Post by: Christian Underwood on November 24, 2013, 10:20:19 PM
Post by: roproductions on November 30, 2013, 11:55:32 PM
Place: Hollywood, California Venue: Vanguard Grand Nightclub
Match: SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCHUP
Opponent: Vs. Roxi Johnson
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It’s that time of year again folks!! The holidays are right around the corner, and it’s time for another December 2 Dismember Pay Per View!! Only THIS time… Gothika is the star attraction, as the person she teamed up with on Climax Control only a week ago is now her opponent! That’s right, because she pulled some strings, and called in her rematch clause, The Vampyric Angel defends her Sin City Wrestilng Bombshell Championship against the self proclaimed superhero, Roxi Johnson. Everyone is wondering exactly what’s going to happen with this… Especially now that Gothika’s friend and old partner, Diamond has returned to the ring, and taken the place of Raynin in the Fallen. Will the Blood Thirsty One be able to spread her wings and keep her upward climb going, or will things spiral out of control for her? The plot thickens as the Wrestling World Turns…. Let’s see what happens shall we?....
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… ENOLA ENO ON ...
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***** ATTENTION!! *****
The following scene was cut from the airing of the previous episode of the Sin City Wrestling’s weekly episodic series, Climax Control. It is intended for mature audiences only. Parental Discretion is advised.
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After the match, the ref brings over the belts and a microphone and Gothika snatches hers away, from him. Misty and Vixen get to their feet and hold their titles up, smirking proudly, not saying a word. Gothika holds hers high and points at it. She then grabs the mic and gets right up in their faces as Roxi stands nearby, looking around like the odd man out. Gothika chuckles evilly and starts to sing in the mic.
Gothika: Three of these things belong together… Three of these things are kinda the same… But one of these things is doin’ it’s own thing… Now it’s time to play my game… It’s time to play my game.
Misty and Vixen roll their eyes, and Gothika starts to laugh again.
Gothika: Oh, and know what you guys were thinking… You were thinking that I was talking about Vixen, Misty and I being Champions… But EEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!!!! WRONG!!! YOU LOSE!! YOU DO NOT pass Go, and YOU DO NOT collect two hundred dollars… You go STRAIGHT…. To the losers box!!!
Gothika starts laughing hysterically and points at Roxi, Misty and Vixen.
Gothika: Do you know why I say that? Aww, come on… I know you know… Misty… you should really know the answer to that one... simple… easy to answer question… Do you know why that answer would be wrong? Hmmmm? Come on… Speak up… Don’t be shy… I’ll even give you three guesses at the answer.
Gothika take a step back and starts to hum the Jeopardy theme song and the crowd joins in. When she’s hummed a few bars, and no one has said a word, she suddenly snaps her fingers and laughs again.
Gothika: Aww, it seems that the cat’s got your tongue Misty. But don’t’ worry. I’ll answer my own question… What would make the answer wrong is… Roxi’s not the odd man out because she’s not a Champion… It’s that I’m the odd man out… Because while I’m a winner, you three are just… LOSERS!!!
Gothika puts her hand to her forehead, making an L sign and waves it at the three other women.
Gothika: That’s right… Misty, you and Vixen are losers because you just lost, and Roxi… you’re a loser because you’re beating a dead horse into the ground, if you think that I’m going to let you take my title from me. That’s right… I’m doin’ my own thang!! I’m rockin’ out with my socks out, and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon!!
Gothika and Darknyss both laugh and point at the three women standing in front of them. They stop laughing together as if on cue, and get a serious look on their faces.
Gothika: That’s right… I’m the odd woman out in this little foursome. I’m the one who’s different, because unlike the three of you, even though everything else APPEARS to be crumbing around me, I’m succeeding! I’m coming up with sevens while you are all rolling snake eyes! I’ve not just made lemonade out of the lemons that this whole screwed up situation handed me… I’ve made a whole freakin’ lemon merengue pie out of it… And it sure is sweet.
Gothika smirks and she shrugs her shoulders as she gets up in Misty’s face.
Gothika: Face it Misty… You thought you had it all figured out… but I flipped the script on you! Just like tonight, when you thought that you could stop me in the tag team division, just because I’m not working with my OFFICIAL partner, it doesn’t mean I’m still not a force to be reckoned with in the Tag Team Division. You taking those belts from the Fallen… It was just a fluke Misty!! You and I and everyone around you… WE ALL know the truth! You talk about how much you enjoy being the Tag Team Champion, but I know the truth about you! Deep down, you know that the Tag Team Championship is not what you really want… It’s a band aid on that ache that’s deep inside of you. You know that I am holding the one thing you truly want and YOU CAN’T HAVE IT!! I did what you couldn’t, and it eats at you, and eats at you!! Just like what Roxi will have to deal with at December 2 Dismember, you’re going to lose to me… AGAIN!! Keep those titles warmed up for me… Because they will soon be around the waist of the Fallen ONCE AGAIN!!
Misty shakes her head and laughs, bringing her own mic to her lips.
Misty: Oh yeah? You and what army, you vampyric bitch? Or have you forgotten that your partner just took a trip with the white coats to the loony bin? And from the looks of it, she’s going to be stuck eating tapioca for a very… very long time.
Roxi is getting agitated, standing there and listening to what’s being said, but not being paid any attention to as Gothika smirks and gets nose to nose with Misty.
