, this one from the Jem doll line so the 'punk look' made it more so resemble herself.

Twisted Sister: "Hi, Polly! I'm your opponent! And I don't like you!"

Twisted Sister took the 'punk doll' and slapped it against the Barbie, knocking it down onto the table in a heap. Swift as the wind, she then took a meat cleaver from beneath the table and brought it down onto the Barbie/Polly doll, decapitating it at the neck! Twisted Sister rocked back, her head tilted back as far as it could go while she cackled loudly.

Twisted Sister: "Don't lose your head, Polly! DON'T LOSE YOUR HEAD!"

Quickly, Doctor Kraven Moorehead hurries onto the scene.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Come, my dear! I believe it's time we go before we wear out our welcome!"

And he hurried Twisted Sister off screen as she continued to shriek and laugh.

---

Doctor Kraven Moorehead's professional diagnosis:

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Polly Playtime. A most ..  unusual name. If I didn't know any better, I would imagine you named yourself after some manner of doll toyline from the 1980's, or perhaps the 1990's. I did a bit of research, a whimsy, if you will indulge me. The most notable of dolls, the same of which you previously saw with my client, a Polly Pocket. You do bare a striking resemblance to that toy, I must say. Is that where you got your name, I wonder? Is this namesake due to your cherubic appearance, much like a porcelain doll of old?"

"That is not an insult, mind you, my dear. No it is merely a manner of my attempting to try and understand who you are as a person, and as a competitor against my patient, coupled with a compliment, I admit. You do have the appearance of a doll, I must admit, but there is something about you that tells me that appearances where you are regarded can be quite deceptive."

"I would hazard a guess that when inside of the ring, you will be anything but a doll in nature. You imagine that your opposition would look upon you and believe that since you look soft, that is also how you do battle. Soft. Without much offense, if any. You think they'll see a woman, more so a girl, who is inside of the sport of wrestling as a means to an end, perhaps work your way from the ring and to the silver screen like others before you; such as the Rock and Jesse Ventura. And when that opponent makes such a foolish assumption, you strike. You show yourself to be a deceptively clever and capable fighter, and before the opponent realizes their own folly, you have your arm raised in victory."

"Is that it, Miss Playtime? For if it is, I must commend you for the effort going into your official debut. Yet I also must forewarn you that the attempt will be wasted when you find yourself facing Twisted Sister inside of the ring. You see, in the past Twisted Sister has faced a great many opponents of varying varieties. It did not matter to her if they were big or little, pretty or repulsive. To her, it was the same. She would simply tear into them with the same gleeful abandon that a child might a gift on Christmas morning. And if she looks at you and sees a toy, such will be the pity for you because Twisted Sister has an unfortunate habit of breaking her toys."

"Good day to you."
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Climax Control Archives / Mary Jane ... Amy-Jayne -- whatever!

« on: July 01, 2016, 09:09:33 PM »

 
Los Angeles, California - Griffith Park



Sometimes referred to as the "Central Park"" of Los Angeles, Griffith Park is never the less larger and what some might describe as 'rougher around the edges' than it's New York City counterpart. The park covers 4, 31p acres of land, and features such prominent tourist attractions such as the world-famous Hollywood sign, Los Angeles Zoo and the Greek Theatre. Yet for now, we find two familiar figures known to the fans of SCW, namely Doctor Kraven Moorehead, and the client he has taken under his care, the psychotic Bombshell known as Twisted Sister.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead had on his usual attire of a blood red suit and tie with black embellishments, where as Twisted Sister was wearing a black Megadeath belly shirt and torn blue jeans and leather boots, each garment aligned with studded black leather. As Doctor Kraven Moorehead casually walked along the path at the front of the park, one hand clasped behind his back and the other on his cane, his patient/client was in a tense pose while she walked, her eyes darting about in each and every direction.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead noticed this and...

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Are you alright my dear? You seem troubled."

Twisted Sister grasped him by his suit jacket, clenching the material in her hands as her bright green eyes scanned the sky above as well as the large trees on each side of the park.

Twisted Sister: "They're watching! They're just waiting for the right time to strike!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead frowned.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Who are you talking about?"

Twisted Sister leaned up on the tips of her feet and whispered into his ear...

Twisted Sister: "The birds."

She then stood back upright and let go of her grip on his shirt as she turned in circles on her feet.

Twisted Sister: "They're always watching. You never know when they're going to do what they're going to do!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Ahh..."

The good doctor played along, knowing his client was all too prone to such thoughts and mood swings, so he played along until they happened upon a scheduled opponent inside of the ring for her to be set loose upon.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "And what is it that they do?"

Twisted Sister: "Exactly! That's what they do!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "They do?"

Twisted Sister: "YES! And if you don't believe me..."

She leaned back against him to share this secret, pointing up ahead at the statue of Griffith J. Griffith.

Twisted Sister: "Just check out the do that they did to that idiot!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead leaned aside to get a gander at the famous statue, and indeed did notice the small, white splatters on the bronze statue of the park's namesake. So that's what she meant by 'do'... Twisted Sister seemed absolutely flabbergasted, holding her arms out...

Twisted Sister: "It's like he didn't even see them! He could have moved but noooo!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Calm yourself, my dear. I brought you hear to get some fresh air and to clear your head before your encounter with Amy-Jayne this Sunday in Nevada."

Twisted Sister turned and looked at her doctor/manager with critical curiosity.

Twisted Sister: "I'm supposed to believe they want me fighting a drug?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "A drug? What do you...? Oh no. No. No. No. You're thinking of Mary Jane. This is Amy-Jayne that you'll be inside of the ring against."

Twisted Sister just grinned, baring her teeth, all too eager to do to the SCW newcomer what she's done to so many other of the Bombshell division's finest; from Delia Darling to Roxi Johnson.

Twisted Sister: "This is going to be FUN!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead nodded with satisfaction.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "That it is, my dear. You will break her in mind, body and soul. Amy-Jayne will be one of your finest works of art so long as you remain calm, cool and..."

"GIMME YOUR BAG!"

The two were suddenly interrupted as a masked man wielding a knife jumped from behind the bushes and into their path. He brandished the weapon with his masked eyes staring intently at the leather bag hanging from the shoulder of Twisted Sister.

Mugger: "You heard me! Gimme your bag!"

Twisted Sister: "NO!"

She suddenly reached into her bag and pulled out an even LARGER meat cleaver!

Twisted Sister: "You give me YOUR bag!!!"

Mugger: "Holy SHIT!"

And he flung his 'fanny pack' to the ground and took off, dropping his knife behind him and Twisted Sister took off after him, jumping over the all but forgotten bag the robber was carrying. Doctor Kraven Moorehead sighed as he turned around to admire the scenery as behind him, a screaming mugger was being chased back and forth across the park's greens by the meat cleaver wielding Twisted Sister!

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Well, at least she's getting her exercise."
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Climax Control Archives / A scar is born!

« on: May 06, 2016, 08:40:05 PM »

 
"Is it my boobs, when you look at me?"
"They are so perky, I'm sure you'll agree."
"Could it be my walk? Or my derriere?"
"That's so perfect, beyond compare?"
"Super duper gorgeous, every hair in place."
"All the men love, this gorgeous face."
"You can't deny the looks that I've got."
"I'm everything, that you are not."

"Twisted Sister! I love you!"