Gothika: The Angellic Army is all around us Misty. And Raynin WILL be back… But I wouldn’t need Raynin to take those Bombshell Tag Team Titles from you and Vixen. Just like I won’t need Raynin to beat Roxi Johnson at the Pay Per View… AGAIN! You see, unlike you, I don’t NEED outside help to beat you Misty! I’ve already tasted your essence and your fear… I know how to push your buttons… Just like I know Vixen’s buttons and Roxi’s here… Just know that soon, those titles will be coming home, and the Angels of the Fallen will be once again crowned the Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshell Tag Team Champions after we whoop your asses… Just like I’m going to whoop Roxi Johnson’s ass at the Pay Per View on Sunday night!! You see…
Gothika doesn’t get the chance to finish her sentence, because at that moment, Roxi has heard enough, and had enough of being treated like she wasn’t standing in the ring. She grabs the Bombshell Title from Gothika’s hand, spinning her around and swings the title right into Gothika’s face, dropping her down to the ground! Darknyss is stunned, and before she can move, Vixen takes her title belt and smashes it into the face of Darknyss, sending her backward and through the second rope, crashing down to the arena floor. Misty doesn’t miss out on her chance to get a bit of payback, and the three other women, all converge on the fallen Bombshell Champion, laying the boots to her, kicking her towards the ring ropes as she curls up, holding her head, and tries to roll out of their clutches.
Suddenly, the lights flash a blinding bright blue, and an explosion goes off in the center of the ring, blowing up a large thick cloud of smoke and glitter. Everyone in the ring freezes and turns towards the cloud, looking confused, until out of the smoke jumps the form of Diamond! She’s got an equalizer in her hands, in the form of a kendo stick, and he shrieks like a banshee as she comes out of the smoke swinging. Misty, Vixen, and Roxi dodge blows and no one gets hit, but it backs them away from the fallen Champion. Diamond snatches the Bombshell Championship title from Roxi as she, Misty and Vixen bail out of the ring, and Darknyss rolls under the ropes and lays there near Gothika, holding her head. Misty, Vixen and Roxi stand at the bottom of the ramp, glaring at Diamond who stands between them and her friends, brandishing the kendo stick menacingly. She bends down and picks up the fallen mic and brings it to her lips.
Diamond: Something told me you three were bitches gonna try somethin’ like this, so I was ready for it!! Come on!! I know you thought that you’d be able to take out my girl… That she’d e easy pickins so you all could just come out here and roll roughshot over her… Well guess what, bitches… Shit just got real!!
Roxi tries to get into the ring on the far side of the ring, but Diamond shrieks again and swings the kendo stick. Roxi jumps away from the ropes, and the kendo stick hits the ropes instead. Roxi heads back around the ring and joins Misty and Vixen at the ramp. Darknyss and Gothika have gotten back to their feet, and Gothika picks up the Bombshell Title, putting it over he shoulder. Diamond points at the three of them and smirks as she brings the mic back to her lips.
Diamond: My girls ain’t NEVER alone!! Like Gothika said… We’re everywhere!! For every one that falls, one shall rise… That’s right!! You take out any of us and another will take their place!! The Fallen are NEVER an Angel down! I just signed a contract, and I’m itching to get back to tag team action, and having gold around my waist!! So get ready for a new age to begin for the Fallen… The Era of Blood… And Magic!!!
Diamond backs up until she’s beside her friends, and as Darknyss and Gothika put their arms over Diamond’s shoulder, she points the kendo stick at Vixen, Roxi, and Misty, then blows a kiss at them as the scene fades out.
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The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Champion, Gothika. They were not intended for the younger viewers of our audience. They contain content which is extremely graphic in nature. So graphic, they've even given me nightmares which make me hide under the bed and use a night light if I watch them for too long. If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until you have something to settle your stomach before continuing. If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further. If you do go further, be prepared to wet and soil yourselves. You have to provide your own diapers and wet wipes.
Parental discretion is advised.********** END ADVISORY!! **********
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*** An Except from the Online Blog of Gothika ***
November 26, 2013
Bonjour Tout le monde,
So, the time has come for me to step up and defend my Championship… and against none other than the one who I took it from. Wow… Roxi… I always knew you were a gluton for punishment. I didn’t’ know you were such a masochist though. You must be, if you continue to try and step up against me. What… Did you think that because you and I teamed up last night, that you what… got a bit of insight into the inner workings of my mind, and it might give you a bit of an edge? Or.. let me guess… you thought that because you got in a few licks after the match, that I’d just roll over, and hand you the Chamiponship that I worked so hard to grab a hold of? Get real little girl!! I can tell you now that all that will happen is that I’m gonna go out there and let loose all of the anger and aggression that I”ve been holding inside of me on you. And when I’m done, I will stand over you and plant my foot right in the center of your chest and let the referee count one, then two, and finally three.
I know what you think is gonna happen Roxi. You think hat when you step out there in the ring against me, that we’re gonna do a dance, go round and round, and you’re gonna just get in some spectacularly heroic move, and it’s gonna seal the deal for you… But I can tell you right now… That’s not gonna happen. Because heroic moves are things for the comic books… And this is real life. And your reality is truly about to bite the big one ! Think about this… Even in the comic books, the hero doesn’t always win. Robin dies… Batman gets his back broken… Superman bites the dust… and Roxi Johnson loses to Gothika… once again. She doesn’t get the Bombshell Championship back. She goes out there and gives it her all, but in the end, just like what’s gonna happen in real life, she gets her ass kicked! She gets a mudhole stomped in her ass, and stand over her, holding MY SCW Bombshell Championship high in victory!
I know you think that my taking the title in the first place was a fluke. It’s the only thing that your brain will accept as the truth, because in your little comic book fantasy, you can’t lose! In the little world that you’ve concocted in your mind, you’re the crime fighting bad ass who comes out and defeats the bad guy by beating them into submission with your secret weapons… You fight for truth, justice, and cookies or some bullshit… Whooped dee freakin’ doo! You can do no wrong… You’re always able to come out on top of your next evil doer. But it’s time for you to wake up Roxi. You’re no longer in your comic book world. Just like you’re no longer the SCW Bombshell Champion. In the real world, you can be beat. In the real world, you can be taken out. In the real world, you are nothing but just another chick who’s trying her hardest to step you game up to the next level so that you can try and take back what you lost… and what I now hold. See, now you’re here in MY reality… You’re in the real world Roxi. In the real world, I’m fighting for what I know is right!! In the real world, I’m fighting for honor! I’m fighting for my friends! I’m fighting for myself!! I’m fighting for survival!! My fight for survival started a long time ago, and it continues on, even now. Sensei Mosley told me this a long time ago… “If you want to fight, you fight!! When you step into the ring, you leave it all in there!! Your pain, your hurt, your self loathing, your doubt… ALL OF IT!! You let it slough off of you like gunk down the drain! Your reality is what you make of it!! You don’t want to be judged, you won’t be. You don’t think you’re strong enough, you are. You think you’re a failure. Don’t be. You have all of the weapons you need… Now!! FIGHT!!! And don’t stop fighting!! You don’t give up!! Not now, not ever!!!” And from ay one, I have not stopped fighting.
You want to know why it was that you lost to me in the first place Roxi? It was because I wanted that Championship title so bad, I could taste it. I could feel it calling to me in my veins!! I wanted it more than you wanted to keep it. And that’s why you lost it. You’re just not hungry enough for it Roxi. You don’t’ want I for the right reasons. You want it because you can’t believe that you lost it in the first place. You are still thoroughly ensconced in your fantasy world, and you still believe that you’re the true Champion… And you need to have the title to try and keep your fantasy world going… You want it because you need that escape. Well, too bad! This title is mine now!! And unlike you… I will put everything on the line to be able to keep it!!
Réveillez-vous! Vos rêves de bandes dessinées sont à venir à une fin Roxi! JE SUIS LE CHAMPION DE LA SCW BOMBSHELLS! ET APRÈS DECEMBER 2 DISMEMBER, JE VAIS ENCOR ÊTRE LE CHAMPION DE LA SCW BOMBSHELLS! AFFAIRE AVEC ELLE BITCH! {WAKE UP! Your comic book dreams are coming to an end Roxi! I AM THE SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPION! AND AFTER DECEMBER 2 DISMEMBER, I WILL STILL BE THE SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPION!! DEAL WITH IT BITCH!!}
Get ready Roxi… your whole existence is about to be blown to bits… And there's nothing you can do to stop it!! I will rock you to the very core of you, and turn your world upside down. And then, after you've succumbed to the Sweetest Emrace, I will send you to your own personal hell… Where you are tormented second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour, an day after day with the fact that you are no longer the SCW Bombshell Champion… And that I am. Get ready for oblivion Roxi. I've already got your ticket ready.
The Pay Per View is almost here… Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Enjoy your Turkey Day.
Au Revoir Tout le monde!!
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Post by: Roxi Johnson on November 30, 2013, 11:59:35 PM
And I'm going to.
[ Roxi and Andrea sit on the roof of a building, waiting.]
Andrea - You...you up for this?
Roxi - I guess.
Andrea - You don't have to, you can just go back, I can handle this.
Roxi - No, we're a team. We stick together.
Andrea - You sure?
Roxi - Yeah.
Andrea - Alright, let's go.
[Andrea and Roxi move along the roof, when Roxi looks down and her foot slips off the edge, she grabs the edge as she falls off, hanging there, more embarassed than anything.]
Andrea - ...Are you alright?
Roxi - Yeah. I'm fine.
Andrea - Come on, let me help you up.
[ She does. ]
Roxi - Sorry.
Andrea - Are you sure you're okay?
Roxi - Yes. I can do this. It's just...been a while.
[ Andrea shoots Roxi a look ]
Roxi - What?
Andrea - Nothing.
[ The two move on, and they eventually find their target, a group of men, unloading a truck. ]
Andrea - Okay, ready, on 3....
Roxi - Wait...
Andrea - What?
Roxi - Is it..."3" then go? or when you say "3" we go?
Andrea - After.
Roxi - Then why did you say on 3?
Andrea - It was just an expression.
Roxi - It's very confusing.
Andrea - Can we stop the bad guys please?
Roxi - ...Okay. After "3"
Andrea - Ready?
Roxi - Ready.
Andrea - 1....
Roxi - 2...
Andrea - Wait...why are you saying two?
Roxi - Speeding up things.
Andrea - No, it's on my count.
Roxi - Fine.
Andrea - Now....1...
Roxi - 2..3!
Andrea - Sonofa...
[ Without warning, Roxi leaps down and surprises the men. ]
Roxi - Hello boys. I'm lost. Can anyone help me out?
[ Andrea jumps down, looking angry. ]
Andrea - What was that?
Roxi - It's called being coy.
Andrea - You jumped the count!
Roxi - I got tired of waiting.
Thug - You two sound like a married couple. Maybe you need a man in your lives. I'll take care of you both.
Roxi - *Gasp* You mean it? Aw, thanks mister.
Andrea - Shut up.
Roxi - You have no sense of drama.
Andrea - Could we?
Roxi - Right. Alright boys, let's fight.
Andrea - Thank you.
Thug - Get 'em boys!
[ And thus, the brawl commences, with Roxi and Andrea easily dispatching the thugs, until one gets behind Roxi and tackles her to the ground. The two struggle for a while until Roxi begins to frantically try to get this guy off her. In a display of raw adrenaline, Roxi throws the thug off her, mounts him, and begins beating him. After a few seconds, the man is unconscious, but Roxi continues to beat him. Andrea has to tackle her friend off the guy after about a full minute. The rest of the thugs scatter. ]
Andrea - What the hell?
Roxi - I...I..
Andrea - You could have killed him.
Roxi - I...I'm sorry...I don't know...
[ Andrea drops down and checks the guy's pulse. ]
Andrea - He's alive. Barely. C'mon, let's go.
Roxi - I don't know what happened.
Andrea - I think I do. Let's go. The cops will be here soon, and they'll clean this mess up.
[ Back at the apartment, Roxi sulks while Andrea paces back and forth. ]
Roxi - I already said I was sorry.