The limo pulls up outside of the Hollywood red carpet premiere of the feature film, "Twisted Intentions: A True Story." The limo slows to a stop and the driver steps out as the media converges along the walk, hoping for a glimpse of the feature starlette of the evening. Their wait is not to last long as the door is opened and with the driver's hand to assist her, Twisted Sister emerges from the interior, clad in a black, leather gown adorned with chains and with a red fur draped over her shoulders.

A real fur, mind you. Not one of those fake ones the PC police would advise you to wear.

Christian Siriano: "This is Christian Siriano, season four winner of Project Runway and the fashion guru of the red carpet arrivals this year. We've already seen the rather drab, faux pas fashion of the sub-stars of this film, like Chris Evans, Brad Pitt and Natalie Portman. The one we have been waiting for has arrived!"

"You look beautiful Twisted Sister!"

Twisted Sister sashays along the red carpet en route to the entrance of the theater, pausing long enough to spin on her heel in a full circle and blow the cameras a kiss, setting off a multitude of flashes. She lowers the shades over her eyes as the flamboyant Christian Siriano approaches her with microphone in hand and the camera crew for NBC, ABC, UPI, Mrs. Paul and Gay and Lesbian Alliance all following to catch a closer glimpse of the mega starlette.

Christian Siriano: "Twisted Sister! Can I and the millions of fans you have out there reading in RP Land get a word with you?"

Twisted Sister stares at the fashion guru known as the Head of the House of Siriano, her eyes wide as she leans in and practically sniffs at his feathered hair style. She shakes her head as if she had to sneeze -- or the fumes from his hair bothered her, and leaned back to regain her composure, striking a pose with her butt poking outward.

Christian Siriano: "Twisted Sister, as much as I love having you sniff me, I can't help but admire the fact that you are wearing your famous fur, made from the hair you've torn out of your opponents's scalps! It is a one of a kind and unique garment, the only red fur that I know of. Is it true that it's colored red from the blood of all the women you've torn open in your extra curricular activities as a pro wrestler?"

Christian's answer comes in the form of a maniacal smile and a giggle of sadistic glee as she peers at the fashion reporter, her shades dangling halfway off of her face while her earrings, baubles she stole off of a Christian tree just last season, dangle from her earlobes.

Christian Siriano: "And less than 48 hours from this world-wide premiere, you will be traveling to Japan to do battle inside the ring against a B list celebrity in her own right, Crystal Millar?"

The answer to this query comes in the form of Twisted Sister shaking her head rapidly while jetting her tongue out while blowing a classic 'raspberry'.

Twisted Sister: "PTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Christian Siriano: "Incredible! And we have footage of some of your past matches. Can we roll that footage?"

The camera does as it's told, because -- you know, I'm writing this promo so it has to!

It shows highlights of the Twisted Queen of the Ring doing battle with such notable competitors as Roxi Johnson, Delia Darling, Zuri Chastain, among others. Many of those women were beaten down into the canvas and reduced to bloody scraps, win, lose or draw.

The footage reel ends and resumes at the red carpet with Christian and Twisted Sister, and the flashes of the paparazzi cameras are blinding.

Christian Siriano: "Now what we have to wonder, and what is on the minds of all your mega number of fans, is after fighting top females like Roxi Johnson, Jessie Salco and Traci Patterson in main event level matches, WHY would you reduce yourself to relegating yourself against such a mediocre person like, Crystal Millar?"

Christian makes a face as if the mere mentioning of Crystal's name put a bad taste in his mouth, and a bad odor under his nose. Twisted Sister grabs him by the wrist and pulls his hand, and the microphone in it, closer to her.

Twisted Sister: "Because she ANNOYS me!!! She's not a Superstar! I'M a Megastar! A gigastar! I'm EVERYTHING SHE WANTS TO BE!!!"

Her screaming sends Christian reeling back a step and as soon as he recovers, he continues with the interview.

Christian Siriano: "Crystal Millar wants to be everything even the lowliest of scrubs is. But you are anything but. You are as high and mighty in the film industry world as you are in the ring, so would you care to give the world of RP Readers out there a word or two on your intentions towards that B flick hack before we go inside to enjoy another of your hit films?"

To answer this, Twisted Sister suddenly grabs Siriano and scoops the much smaller man up onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry and starts to spin him around and around ala the airplane spin!

Christian Siriano: WHOOOOOOAAAAAAA!!!!!

And she heaves him off and right into the crowd of photographers, sending them all scattering to the pavement! There is but a brief moment of silence before...

"Twisted Sister! Look over here!"

And she obliges, resuming her posing as the media continues to adore her, even Christian who returns to his feet on wobbly legs.

Pussy Willow: "What is she DOING?"

She asks as Twisted Sister spins around and strikes pose after pose in front of the monkey cage at the Okayama Zoo.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I have absolutely no idea!"
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Climax Control Archives / Superhero Vs Supervillain II w/Sidekicks This Time

« on: February 26, 2016, 08:01:33 PM »

 What you saw....

Keira and the medical staff help Roxi back to her feet, and there is a large gash in Roxi’s forehead and she’s dazed and confused. As Keira and the others help Roxi towards the back, a loud noise startles them, and they turn around.

Simone: OH MY GOD!

Adams: Texas Chainsaw Massacre!!

Twisted Sister has emerged from under the ring wielding a chainsaw and she’s has turned it on! She revs it up as she stares right at Roxi with a crazed smile on her face! Keira looks horrified as she tries to quickly get Roxi towards the back and Twisted Sister tries to give chase with the chainsaw! Security guards surround Twisted Sister as Roxi and Keira disappear backstage.

Simone: This is bad, Jason. This is VERY bad…

A temporary stand-off ensues as Twisted Sister revs up the chainsaw a bit, almost daring them to charge at her. The security in front of her stands there, confused for a moment, until the security guards behind her charge at her, putting themselves in danger! They wrap their arms around her waist and grab her arms and somehow manage to get her to drop the chainsaw and drag her away from it, and she kicks and screams wildly!

Adams: There ya go…Danger avoided!

Simone: Just barely! This has to be the most bizarre behavior we’ve seen from her yet…and that is saying something!

The security guards drag Twisted Sister away as she continues to kick and scream wildly, cackling occasionally. Another security guard gets the chainsaw, turning it off and taking it backstage as they lead Twisted Sister away.

---

What you didn't see...

Backstage at the University Of the West Indies in Kingston, Jamaica, just following the near horrific post-match altercation between Twisted Sister and Roxi Johnson, three burly security guards are holding the maniacal Twisted Sister as she flays and struggles but is held in check while two medical orderlies fit her forcibly back into her straight jacket! She kicked and she screamed as her arms were stretched tightly around her sides and secured while Doctor Kraven Moorehead tried to calm her down and reassure her, but without much success. That was when Christian Underwood showed up on the scene, looking infuriated.

Christian Underwood: "What the hell was that!?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead turned to the SCW boss and held up a hand to try to placate him.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Calm down, please, Mister Underwood."

Christian Underwood: "Calm do.. calm down!? Your psychotic client just tried to attack one of my wrestlers with a god damn CHAINSAW! And YOU have the nerve to tell ME to calm down!? have you any idea what could have happened out there!?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I do, and I can not apologize enough for how that got out of hand..."

Christian Underwood: "No, you can not!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "But please, just allow me to take care of my client and then we can discuss..."