Andrea - I know you did. We're past that now.
Roxi - So, where are we?
Andrea - I think you need to learn, all over again, just how to fight.
Roxi - What? I'm fine.
Andrea - What I saw tonight was you panicking. You let one guy get on top of you, and then, you exploded.
Roxi - I guess I had some bad flashbacks.
Andrea - Well, until you're ready, we've got work to do.
Roxi - What do you suppose we do?
Andrea - I have an idea, but you have to trust me, and try to control yourself.
Roxi - I will try.
[ Andrea leans down next to Roxi ]
Andrea - I know you will. And we're going to get through this. Now, I think you should probably talk to someone who doesn't know about all this.
Roxi - Who?
Andrea - You're friend.
Roxi - ....
Andrea - Someone who still believes in you.
Roxi - ...Of course! But...you think it'll work?
Andrea - She loves you.
Roxi - I guess.
Andrea - Then we'll ease you back into action. Take it slow.
Roxi - Syd...Thanks for this. Thanks for stopping me out there. Thanks for putting up with me. I let you down, I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
[ Andrea stands outside a large door to a training room at Guild HQ. Roxi emerges from the room, covered in sweat. ]
Roxi - How was that?
Andrea - Better.
Roxi - I think this is working.
Andrea - I hope so, We don't have a lot of time.
Roxi - What are you talking about?
Andrea - Oh...uh...nothing. Forget it.
Roxi - You can't just say something like that, and not expect me to ask you.
Andrea - It's nothing.
Roxi - It's not nothing.
Andrea - Look, we're focused on you, not me. We have to get you back in fighting shape.
Roxi - I know.
Andrea - Good. Now, let's do it again.
Roxi - What's the record?
Andrea - 32 Seconds.
Roxi - I got this.
[ Roxi re-enters the training room. ]
[ Later, Roxi and Andrea sit in their apartment. ]
Roxi - Okay, now that that's over. Can we talk?
Andrea - Sure.
Roxi - So, as much fun as I had with Emi last week, why did you do that?
Andrea - Because I had to know if you were really ready to get back into the game.
Roxi - That's a nice line, but I'm not buying.
Andrea - It's the truth.
Roxi - No, it's not.
Andrea - Yes it is.
Roxi - Emi's not 100% ready and you know that. And she's my friend. Of course I was careful.
Andrea - Right, I was just making sure.
Roxi - There's something you're not telling me.
Andrea - Ugh...
Roxi - Spill it...
Andrea - *Sigh* I'm leaving.
Roxi - ...Are...are you breaking up with me?
Andrea - It's why we don't have time. I have to go.
Roxi - Why are you leaving?
Andrea - Because I've been chosen for a different assignment.
Roxi - Wait.. You?
Andrea - What is that supposed to mean?
Roxi - Nothing. I.... I guess I'm just a little upset.
Andrea - It wasn't personal. I loved working with you. Despite you almost getting me killed a bunch of times.
Roxi - It was only 12.
Andrea - Still, It was fun.
Roxi - So, is Emi going to be my partner after you?
Andrea - I don't know.
Roxi - Well, is this it?
Andrea - Well, I think you're ready.
Roxi - You think?
Andrea - Yup. But, you know what...One last time, let's go crack some skulls.
Roxi - ...I'm really going to miss this.
Post by: Staggs on December 01, 2013, 12:07:06 AM
Post by: Roxi Johnson on December 06, 2013, 11:31:25 PM
SUCK IT FLORIDA STATE HATERS! WE’RE NO. 1! WE’RE NO.1!
Oh yeah, that’s right. I know you can see me doing the Seminole chop right now, and it makes you upset. You know, it’s just too bad that Alabama lost to Auburn, because I really would have liked for FSU to take down an SEC team in the National Championship game. But alas, we’ll just have to crush Ohio State in the National title game instead. I’m not worried an iota about OSU because I think they suck. They’re school is just so pretentious. It bugs me. So it will be a little more satisfying when FSU wins the National title by beating them too.
Well, rant over. That felt really good.
Oh yes, I’m supposed to be talking about Gothika aren’t I?
Let’s just be honest here. Gothika has been parading around with my bombshell’s title like she’s really the champion because a High Stakes, she got one over on me, and cheated to win the title. She STOLE that title from me. It’s not a big secret. Everyone who watched that event either live or on pay-per-view knows that’s the truth. They know that I would have beaten you Gothika had it not been for your partner running down to the ring and handing you that title. I would say there’s no denying it, but then again, it’s you, and you are a master and denying the truth. Case in point: You actually believe that it was you who beat me last time. And you really think you’re going to this time.
I know what you’re thinking, Gothika. I can almost hear the words coming out of your mouth. After I carried you to a victory, after a month of handing you loss after loss in tag matches, I know you have one thing on your mind. It’s written all over your face.
“That doesn’t mean you can beat me.”
And you know what? you’re right.
In fact, it doesn’t mean anything. I did what I did this past month just to prove a point to you. There is no double standard here, it doesn’t mean I can beat you, nor does it mean you can beat me. What it does mean is that cheap shots and shortcuts will NOT get it done Sunday.
Because Sunday, We’re going to put the talk to rest. We’re going to settle a very old question that has yet to be properly answered. Who is better: Me or you?
Now, I know, you’re just going to point to your record against me, right? you've beatnen me twice and left me laying a few times and the list can go on and on and on. And you, deep down in your soul, honestly think that those things make you better than me. You really think you’re that good.
Who do you think you are? Tim Tebow?
I know you have convinced yourself that you’re better because of those wins, but let’s understand that those “wins” fall into the same category as blindsiding your opponent after a match is over. As in, it doesn’t mean anything. But all that, is going to change on Sunday.
Sunday, it’s going to be one on one.
It’s just you, and me, and the Bombshell's title on the line.