Christian Underwood: "What we will be discussing are the appropriate punishments for what she damn near did to Roxi Johnson! Having her fired is my top choice but for now we are settling for a fine and a suspension until further notice!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead did not seem to like that solution, but was under no position to argue so he simply nodded his agreement and turned back to Twisted Sister who continued to struggle and laugh like a (ready for it?) lunatic. As the orderlies held her by the arms, they escorted her away, down the hall, and Doctor Kraven Moorehead followed. "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward appeared at Christian's side; Christian shaking his head in wide eyed disbelief, but Mark had a smile on his own face.

Christian Underwood: "Where the hell did she even get a chainsaw in the first place!?"

"Hot Stuff" Mark Ward: "Under the ring."

Christian Underwood: "Well no shit Sherlock! I mean... you know what? Never mind."

Christian rubbed his temples like he was trying to soothe a headache coming on.

Christian Underwood: "One of these days you're going to have to tell me what got into you to sign that basket case!"

Mark shrugged.

"Hot Stuff" Mark Ward: "Entertainment value."

Christian lowered his hands and turned to give Mark 'that' look. He sighed and turned and walked off down the hall.

Christian Underwood: "I am going to go check on Roxi!"

"Hot Stuff" Mark Ward: "You do that!"

Mark turned and walked the other way.

"Hot Stuff" Mark Ward: "I'm going to have a burrito!"

---

And now...?

Three months...

That was how long the suspension had lasted for Twisted Sister. Christian Underwood had wanted nothing more than to fire her, citing a danger to the rest of the Bombshell roster, but Mark Ward, the man who was behind her signing in the first place, fought hard against it in order to retain her services. As an entertainer inside of the ring, and something akin to an "attack dog" where the Bombshells who irked him were concerned.

Mark would not agree to the firing, and reasoned with Underwood that perhaps things had gone smoother with Doctor Kraven Moorehead and Twisted Sister's treatments that things could be cooled down and reconciled. Hence her return into the Roulette Championship event at "My Bloody Valentine 2", and now this...

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Interesting..."

The 'good doctor' shuffled the papers in his hands as he was seated at the table in the hospital staff room. He was joined by perhaps the closest he could refer to as an equal, Doctor Samuel Valentine. Valentine set his cup of coffee down, and placed his newspaper down while on break, and looked at the man before him.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Alright, I'll bite. What's so interesting?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "It would appear my dear client has been recruited for a special event for SCW. A memorial event of some sort."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "You're kidding."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I would never kid on such an opportunity. This would appear to be an event filled with intergender tag teams in a tournament of some sort."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Intergender... she'd be teamed with a man?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead nodded.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Against another female competitor and a male partner of her own. Only the women are unable to compete against the males."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Just as well. I seem to recall that one mixed team event she was in with no rules. She attacked a man with barbed wire!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "That was the man's own fault! He was not a participant and he jumped inside of the ring to get involved between her and her opponent!"

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Her opponent was the man's sister!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "My point remains the same."

He stated almost nonchalantly. He then picked what must have been the weekend contracts and looked them over.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Her partner is an opportunistic one; Joshua Acquin. Young man has tremendous potential but thus far has failed to realize his maximum limits."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Perhaps you should consider taking him on as a .. client."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead made a face, oblivious to the other doctor's obvious sarcasm.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I think not."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "So who are the opponents?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "The male is Casey Williams. Rather large in scale but small in mental capacity, if you understand me. Considers himself to be more than he is but when the chips are down, he tends to choke. -- A lot."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "And his partner?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead looked more closely and smiled.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "It's ... ahhh! How intriguing! Roxi Johnson!"

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Roxi ... Johnson... why does the name sound so familiar?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Because, my dear Samuel, that is the very same woman that my beloved client had the run in with a few months back. The one that caused her suspension in the first place."

Doctor Samuel Valentine lowered his coffee before he could take a drink.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: The chainsaw incident."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "The very same."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "That's not going to go over too well."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "On whose part?"

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Both! I can't imagine Roxi Johnson has forgotten what almost happened at your client's hands, and as for your client...? Well, something tells me seeing Roxi again might set her off."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead pondered this theory for a moment and nodded.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "It is entirely possible, but that might be for the better. Something about the chance to fight a superhero set her off once and doing so again? It might be just enough to push her past the brink of no return so she can emerge victorious for her partner and herself."

Doctor Samuel Valentine shook his head.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "You're not worried she might maim Ms. Johnson? Or worse?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead smiled.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I'll just take care that there be no chainsaws beneath the ring this time."

Suddenly screams and crashes came from outside of the staff room, in the hallway. Doctor Kraven Moorehead looked up at his colleague.

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Climax Control Archives / Heroes and Villains

« on: November 06, 2015, 08:08:55 AM »

 
It was early enough in the day where the customers at the Heroes & Villains comic book store were few and far between. It was a double blessing as that meant that there would not be many, if any, customers to risk bothering this pair, and there would be little risk to other customers should they opt to do so.

The door opened with a slight jingle of the overhead bell and in walked, perhaps surprisingly enough, the controversial wrestling manager and psychological therapist, Doctor Kraven Moorehead. At his side was his client, the woman who was quickly being noticed as perhaps the most blood thirsty and violent Bombshell in SCW history, Twisted Sister.

The clerk behind the counter looked up from where he was taking stock in the computer system and did an immediate double take at what had just walked inside. For years at stores like these and comic book conventions, he had seen a number of cosplay spectacles, but the sight of Twisted Sister and the man with her was a tad short of perplexing. There was no contest and this was certainly no convention.

Clerk: "Hi. Is there something I can assist you with?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead waved off the clerk's attempt at customer service, it was for the best with his unstable patient so near.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "No, thank you. We're fine. I'm just here for a bit of research with..."

He motioned toward Twisted Sister who had been drawn toward the glass case and wall display, both filled with carded and loose action figures from everything between Marvel to DC to Masters of the Universe and more.

The clerk blinked. Research? Odd. The punk chick didn't look like a student.

Clerk: "College?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "No."

And he said nothing else. The clerk shrugged. He tried. When working retail, you met all kinds. Some wanted assistance, others took it as an affront to their egos to even be offered. Still, he had this funny feeling he had best keep alert for this particular pair. The man seemed -- odd -- in a sense, but that green haired chick just sent off bad vibes in a major way.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead held his hands behind his back as he cautiously approached Twisted Sister who was now looking at the display of new comic releases, the colors and art work causing her to grin.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "We're here for a reason, my dear. This coming weekend, you are not only being given the chance to shine in a tournament where the winner will face the World Champion, but you are also opposing a ... superhero."

The use of the term 'superhero', and his tone of voice when doing so, showed that Doctor Kraven Moorehead had his doubts as to the claim held by not only Roxi Johnson, but also her partner and wife. Keira Fisher. Twisted Sister brought her head up and shook her head.

Twisted Sister: "Wonder Woman?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "No, not Wonder Woman."

Twisted Sister: "Not the Phoenix!"

Twisted Sister shook her head emphatically, refusing to dignify the notion of facing Marvel comic's most powerful female character. Doctor Kraven Moorehead held up a hand to ease her fear.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "No, no. Not the Phoenix. Roxi Johnson."

Twisted Sister: "Who?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Roxi Johnson. Former World Champion of the SCW. Former Internet Champion. Their current World Tag Team Champion..."

Twisted Sister frowned and one eyebrow rose in confusion and disbelief.

Twisted Sister: "I'm expected to believe that!?"

Twisted Sister's raised voice drew a few looks from the two other customers in the store, and from the clerk himself.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Yes, my dear. She is a champion many times over, and apparently fancies herself a superhero -- of sorts. One that is constantly posting sexualized messages on social media, so hardly a proper role model, but I digress."

Twisted Sister dropped the toy she had been holding with perhaps the hopes of buying it for herself, and she leaned over the table filled with boxes of back-issue comic books. Her eyes widened with manic delight and she smiled brightly.

Twisted Sister: "A superhero? I get to fight a superhero!?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead nodded his confirmation. That led Twisted Sister to a brief cease to her delight and she frowned again.

Twisted Sister: "Wait! Does that make me the super villain!? I'm not a villain! I'm DELIGHTFUL!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Yes, you are very delightful, but no. You are not a villain. The line between hero and villain in comic books are often blurred at best, if existent at all. Look at some of the most popular so-called heroes today. Batman. This 'hero' as he calls himself commits more crimes than the men he often apprehends. Assault. Stalking. Breaking and entering. Theft. Breaking and entering. And yet the public adores him."

Twisted Sister: "They adore ME!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Yes. That they do. Then we have the Wolverine. Perhaps the most popular anti-hero in all of comics, and he is a violent, rampaging psychopath that carves his enemies up without a second thought, much like a wild animal."

Twisted Sister shook her head.

Twisted Sister: "I hate that type!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Er, yes. The Wolverine even killed his own son. Tsk Tsk! And these are the sorts that the public seems to love. Just like the woman you will be facing in Jamaica this weekend..."

The uttering of the location of this weekend's edition of Climax Control made Twisted Sister throw back her head and cackle. She then started dancing in place and singing....

Twisted Sister: "Put da lime in de coconut and drink it all up...!"

She was starting to draw more stares than the norm with her singing and apparently, dancing, and the good doctor moved to intervene and calm her.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "But I brought you here as a bit of a project. Research, if you will, on the weaknesses of super heroes. I thought it would help you bring down your opponent to a more amicable level on Sunday. Weaken the superhero, and they will be prime material for an embarrassing defeat."

The thought of besting a superhero makes Twisted Sister stiffen her arms in anticipation and grin.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Every superhero has a weakness, no matter how powerful or seemingly unbeatable the odds may be in their favor. Come..."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead takes her by the arm to escort her towards a display of comic books and toys in the far corner of the store, Twisted Sister pausing only long enough to quickly snatch the toy she had desired from the floor. At the display, the Doctor motioned towards the toys and 'funny books' and started a small lecture.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Now take Superman, for example. Most powerful man in DC comics, and a simple radioactive rock from his own home planet is his greatest weakness."

Twisted Sister: "Pft! Loser."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Indeed! Daredevil? Noise pollution of all things. The man may as well retire now in today's society. Your precious Wonder Woman is rendered a helpless and weak female..."

He noticed Twisted Sister's frown and he quickly interjected...

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Just her, not a woman such as yourself. She is rendered so if a mere male of any type binds her bracelets together. The Green Lantern can not affect anything the color of yellow. So you see?"

Twisted Sister turned her head toward her 'doctor'.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Every superhero, no matter who they are or how powerful they may be, has a weakness of some sort."

Twisted Sister started to grow visibly excited.

Twisted Sister: "What's Roxi's weakness!?"

This made Doctor Kraven Moorehead ponder the question, rubbing his chin with the tips of his fingers.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "An excellent question. I would dare say her main weakness would be her own bride, Keira Fisher. Such a weak emotion could be used against her at a moment's notice. However in a case like this, I would dare say..."

He held his hand out toward Twisted Sister and she looked around before pointing toward herself with a smile. Doctor Kraven Moorehead nodded.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Yes. You. You, my dear, are Roxi Johnson's greatest weakness, and this weekend, you will exploit it for all to see. Like all beloved super heroes, she has pulled the wool over the eyes of her adoring public, hiding her greed at wishing another championship to add to her already glutted collection. You will remove that wool from the eyes of the world and show her for what she truly is. A wolf in that very sheep's clothing."

Twisted Sister: "Baaaaaaaaaa!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Now! What have we learned?"

Twisted Sister: "Nightwing has a ROCKING ASS!!!"


A VISUAL AID!

The Doctor sighed at his client's fascination with the butt of the former Robin...

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Come!"

He beckoned her to again follow him. She placed the toy in his hand and he wisely took it towards the counter for purchase.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "We have much to do, my dear. It is not every day one gets the rare opportunity to take down a famed superhero!"
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Climax Control Archives / Killing Is My Business... And Business Is Good!

« on: September 11, 2015, 05:01:18 PM »

 
Doctor Samuel Valentine: "I'm still not quite sure just why you asked me along for this particular leg of your patient's journey, Doctor Moorehead."

The voice belonged to Doctor Samuel Valentine, a colleague to the therapist and business manager of the psychotic SCW Bombshell, Twisted Sister. Not only was he Doctor Moorehead's most vocal opponent on the hospital staff, but outside of their professional world of psychiatric therapies, he was one of the select few that could come even remotely close to being called a friend. Although they are yet not that far.

The setting? This scene was set in the very nation where this weekend's edition of Sin City Wrestling was to be held; Montevideo, Uruguay. More specifically, in the major central park of Parque Batlle, a popular tourist destination with many interesting sights and monuments. Most tourists to this city come from neighboring nations such as Argentina, Brazil, Chile and Europe, so some might look twice when they spot such a unique looking individual as Twisted Sister, prancing about in their midst.



Yes, prancing. The two doctors in her presence watched casually and with a certain interested as Twisted Sister practically skipped up to the tourist destination of the Obelisco a los Constituyentes de 1830, or the Obelisk of Montevideo. With her spiked hair in disarray and colored both lime green with streaks of bright purple, she stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb. And if her hair and 'tourist attire' of a cut-off "Megadeth" tshirt and skin tight jeans didn't draw stares, then her behavioral tendencies certainly would.

She skipped around the base of the forty metre tall, hexagonal fountain monument, her nails dragging along the marble sculpture while she head banged to whatever music was being pumped into her head with her ear piece...

Twisted Sister: "I am a sniper! Always hit the mark! Paid assassin! Working after dark! Looking through the night! Using infra-red! My target on you! Aimed at your head!"

It was perhaps for the best that many of these tourists did not understand English, or else the words she sang could send shivers down their collective spines and make them alert a nearby authority in what would prove to be a gross misunderstanding.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead, hands behind his back, turned from watching his patient to Doctor Samuel Valentine and explained.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "It's true that normally I prefer to handle my patients on my own, but this time could very well prove to be more of a challenge than even I am used to."

Doctor Samuel Valentine raised a curios eyebrow.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "That doesn't exactly fill me with confidence, Doctor. The last time you felt even remotely this way was when your patient was involved in that nasty business with that one woman... Delia, was her name? That was disturbing, to say the least, and yet you still insisted on handling things alone."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "For a time, yes."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "And here I am now, with you and your patient, in Uruguay. If you came to me for help..."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I prefer the term 'assistance'."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "You can call it whatever you want, but it still spells trouble."

Twisted Sister then propped her tip toes on the base of the monument and hung off backwards by one hand, screeching the lyrics from her head aloud...

Twisted Sister: "I do the "getting rid of"! Don't tell me why! Don't need to hear the truth! Don't need the lies! Now pay me quickly! And now we're through! It brings me great pleasure! To say my next job is you!"