That’s right Gothika, no partners to hide behind, no distractions, no interruptions, and most importantly, no EXCUSES. It’s time to put up or shut up Gothika. This is it. This is your big chance. You can finally prove whether or not your so-called “wins” can justify your bragging, or, the more likely scenario, I prove those wins were nothing more than flukes, and crush your ego a little more than time has, sending you back to you're group of fleglings that will massage your ego back to health and pull the stake from your heart that a I shove into it.
I know which one I'm betting on.
Do you think you’ve got what it takes to keep the bombshell's title from me? Did you think that I was just going to roll over and let you continue this reign of mid-level terror you want to have? The facts are that since you have become the champion, people have lost interest. People are bored. Because you come on the show, and figuratively suck the life out of it. Yeah. Vampires. Because we obviously don’t have enough of those running around.
I mean, this match is a woman who pretends to be undead, and an undead vampire with a whole lot of comic book knowledge for some reason… versus a true superhero. Yes, I was too surprised when Gothika started talking about Batman and Superman. It seems that that had become her best offense. Proclaiming that I am detached from reality. This from the woman who has been running around doing voodoo or witchcraft or vampireism on a daily basis is telling me that "this is the real world" and that I need to grow up. I am at a loss for words for how silly that is but, it's what Gothika thinks is clever or funny.
I know full what I'm up against, I delusional woman who I must stop. It's as simple as that. I know what has to be done, and I know what's going to happen. I'm going to walk into December to Dismember and defeat Gothika and win my title back, because the truth of the matter is, I am better than she is. I will continue to be the beacon of hope that SCW needs. I will be the light in the dark. Because I have to be. I cannot fail. I will not retreat. I will not surrender. Not to Gothika or any other evil force that threatens SCW. Because that's what I do.
At December to Dismember, I will become a two-time Bombshell's champion, and I will stamp out the villainy of the Fallen. I will re-claim what I lost, and there is nothing Gothika or any member of her crew can do about it.
I will complete the hero's journey, and once again, become a champion.
[ Roxi sits down on the couch, which now has a lot of empty space. ]
Roxi - Vision, This is really weird.
Vision - I know.
Roxi - So, where did she go?
Vision - Top secret assignment. She got handpicked.
Roxi - I can't believe she's gone.
Vision - It's hard, but, I think she liked being here.
Roxi - I hope so.
Vision - You two were a great a team.
Roxi - So, what happens now?
Vision - What do you mean?
Roxi - Do I get another partner? Is Emi my partner now?
Vision - I don't think so.
Roxi - So, I'm on my own again?
Vision - I guess.
Roxi - Wow...this is weird.
Vision - Why?
Roxi - I don't know what to do with myself now. There's no one to have witty banter with.
Vision - I'm always here.
Roxi - You aren't fun.
Vision - I was here before Andrea.
Roxi - My point still stands...
[ Roxi now in full costume ends up standing on a rooftop, looking down at the city.]
Roxi - It looks so peaceful.
Vision - It can be.
Roxi - But there just so much work to do, and now, I don't have a partner...
Vision - I think you're ready to go solo again.
Roxi - You think?
Vision - Yes. You know you've done it before, and I know you can do it again.
Roxi - I guess.
Vision - Besides, you have another group to lead.
Roxi - I guess.
Vision - You are.
Roxi - I didn't think I was the leader.
Vision - They look up to you.
Roxi - I guess you're right.
Vision - You have an obligation to them, and the rest of the world, you have to be that symbol...
Roxi - Thanks, Vision.
Vision - Now, let's go to work.
Roxi - Give me a moment, I need to have a chat with someone.
[ Roxi sits in an alley rooftop, looking down at a particular old man who stands outside an isolated area, smoking a cigarette. Roxi drops down as the old man stares off, not really acknowledging her. ]
Roxi - You know those things will kill you, Mr. Jameson.
Mr. Jameson - I'm 70 years old, what do I care?
Roxi - You know this place needs you.
Mr. Jameson - Just like the rest of the city needs you? Yet you're spending your time with a dying old man.
Roxi - You are part of this city, and I worry about you when your out like this.
Mr. Jameson - You don't have to worry about me.
Roxi - You're out here way too late.
Mr. Jameson - I'm just waiting.
Roxi - Waiting? For what?
Mr. Jameson - My daughter.
Roxi - Wait...where is she?
Mr. Jameson - I don't know.
Roxi - I don't understand...
Mr. Jameson - She's around. I expect back every day.
Roxi - Is she is some kind of trouble? I can help her...
Mr. Jameson - I don't think so. I'm sure she's just fine.
Roxi - When...when did she leave?
Mr. Jameson - A long time ago. My ex-wife won her in the custody battle.
Roxi - How long has it been?
Mr. Jameson - About 20 years.
Roxi - You've been waiting 20 years for her?
Mr. Jameson - I know she'll be back some day.
Roxi - Well, that's something to hope for I guess.
Mr. Jameson - I don't hope, I know she'll come back.
Roxi - Has...has she tried to contact you?
Mr. Jameson - I don't think so.
Roxi - So...forgive me for asking, but, what makes you think she'll come back?
Mr. Jameson - Because she's that good of a person.
Roxi - Oh...
[ Mr. Jameson quietly takes his last drag and stamps out his cigarette. ]
Mr. Jameson - You don't need to worry. You've got more important thing to worry about.
Roxi - You going to be okay?
Mr. Jameson - Of course. You came and talked with an old man. Thank you for that.
Roxi - Any time Mr. Jameson.
Mr. Jameson - You better get back to work. No need to trouble yourself with me.
[ Roxi turns to leave. ]
Roxi - ...I hope she does come back.
Mr. Jameson - So do I.
Roxi - Hey, one last thing...what does she look like?
Mr. Jameson - Last time I saw her, she was such a cute little redheaded kid. Such an adventurous Little Girl - .
Roxi - Well...I think she'll come back.
Mr. Jameson - Thanks. Now go on, the city needs you.