The two doctors started to walk towards the monument, approaching Twisted Sister, knowing she should probably not be touching this tribute to the participants of the General Assembly of the first Constitution of Uruguay.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "The reason this time is different is this time I did not do the approaching to sign her to a match. This time, I was approached."

Doctor Samuel Valentine was obviously confused, or curios.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "By who?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "One of the principal owners of the promotion she competes for, a mister Mark Ward. It's a fascinating situation, really. This man apparently has something of a temper that coincides with a bit of a sadistic streak."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "How did you come to this conclusion?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Because it seems a young woman in his employ has annoyed him greatly on Twitter to such an extent he specifically asked for her to be booked against..."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead motioned toward Twisted Sister just a few feet away, making Doctor Samuel Valentine frown in disbelief.

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "You are joking."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I'm being quite serious. He asked for her specifically when negotiations for this show started, and he sent me a fax with very specific requests."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead looked to the young doctor.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "It stands to reason that Mister Ward wants taught a severe lesson in humility."

Doctor Samuel Valentine: "'Severe' being the operative word."

Having arrived at the monument, Twisted Sister turned around to face the two doctors and her face was completely filled with a maniacal grin.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Indeed."
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Climax Control Archives / Ode to Traci Patterson

« on: July 31, 2015, 05:43:54 PM »

 
Singapore

Twisted Sister: "There once was a woman named Traci!"
"Who I planned to plant on her facey!"
"I'll punch her so hard, I'll knock out a fart"
"And they'll mourn her loss from outer spacey!"

The therapist and business manager for Twisted Sister, Doctor Kraven Moorehead, watched as his 'client/patient' walked casually along the pavement of the roadside cafe, carrying an empty cardboard box. The good "Doctor" casually sipped a cup of tea, a specialty of this small roadside cafe in Singapore, while he kept a close eye on Twisted Sister and whatever she was up to, while speaking to the woman standing on the opposite side of the table.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "You are welcome to sit down and join me in a cup of tea."

Pussy Willow: "Thank you, no. I'd rather stand while we finish our business."

Truth is, Pussy Willow drew the short straw this time around between herself, Rocky Mountains, Holly Wood and Scott Oliver in who would have to conduct this interview. Thus getting anywhere near the maniac Bombshell.

Twisted Sister: "I'll slash and cut and bash and break!"
"I'll show the world that Traci's a flake!"
"I'll twist her head until I hear a crack!"
"Then light a fire and burn her black!"

Pussy Willow: "Why is she reciting those poems?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: It is her new thing. At least for this week. Reciting a last sonnet or poem to the soon-to-be deceased."

Pussy Willow: "Deceased?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Otherwise known as her opponents."

Their eyes turned to Twisted Sister and watched as she propped the cardboard box up on a twig tied with a string...

Twisted Sister: "Built like a man but made like a woman!"
"Fighting me is the darkest of omens!"
"I'll use her bones to pick my teeth!"
"And show her place is right beneath -- me!"

Twisted Sister blinked, then screamed at the top of her lungs at not being able to rhyme the last line of her limerick!

Doctor Kraven Moorehead turned to Pussy Willow and smiled as he took another sip of his tea.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I believe she is still getting the hang of the whole rhyming thing."

Pussy Willow: "But what is she doing exactly?"

Suddenly they are both startled with a delighted cry from twisted Sister as she jerked on the string and brought it down over an alley animal. Twisted Sister dropped down to her stomach and reached under the cardboard box and rummaged around for her dogch.

Twisted Sister: "Ah HA!"

She threw the box over and pulled up a small alley dog. She watched it with wide eyes and laughed maniacally!

Twisted Sister: "Looky! Looky looky looky!"

She rushed up to the table, prompting Pussy Willow to stumble back away from her.

Twisted Sister: "Extra money for MEEEE!!! I can sell this to a restaurant and OUCH!!!"

She shrieked as the small dog clawed her in the fingers and made her drop it! The little dog took off back down the alley and twisted Sister pulled out her meat cleaver and took off after it! Pussy Willow turned to Doctor Kraven Moorehead with wide eyes.

Pussy Willow: "Aren't you going to stop her?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead shrugged.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Best she get the fun out of her system now before things get serious with Ms. Patterson."

They hear a loud crash and look down the alley to see a number of over turned garbage cans and Twisted Sister picking herself up from the refuse as the alley dog got away, quickly and cleanly.

Pussy Willow: "Fun he calls it."
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Climax Control Archives / Holy (censored)! It's a holy temple!

« on: July 10, 2015, 09:55:17 PM »

 


What many of the men and women who compete for Sin City Wrestling will tell you, is that the biggest benefit on being booked during this extensive world tour is, of course, the actual touring. How often do people get the chance to visit and tour the locations of some of the places that this tour has taken the Superstars and Bombshells? How often do people in the business alone get to see such exotic places like Saudi Arabia, Italy, Greece, Egypt and Morocco, amongst many other locales?

Not very often, even in the biggest of promotions. That is why when the people who make up SCW have the chance, once they arrive for the shows, be they the Supercards or regular editions of Climax Control, they take full advantage and take in the sights! And what sight is more established and on the "must see" list than that of Gangaramaya Temple? This temple itself is one of, if not the single most, important in all of Colombo, Sri Lanka.

Built as far back as the 19th century, this temple housed such notable names as Ratmalana Sri Dharmarama Thero, Waskaduwa Sri Subhuti Thero, Weligama Sri Sumangala Thero, Welivitiye Dhammaratna Thero, and Pandit Batuwantudawe, Buddhist scholars each and every one.

Many tourists now are paying this famous holy place a visit, their feet walking along the bridge and across the Beira Lake and heading towards the Simamalaka shrine. Even some of the Bombshells and random Superstars who would be competing this coming Sunday are taking time out of their match preparations to take in this important sight. One of which is quite the unusual sight, as Twisted Sister is walking along the wooden bridge, flanked by her care taker, the unusually named Doctor Kraven Moorehead.

What would perhaps the most dangerous and unpredictable individual in the history of SCW be doing visiting such a place?

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Well, it's as I told you. despite our vaunted reputations, I thought it important to take advantage of the attractions offered to us so long as we are here."

It's a good thing we have the good 'Doctor' to answer these questions for us, amIright?

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "A little culture never hurt anyone, and it is far better than remaining cooped up at the hotel all day."

Miss Rocky Mountains: "I imagine being within such close proximity to one of the more important Buddhist shrines couldn't do any harm in perhaps calming your ... client, either?"

And of course we have Miss Rocky Mountains, always ready to deliver the scuttlebutt for our rabid viewers, who followed the Doctor and the megalomaniacal Twisted Sister along to see what brought them there.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Your words, my dear, not mine. Personally, I would prefer she remain as she is. It's served her well so far inside of the ring, so why would I want her calmed down?"

Miss Rocky Mountains: "Perhaps because she's not inside of the ring right now, but in public? In a place like a holy temple..."

Miss Rocky Mountains was interrupted by a tapping on her shoulder from behind. She turned around and jumped, having found herself nose to nose with Twisted Sister whose eyes were wide open and her teeth bared in a gaping smile.

Twisted Sister: "Holy Temple... heh heh heh! This temple has a great BIG hole in it!"

Miss Rocky Mountains: "It does? Where?"

Twisted Sister pointed in the distance to the open door to the temple and snickered.