[ Later, Roxi is sitting on the roof, her feet dangling over the edge, as she ponders Mr. Jameson's words. Then, a Little Girl - comes running out of a house ]
Little Girl - - Help! Help!
[ Roxi jumps down and comforts the little girl ]
Little Girl - - You gotta help!
Roxi - What's wrong?
Little Girl - - Those men in my mom's house! They're going to hurt my mom!
Roxi - Where?
[ The Little Girl points in the direction of a yellow house. ]
Roxi - Stay outside the house, I'll go help your mom.
[ Roxi rushes towards the yellow house, and enters, the two men stop and look at her. ]
Roxi - Excuse me gents, why don't we take this outside? We're messing up this nice ladies' house.
Man #1 - Get her!
[ One of the two rushes Roxi, but She easily side steps him, and he falls out the door, tripping over the door jamb and falling. ]
Roxi - Care to join us? It's always more fun with a group.
[ The other thug now stops what he is doing and runs at Roxi but, she again sidesteps him, and he runs right into his partner. ]
Roxi - Now, you two want to tell me what your doing here? Or do I have to break out the toys?
[The two try to run away, but she takes two bolos out of her belt, and wraps up the two fleeing thugs. She quickly finishes them with some strikes. After dragging them to a spot where she can keep an eye on them, she re-enters the house. ]
Roxi - Ma'am? Are you okay?
Woman - Yes. Thank you.
Roxi - It's why I'm here.
Woman - Oh no, Michelle! Where is she?
Roxi - You're daughter?
Woman - Yes. She's not here!
Roxi - She's okay. She's right here.
[ Michelle re-enters the house from outside. ]
Michelle - Mommy!
Woman - Michelle!
[ They hug as Roxi turns to leave. ]
Woman - Thank you. So much! You are a real hero.
Roxi - It's my job.
[ Roxi finally swings away]
Post by: roproductions on December 06, 2013, 11:38:16 PM
Place: Hollywood, California Venue: Vanguard Grand Nightclub
Match: SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCHUP
Opponent: Vs. Roxi Johnson
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So, the clock keeps on ticking towards one of the biggest nights of the year… That’s right!! It’s almost Christmas time!!! True, we’ve just had Thanksgiving, but any true Christmas Shopper was out there on Black Friday with the rest of them, fighting and squabbling to get the best prices of the year, preparing for that most magical of days, when Santa comes down the chimney to deliver presents…. And I know what present the SCW’s resident spandex clad super hero is hoping for. She’s hoping that he’ll help her defeat the current Bombshell Champion, Gothika and claim that title for herself. But the Vampyric Champion is hell bent on making sure that Roxi’s stocking is stuffed with coal… so she can bash her in the face with it I’m guessing… And so that she can dash Roxi’s dreams of being the SCW Bombshell Champion once more to as many pieces as there are snowflakes that Santa brushes off of his beard each Christmas Morning. No matter the reasons why she’s wanting it to happen, you can tell that the battle that is going to take place at the Pay Per View is going to be EPICNESS IN THE FLESH!! Can Gothika keep her cool and her championship firmly around her waist? Does Roxi Johnson actually come from a family of South Park’s Crab People like Misty claims she does? Will Christian Underwood get his wish of a sexy Santa Claus, wrapped in a bow under his Christmas Tree this year? I know I’m no the only one who’s on the edge of their seat with excitement as I wait to see what’s gonna happen…. Let’s get to the action....
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… BFF’S INDEED ...
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The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Champion, Gothika. They were not intended for the younger viewers of our audience. They contain content which is extremely graphic in nature. So graphic, they've even given me nightmares which make me hide under the bed and use a night light if I watch them for too long. If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until you have something to settle your stomach before continuing. If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further. If you do go further, be prepared to wet and soil yourselves. You have to provide your own diapers and wet wipes.
Parental discretion is advised.********** END ADVISORY!! **********
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*** An Except from the Online Blog of Gothika ***
December 4, 2013
Bonjour Tout le monde,
So, another week passes, another holiday goes by, and I’m wondering, just what it is that you all have been thankful for this Thanksgiving Holiday. Were you able to enjoy your friends and family? Did you gorge yourselves on turkey and dressing, and cranberry sauce? Did you slice the pumpkin pie and cover it in whipped cream, then sit back and watch football until you all were dropped into a food coma? Is that what you did this holiday?
If that’s what you did… then good for you. I’m glad you were able to enjoy your holiday season. Just like I’m hoping hat Roxi Johnson enjoyed her Thanksgiving. I know… you’re all wondering why I would say something like that. Well, truth be told… I’m not heartless. I do have blood flowing through my veins being pumped by that muscle that normally has become the symbol for those glorious emotions known as love, compassion and kindness. And contrary to popular belief… I do feel emotions. In fact, I feel them extremely keenly. Which is why I react the way that I do when the things and people that I care about… Those and that which I hold dear… And everything which I cherish is threatened.
You see… it’s not that I don’t like Roxi Johnson. Well… Let me put that a better way… It’s not that I don’t think that Roxi and I could eventually be friends… Hang on… Let me try that again… It’s not that I don’t respect Roxi Johnson…
Nope… now wait a minute… Let me stop myself right there… Let me break a few things down for a minute…
In the beginning… when Roxi first stepped onto the scene, I thought to myself… Now there is someone who is going to set herself up as an icon. As someone who will stand out from the crowd, and not turn into one of those sycophantic attention whores who do things, and go after titles for the status that is involved with holding them. I thought she was going to be one of the ones who stood for the integrity of the sport. And I thought that I would and could respect her… But let’s face it… She got her hands on the title and she just… changed.