Twisted Sister: "IT'S HOW PEOPLE GET INSIDE!"

She shrieked and cackled in glee and walked past Miss Rocky Mountains and Doctor Kraven Moorehead to stare at a young man seated in front of a Buddha statue, his eyes closed and the picture of complete serenity. Miss Rocky Mountains turned back to Doctor Kraven Moorehead who went on with his thoughts.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "My dear, if I were to expect her to change who and what she is in public, then I might as well say the same for what she is inside of the ring. It is a matter of 'What you see is what you get'. Twisted Sister is the same beast outside of the ring as she is on the inside. It is just a matter of soothing the beast just enough so that she doesn't..."

Miss Rocky Mountains: "End up getting you deported?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: crude way of phrasing it, but accurate. Sometimes Twisted Sister's anger and violence gets away from her, and she loses a match or two. But you've seen what has come of her recently. She defeated Jessie Salco, then she and Goth came out ahead in that preposterous mixed tag team match."

Miss Rocky Mountains: "And this Sunday, she faces a relative newcomer in Melanie Gabrielle."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Not so much a newcomer, not any longer. She no longer has that as an excuse. Ms. Gabrielle has had a handful of matches and should know well what to expect when she opposes Twisted Sister. A woman who freely sliced open not only Jessie Salco with razor sharp barbed wire, but that foolish brother of her's as well."

Miss Rocky Mountains: "And don't you think Jessie will be looking for payback for attacking her brother?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "If he does, it will make her quite the hypocrite, won't it? After all, it was her brother who laid hands on Twisted Sister first. But this isn't about Ms. Salco. It's been proven she is no threat to Twisted Sister. Our eyes are on Melanie Gabrielle for now. I dare say Ms. Gabrielle should pay this temple a visit herself. After all, a prayer here might do her a world of good when facing a woman who would just as soon bleed you dry so much as look at you."

Miss Rocky Mountains: "Well. I guess we know things may get out of hand this Sunday."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "That does seem to be the way things work out in the end, does it not?"

Across the ways, Twisted Sister leans in closer towards the praying young monk who seems on the verge of Enlightenment when she suddenly screams in his ear, breaking his concentration!

Twisted Sister: "HAVE YOU REACHED NIRVANNAH YET!?"
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Climax Control Archives / I'd have a title for this if I wasn't nuts!

« on: June 12, 2015, 05:24:44 PM »

 
Climax Control -- May 31 -- Alexandria, Egypt

Twisted Sister: "Oh, shame on them. Shame, shame, shame!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I beg your pardon? Shame on who?"

Twisted Sister: *chuckles* "Shame on the one thinking all of this up!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Okay, I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage, this time, my dear. But thinking all 'what ' up, exactly?"

Twisted Sister: "Ohh! I think you know. I think everyone out there knows."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Everyone out... are you referring to the viewers watching this on television?"

Twisted Sister: *laughs* "Aren't you just the CUTEST LITTLE THING!? No! Noooo! *laughs* I'm talking about all of the people out there READING this on their computer screens! Ha ha ha!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "... Reading... Ahh! I see. We're back to this 'belief' of yours that we are all a part of something called an 'efed'?"

Twisted Sister: "*huffs* It's CALLED ... breaking the Fourth Wall! ALL the cool kids are doing it these days!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "My dear, I'm not so certain that we..."

Twisted Sister: "ALL OF THEM! Look! Look here!"

Twisted Sister taps a forefinger on the glass and her face is scrunched up in the middle, staring straight ahead.

Twisted Sister: "Looky! Look look look! See?"

Twisted Sister's manager and 'doctor' Kraven Moorehead, sets his face close up beside her's to try and get a look at what she is seeing. Or at the very least, humoring her in doing so.

Twisted Sister: "See her?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "That's a girl?"

Twisted Sister frowns and presses her face in closer, smashing her nose and facial features hard against the glass.

Twisted Sister: "Hunh! Could be a boy. Got a great big booger hanging out of their nose!"

"Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, one of the two main bosses of SCW, was seated at his desk in the backstage area, behind closed doors. His eyes were glued to the monitor on the desk top in front of him, keeping a very close eye on the proceedings of the night. A knock on the office door brought him out of his silent thoughts and he looked up.

Hot Stuff: "Yeah!"

The door slid open and Mark's miniature office assistant, Miss Minnie, leaned in. At least Mark thought she did. At first he just heard her voice so he reluctantly stood up so he could look down at the world's smallest woman and he raised an eyebrow.

Miss Minnie:"Doctor Moorehead is here."

Hot Stuff: "Fine. Send him in."

No sooner did Miss Minnie turn around to do just that, than the 'good doctor' stepped past her and into the office. The tiny woman gave him the stink eye before she shut the door behind him.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "You sent for me?"

Hot Stuff: "Yeah. Have a seat."

The doctor pulled up a chair and took a seat, crossing an ankle over his knee with his hands clasped in his lap.

Hot Stuff: "Now... what the bloody hell is wrong with you doc!?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I beg your pardon?"

Hot Stuff: "You can apologize all you want but do you realize the trouble that Cuckoo bird of yours is going to get me into!? I'm betting it won't be ten more minutes before Underwood gets his panties in a bunch and phones me from the States about what just happened!"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage Mr. Ward. What exactly happened that was so difficult?"

Mark Ward raised his brow.

Hot Stuff: "I admit I am the one who signed that crazy chick of yours. I accept full responsibility..."

Mark smiled, then chuckled.

Hot Stuff: "Scratch that. I don't accept any blame. That's why you're here as her scapegoat. But the point is still the same! What she did to Delia was bad enough. What she almost did to Candy Overton out there just now would have had my arse in a sling. But Christ! She had to go and attack Jessie Salco in the med area where there were people there being checked out!?"

Kraven Moorehead held his hands out.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Jessie Salco interfered in my client's business affairs, Mr. Ward. Twisted Sister had every right to defend herself."

Hot Stuff: "You really have a fine way of talking out of yer arse, don't ya doc? 'defending' herself would have taken place out there at ringside when Salco first got involved. What she just did backstage was an out and out mugging."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "You say that like it's a bad thing, Mr. Ward. I am sure there are ways that you can turn an incident like this to your advantage, bright a man as you are."

Mark sneered and shook his head.

Hot Stuff: "Put some chap stick on those lips before you go trying to kiss my arse there doc. I'm not Underwood. I don't respond well to flattery."

Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged.

Hot Stuff: "Okay, I do, but just from babes."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "So am I to assume this means another hefty fine? One might imagine such measures are being levied against my client due to her psychological issues. I'm certain attorneys and like-minded civil rights groups would have a field day with a story like that."

Hot Stuff: "Don't even try to pull that card with me. I'm the one that took a risk signing that bird of yours in the first place and I've been getting my arse chewed out by Christian ever since! This is just going to be icing on the cake as far as he's concerned. Now I'll probably end up on the phone with him, trying to figure a way out of the mess your 'client' has gotten us into!"

The telephone on the desk started to ring, and Mark gestured to it.

Hot Stuff: "And I'm betting that's Rainbow Bright as we speak!"

Mark picked up the phone.

Hot Stuff: "Yeah?"

His face cringed, then he opened his eyes and glared at the doctor.

Hot Stuff: "Yeah, I had a feeling I'd be hearing from you."

Mark snapped his fingers and directed the Doctor to leave the office. Doctor Kraven gave him a curt nod and exited without another word.

---

Twisted Sister: "See? What'd I tell you?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I'm still uncertain as to whether that is a male or female and I..."

"Excuse me?"

The heads of Doctor Kraven Moorehead and Twisted Sister turn to face the McDonalds manager who had addressed them.

Manager: "I am afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You're scaring the children."

The Doctor and Twisted Sister turn to look back through the glass and the children staring back at them from the Play area of the McDonalds fast food franchise.

---

Twisted Sister: "I had her."

Twisted Sister sat at a table, kneeling down to the floor so that she would only be seen from the shoulders up. Her arms were propped up on the table's edge and her chin rested just on the edge. Her eyes were wide ad manic as she reflected. She smiled maniacally and giggled, her long, sharp nails drumming on the tattered surface of the table where pieces, slivers of the wood, were chipped away.

Twisted Sister: "Nothing worse than broken Candy, but I had her. You make do when your Candy is broken into itty bitty pieces, and you have to pick up the pieces and enjoy what's left! But you wouldn't let me do that, would you? Noooo! You had to come running in and keep me from enjoying myself? Well SHAME ON YOU JESSIE SALCO!"

Twisted Sister dug the sharp nail of her right index finger into the table and started to slowly drag it across the table top. Her teeth showed in a maniacal grin.

"It was very rude of you to interrupt another's playtime. It is never polite to waltz into a party when you weren't invited -- AND YOU WEREN'T INVITED!"

She screamed, bringing a fist crashing down onto the table.

Twisted Sister: "Apparently NOBODY taught you any MANNERS, Jessie Salco! You need to be stood in the corner! You need to be spanked! YOU NEED TO BE SENT TO BED WITHOUT SUPPER!!!"

Twisted Sister cackled wildly and fell back to the floor, before she soon found her way back up.

Twisted Sister: "I'll bring my ruler Jessie, to whack you on the knuckles with. I will teach you how to be A PROPER YOUNG LADY!"

She tilted her head back with a wide, twisted grin on her face.

Twisted Sister: "Just call me Miss Manners! I will teach you all that is wrong with the world. WRONG WITH YOU!"

She brought her head down and rested her chin in her cupped hands.

Twisted Sister: "I'd stake your life on it."
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Climax Control Archives / Twisted Sister and the chocolate factor

« on: May 29, 2015, 05:06:56 PM »

 
"Come now children, and let us play!
And let me show you how to spend your day!"
"Candy! Candy! Not so bitter and yet so sweet!"
"And even that won't help save you from defeat!"

How does one prepare for a match against a woman by the name of 'Candy' Overton? Do you spend ample hours watching video tape footage of the opponent scheduled to appear against you? Do you sit with your manager therapist to discuss your strengths and your opponent's weaknesses?

"School's out! School's out!
Teachers let the kiddies out!
Now I torment them! Now I tease!
F**king with their minds will be a breeze!"

No, actually you commandeer a candy making store as your own to entertain (?) the children who find themselves wandering in through the entrance doors, armed with a sweet tooth and pockets full of allowance to spend on a sweet treat.

Little boy: "Um, excuse me?"

Twisted Sister, with a fluffy chef's hat on her head, spins around from her undying fascination with the giant mixer going in circles, blending the concoction she put together from the recesses of her own warped mind. She brings a machete down on several rope coils of red licorice and chops it up, one hard what for each syllable uttered, each word louder than the last.

Twisted Sister: "What! Do! You! WANT!?"

The small boy, not more than seven or eight years of age, stammers back, eyes wide at the surprise of her voice raising an octave higher. His lips move but no words come out.

"Bloodshed! Bones broken! Mangled flesh!
The memories of Delia still quite fresh!
Now I move on and fight again!
And introduce Candy to my brand of pain!"

"Have no fear! This won't be dull!
Because I plan to peel her face right off her skull!
"I'll roast her flesh and carve her clean!
The special ingredient to my unique cuisine!"

Twisted Sister: "I don't have all day! I am a very busy entreumanure!"

She slams the palms of her hands on the glass counter and slides herself over at the waist, dangling over the edge so she is nose to nose with the little child.

Twisted Sister: "Do you WANT SOME CANDY little boy!?"

The boy, clearly now afraid for his life and unsure of himself, can only nod silently. Twisted Sister nods at his hands, his clenched palms clearly holding money.

Twisted Sister: "How much ya got!?"

In answer, the boy almost spills the coins all over the counter in his startled haste. The coins go rolling everywhere and Twisted Sister sweeps her arms in every direction to gather what she can closer to her. She pokes each coin with her forefinger and draws it to her, counting it silently. She then S-L-O-W-L-Y looks up at the boy who flinches involuntarily. Her eyes narrow as it is clear to anyone with a discerning eye that the money was not much. Less than a dollar perhaps.

Still, twisted Sister screeches in deafening glee!

Twisted Sister: "Okey dokey!"

And she slams a gargantuan chocolate bar down on the counter, the weighty crash indicating that the amount the boy had was clearly not enough.

Twisted Sister: "Take it!"

Little boy: "But I...."

Twisted Sister: TAKE IIIITTTTTT!!!!"

The child has little alternative but to do as told and he grabs what has to be the largest chocolate bar sold in the store.

"Broken! Bloodied! Beaten bad!
What is to come will make me glad!
Twisted! Gnarled! That's my Candy!
Making you scream will be just dandy!"

"You'll cry and beg for mercy's sake!
But I won't stop until you break!
try and run for safety across the lands!
But your career and blood will be in my hands!"

Twisted Sister: "NEXT!?"

Her scream almost sends every child rushing to get through the door -- and to the streets outside where they scramble for home -- and relative safety.

"I believe that means I am next."

The chipper, cheery voice draws her eyes up to see Wily Wonka himself step up to her counter.

Willy Wonka: "My dear, I just wanted to stop by and wish you the best of luck this weekend, and might I say that performance was simply Scrumdidilyumptious!"

Twisted Sister stares at him, then drags off her chef's hat and throws it down, storming off.

Twisted Sister: "What!? You couldn't have upped my budget and gotten Johnny Depp!?"
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Climax Control Archives / Oopsy doodle

« on: April 03, 2015, 08:08:01 PM »

 After Climax Control...

Christian: So, you're her manager.

Christian said to the man in a business suit. A man seen only in the background where Twisted Sister was concerned as of late. But considering the immense situation that had occurred earlier in the evening, he had been coerced, no, forced into stepping further out of the shadows to protect his 'investment'. The man stroked his goatee, and the boss man's eyes couldn't help but stray towards the slicked back hair on his head. Christian could but wonder if that was where the leftovers from the Exxon oil spill years ago went.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I would like to think myself as more of a ... caretaker. If you will."

Christian: "Caretaker."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Doctor, actually. Doctor Kraven Moorehead."

At the sound of his name, the immature subconscious in Christian's mind caused his to snort back a wave of laughter at the expense of the 'doctor' standing in front of him.

Christian: "You've got to be kidding."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: looked like he were about to swallow his chin with the indignity but he was a man of his time, or so he believed, so he chose to look the other way and ignore the slight on his given name.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I can assure you, Mister Underwood, that I am not 'kidding'. My parents were not known for their collective sense of humor, I assure you."

Christian looked at the man seated in front of him seriously.

Christian: "Fine, 'doctor'. Then so long as you're here, we can discuss fines and suspension for your, well let's just call her your client and remain politically correct."