Here I am… standing in the back, cheering her on… Hoping that she would fight the good fight, and I don’t mean all of that truth, justice, and the American Way bullshit… I mean fight for honor… fight for integrity… fight for respect!!! And yet, she becomes just another Cookie Cutter Barbie, only wearing a flippin’ mask!! She turns herself from ‘The Break Out Superhero Bombshell’ into ‘Just Any Old Bombshell in The Back’, and it was like a knife to my sense of sensibility!! I swear, the mask is just to hide the shame she should be feeling deep within her for turning her back on that which should matter most to her! The art and sport of wrestling!!!
And finally, it got to the point where I just couldn’t take it anymore… And I have to admit… the loss of the Bombshell Tag Team Titles was like kismet… Because it opened up my opportunity… And I took it!!
Yes I called her out. I called her out because she needed to be called out! She needed a wake up call in the form of a good, hard slap to the face and a kick to he jaw, which I supplied in abundance!! And yet… she was surprised that I beat her. She was surprised that she lost. She had expected… EXPECTED for me to just roll over… be a push over and an easy win!! When I’m so very much far from that!! I am no one’s easy win!! I am no one’s push over!! I am no one’s patsy, and I’m NOBODY’S FOOL!!
I saw through you like you were a window pane Roxi. I SEE THROUGH YOU NOW!! All of your bravado and your grand standing… All of your self proclaimed bad ass-ness… It is all just your way of hiding the truth… That you fear me. You fear knowing that you can’t stand against me!! You fear knowing that you won’t be able to get your hands back on his Championship Title as long as I’m holding it! You fear the fact that I’ve got your number, and your scent, and I enjoy hunting you down and stalking you in the ring! You fear your destiny, which is to lose against me! You reek of the fear! It engulfs you like a sweet scent that calls me to beat you down in order to tenderize you and cause the fear to engulf your essence, and then sink my fangs into you and drink it all down to strengthen me!
Don’t you see? You are not a Super hero!! YOU ARE MY PREY!! YOU ARE THE SCARED LITTLE RABBIT WHO FREEZES WHEN THE SCENT OF THE PREDATOR GETS CLOSE!! YOU’RE THE FRIGHTENED LITTLE DOE THAT IS SO TERRIFIED THAT IT CAN’T DRINK WATER AT THE STREAM BECAUSE IT KNOWS THAT THE WOLF IS WAITING JUST IN THE NEARBY BUSHES!! YOU ARE THE SCARED LITTLE MOUSE, THAT’S SEEN THE CAT BARING DOWN ON IT, AND IT’S POOR LITTLE HEART GIVES OUT!
Oh Roxi… You seem to enjoy this little dance we do almost as much as I… I toss you a little bit of bait, you get your little taste of courage back, and again, you fall into the waiting clutches of the hunter. But I’ve got a purpose and a destiny… And it goes like this…
Et la bête en moi se lèvera et frapper mes ennemis, laissant derrière lui dans son sillage une traînée de cadavres et un fleuve de sang. Il jettera à perdre ceux qui s'opposent à nous, ouvrant la voie pour le juste de monter aux cieux, et en broyant le immoral dans la poussière sous C'est talon de la chaussure! C'EST SOUS TALON DE LA CHAUSSURE!
{ And the beast within me shall rise up and smite mine enemies, leaving behind in it's wake a trail of bodies and a river of blood. It will lay to waste those who stand against us, paving the path for the righteous to ascend to the Heavens, and grinding the immoral into the dust under it's boot heel! UNDER IT'S BOOT HEEL!! }
DON’T YOU GET IT ROXI?!! YOU WILL NOT GET THIS CHAMPIONSHIP BACK!! I WILL PERSONALLY SEE TO IT!!
JE SUIS VOTRE MONSTRE PRIVÉE ET votre pire cauchemar! JE SUIS CELUI QUI VOUS Sens frissons et tremblement dans la terreur de se cacher sous la couette LA NUIT! Je goûterai votre peur et il va me nourrir et me rendre plus fort! JE SUIS GOTHIKA! CHAMPION DES bombes! ET AU PAY PER VIEW je vous mettrai en déroute ROXI JOHNSON![/size]
{ I AM YOUR OWN PRIVATE MONSTER, AND YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!! I AM THAT WHICH SENS YOU SHIVERING AND QUAKING IN TERROR TO HIDE UNDER THE COVERS AT NIGHT!! I WILL TASTE YOUR FEAR AND IT WILL NOURISH ME AND MAKE ME STRONGER!! I AM GOTHIKA!! CHAMPION OF THE BOMBSHELLS!! AND AT THE PAY PER VIEW I WILL DEFEAT YOU ROXI JOHNSON!! }
See you at the Pay Per View everyone… I know that I for one, am anxious for the day to arrive. It’ll be almost as much fun as Christmas Morning.
Au Revoir Tout le monde!!
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Time: November 29, 2013… 12:30 PM
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada… Our Lady of Eminent Peace Mental Hospital...
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All around her was white. Everything… the walls, the floors, the ceilings… the bed… The linens… it was like an endless sea of white, surrounding her and drowning he senses. They’d even clad her completely in white. A pair of white pajama bottoms, and tank top, topped with the white straight jacket that they kept her almost constantly confined in. The only things that changed the blandness of her surroundings was the hair that hung down over her eyes, and her feet at the end of her white pajama bottoms, and those few little splashes of color were not enough.
Behind her eyes, she kept hearing The Other, taunting her… trying to coax her into the depths of the inside, where it could weave a world for her to escape… But she knew that if she did, then it would take over and leave her stranded deep within herself. And so… she put up with the feeling of being consumed by pure white…. All day, every day… just white.
When she couldn’t take the oppressiveness of it any longer, she would sit and count, over and over again, chanting a little rhyme to herself to pass away the time.
“One, two three, four, five, six…. Bash them with rocks and hit them with sticks…. One, two three, four, five, six…. Bash them with rocks and hit them with sticks….”