Both men's eyes shifted to the corner of the room, behind where Doctor Kraven Moorehead: was seated. Curled up cross legged on a chair of her own was Twisted Sister, her cold, gray eyes staring at the African American Bratz doll in her hand.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "A fine I can perhaps understand Mister Underwood, but is a suspension really necessary, do you think?"

Christian: "Do I think? You can look me in the eye after what happened tonight and ask me that with a straight face?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "It was just a little backstage ruckus. Quite common in this line of work as I am to understand."

Christian leaned hard against the edge of his desk to emphasize himself.

Christian: "She shattered a mirror with another woman's face and then used a steam iron to burn that same woman alive. Now I understand fights happen, but that was excessive. Even for professional wrestling."

There is a cackling sound behind the two men and they look again to see the topic of their conversation bent over backwards on the armrest of her chair, her feet kicking in glee at hearing of he evening's entertainment. Doctor Kraven Moorehead: turned back around and looked as if he had not a care in the world.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Fine. Even I can admit that things got a little out of hand..."

Christian raised his eyebrows at the choice of words.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Fine. A lot out of hand, but you must admit that if what was said was true, then she was entirely provoked."

Christian: "And you think that excuses her actions?"

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Mister Underwood, as was explained when you signed Twisted Sister to a contract..."

Christian: "Excuse me, 'Doctor', but as I recall I was not the one who signed her to anything."

Twisted Sister: "Shame, shame."

They looked back at her and she was staring at Christian, her fingertip between her teeth.

Twisted Sister: "It's not polite to interrupt. Heh heh heh!"

Christian: "That was entirely Mark Ward's doing. I've just been left this week to clean up the mess."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I believe we can work this out like adults, sir. I will gladly pay any fine, but as for a suspension, I must remind you that she indeed was provoked. With quite a bit of unprovoked hostility I might add."

Christian sighed.

Christian: "Yes, well. That's Delia for you."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Perhaps then I can speak on Twisted Sister's behalf and possibly address that she has not been booked since the start of March."

Christian: "Well, we do have an opening next week. Azz N Class..."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I beg your pardon?"

Christian: "Name of a tag team."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: mouthed 'ah' and nodded.

Christian: "They asked me about getting a match, but I'll be damned if I risk assigning any other Bombshell to be Twisted Sister's partner."

Twisted Sister: "Awwwwww!"

Twisted Sister pouted with her bottom lip out, tightening her grip on the Bratz doll in her hands.

Christian nodded in her direction.

Christian: "Yeah, life's a bitch, ain't it?"

Christian looked at Doctor Kraven Moorehead: again.

Christian: "I guess what I can do is split the team and sign one of the members to wrestle Twisted Sister. Perhaps Torielle Jackson. She's the biggest of the two women and she should give your ... 'client' a good fight. You're just going to have to be careful."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Might I ask why?"

Christian: "Well for one thing, Torielle does have a tag team partner who will most likely be in attendance. Chances are if Twisted Sister gets too out of hand, her partner might step in. Also, the Mean Girls."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "What abut them?"

Christian: "Doctor, if that is your real name, if you think the Mean Girls are going to lay back and take what happened tonight lying down..."

Christian shook his head.

Christian: "Even I have to admit that those women aren't the kind to turn the other cheek. Chances are Twisted Sister is going to have to watch her back."

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: sat back in his chair and laced his fingers together.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "A trifle concern. But one thing at a time. First Twisted Sister will focus on this miss Torielle Jackson. I am certain after what happens to the poor young woman, these so-called Mean Girls will think twice about trying to further things with Twisted Sister."

Twisted Sister: "Uhhh ohhhhh!"

The men turned to look and see that Twisted Sister was holding her doll's body in one hand, and the head in the other. She had popped it right off and was now trying to fix it. She gritted her teeth in a twisted grin and snickered while stealing a glance the her doctor and Christian.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: turned back to the boss and smiled satisfactorily.

Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I could not have put it better myself."
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Climax Control Archives / Like a fly to my web, so are the days of my lives

« on: February 13, 2015, 06:42:07 AM »

 
As the camera opens, the immediate shot is a close up of an ordinary spider in a stationary position on a table. The insect is not moving save for the flicker of one of it's eight legs as a sing-song voice is heard, calling out to it in a child's nursery rhyme.

Twisted Sister: "The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the water spout..."

From below the rim of the table, the head of Twisted Sister slowly rose up into view. First her multi-colored hair with colors ranging from yellow to white to neon green. Then she rose up to show those bright gray eyes of her's that stared at the form of the arachnid on the table with fascination. She rose no further as she studied the small body that tensed, sensing that it was being watched and in possible danger.

Twisted Sister: "Down came the rain and washed the spider out!"

Suddenly Twisted Sister jumped to her feet and swung a small meat cleaver that she held in her hand down at the spider and embedded it into the wood of the table's surface. Yet as she leaned in and frowned, she saw that the spider itself did not get cleaved in two as it was no longer there. She gritted her teeth together and looked around for that elusive little thing. She finally looked 'up' and a smile started to spread on her face.

Voice #1: "Do you mind telling me what she's doing?"

Voice #2: "I needed to keep her mind occupied so I asked her to help me clear the garage of pests. She's done well so far. Two rats. One possum. And now this. She takes her work very seriously."

The two voices discussing the very subject of what you were now reading heard a small commotion, a clattering of debris as they watched Twisted Sister dive over another table and send everything on it, tools, books and a small number of boxes, tumbling to the floor. She then hopped to her feet, her head tilted almost all of the way back, as she watched presumably what was to be her latest target on this chore. She started laughing again and licked her lips before she jumped on a shelving unit, throwing books everywhere while she held on with one hand and swung the meat cleaver wildly with the other.

Voice #1: "I can see she that. *sighs* And now you're telling me that someone hired her to compete again? They actually hired her, after reports of what happened last time?"

Voice #2: "What happened last time was an isolated incident."

Voice #1: "Isolated incident? She set fire to her opponent!"

Laughter drew their attention back to the subject at hand and they turned and saw Twisted Sister hanging from the shelving unit with her one hand and watching them, smiling gleefully and nodding in admitting on her actions.

Voice #2: "Okay so she had a few minor incidents. But it was just the woman's jacket she set fire to, and security put it out before any real harm could be done."

Voice #1: "I suppose it's small consolation that her friend wasn't hired along with her. She's bad enough alone but put the pair together and you might as well have the police on stand by. So what are they expecting from her?"

Voice #2: "She's been put up against some woman named Jemma Asar. I haven't heard a whole lot about her, except her record in this place isn't the best and she's the sister of some twat waffle that just left."

A loud crash was heard, and both figures jumped as they saw the shelving unit had fallen over, spilling everything on the shelves out onto the floor. Twisted Sister hopped up again and her eyes roamed the garage until they fell on a window sill in the far corner and she started laughing again, shaking her forefinger at the spider now seen again as she stalked it.

Twisted Sister: "Out came the sun and dried up all the rain...
And the itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the spout again!"

Twisted Sister lunged, making a grab for the spider as she brought the cleaver down with a wide swing! She slammed the blade into the window sill and jumped back, eyes wide as she stared at her hand and then popped her fingers back up from where they had been clenched. She turned and faced the visitors and laughed as she fell back to the floor and on her back, kicking her legs and laughing with maniacal glee.

Voice: "He left his sister alone after she got booked against ... her? He must be out for the inheritance."
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