Sometimes, when the oppressiveness of the intensity of the white became too much, she would curl up against a wall and bang her head against it until a splash of red would show. When the red was there, she would sit and stare at it for hours. She’d look for patterns in the splatter to keep her mind sharp… much like looking for patterns in the clouds. Sometimes, she’d see a unicorn… Sometimes she’d see a kitty cat. But lately, The Other was even twisting even the littlest bit of joy she could find, turning it into a gruesome sight. She’d see maggots in the red, and hear The Other taunting her in her head, telling her that her mind was spoiled and they came from inside of her. She’d see images of herself, bent and broken, and those that put her here were standing over her, grinning down at he evilly. When that would happen, she’d shriek and chant over and over to herself.
“NOT REAL!! NOT REAL!!! NOT REAL!! NOT REAL!!”
Sometimes it worked, and the images would go away quickly. But more often than not now, it wouldn’t work fast enough… It would disappear only just before her agitated state would bring ‘Them’ in with the syringes that poked and filled her with the mind numbing stuff. She knew she wasn’t crazy before she got here… But she also knew deep down that if things didn’t ease up, that by the time she got out, either The Other would have won, or she’d be stark raving mad.
Today, things were different. Today, The Other was blessedly quiet. She was curled up on the floor, her knees to her chest, still bound by the straight jacket, and she was able to concentrate on the color of her toes, and sing a little song to herself that she’d sing when she was a child as she tap, tap, tapped her toes and feet on the ground.
“Little Rabbit Foo Foo, hopping through the forest… Scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head.
Little Puppy Boo Boo scampers right after…
Barking at the field mice and slobbering on their head.
Little Kitty Shoo Shoo, skitters right behind him…
Pouncing on the field mice and chomping them till their dead.”
That’s when ‘They’ came and broke up the endless white… ‘They’ came into the room, and pulled her to her feet, and she knew better than to struggle. She just kept singing her song…
“Little Rabbit Foo Foo, hopping through the forest… Scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head.
Little Puppy Boo Boo scampers right after…
Barking at the field mice and slobbering on their head.
Little Kitty Shoo Shoo, skitters right behind him…
Pouncing on the field mice and chomping them till their dead.”
‘They’ took her to the bathroom where all that was in the room was a large tub filled with hot water, a bar of soap and a wash cloth, and undid the straps of the straight jacket, taking it from her. She heard ‘Their’ instructions… to bathe quickly and not to dawdle. She knew that if she was going to survive this, she would need to comply.
Two of ‘Them’ left the room, leaving only the female ‘Them’ behind to keep an eye on her. She slowly took off everything as the female ‘Them’ held up a towel so that the males outside couldn’t see what they weren’t supposed to see. No no no… No flashing… That is a bad thing, and you end up with more time in the endless white, or even worse… The padded white.
She sunk into the hot water and reveled at the feel of it on her skin… The sensation broke the monotony that had filled her mind and she slipped herself completely under, and came back up to feel renewed and rejuvenated. She scrubbed herself clean, and when she was done, she took the offered comb and detangled her long hair before she stepped into the long white robe the female ‘Them’ was holding out to her. She wrung the extra water out of her hair and quickly braided it into a single braid down her back, and let the female ‘Them’ put a hair tie on the end of it before she stepped behind a screen to change into a new colored outfit… This one a light blue. It broke up the all encompassing white, and she smiled a bit as she started to sing her song again.
“Little Rabbit Foo Foo, hopping through the forest… Scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head.
Little Puppy Boo Boo scampers right after…
Barking at the field mice and slobbering on their head.
Little Kitty Shoo Shoo, skitters right behind him…
Pouncing on the field mice and chomping them till their dead.”
She kept singing as ‘They’ lead her through the hallways to a new section she hadn’t been to before. This place had color… There were windows, and the floor was black and white tiles… like a chess board. As she walked, she kept her eyes down on the floor, counting the steps she took, praying to herself that she would not be sunk into the endless white for a while.
‘They’ sat her down at a table and placed a deck of cards in front of her, and it was like a transformation took place. Her hands started to work as if on their own, shuffling and cutting the deck, and dealt a hand of solitaire. The familiar movement settled her mind, and it was like she could almost think straight again.
She was deeply ensconced in a difficult game of spiderette solitaire, looking for a way to open a space to put her king when a hand reaches out and puts a six-stack on a stack ending in a seven and opens up a space for her. She looks up and blinks slowly as a familiar voice reaches her addled brain.
“Hello Raynin. It’s Gothika.”
She smiles at the sight of her friend and jumps up to hug her, but stop with her arms out as one of ‘Them’ moves towards her menacingly. She stands there with her arms out as Gothika turns and speaks to ‘Them’ sharply.
“It’s ok!! She’s just happy to see me! She won’t hurt me, you asshole!! Now get back to where you were and let me say hi to my friend!!”
Gothika turns back to Raynin and slips her arms around her friend’s waist and hugs her tightly as Raynin hugs her back just as fiercely, finally letting the tears flow from her eyes to dampen Gothika’s shoulder.
“It’s you!! It’s really you!! I get so confused sometimes… I can’ tell what’s real or not anymore!! It’s ‘Their’ fault!! ‘Theirs’ and The Other’s… ‘They’ pump me full of these meds, and The Other just won’ leave me alone!! She keeps rattling around behind my eyeballs, screaming to be let out… But if I did let her out… Then I know I’d never get out of here!! And I don’t just mean out of the hospital, I mean out of my mind!! She’d turn it into a prison!!”
Gothika nods and pats her friend’s back gently and sighs heavily.
“I know Raynin. I really do know.”
Raynin pulls back from her friend and looks around nervously.
“What day is it? How long have I been in here?”
Gothika swallows and sits beside her friend, setting a bag down on the table beside her.
“You’ve been in here a couple of weeks. It’s the day after Thanksgiving. The December 2 Dismember II Pay Per View is coming up, and I get to defend my Championship against Roxi Johnson. She called in a rematch clause on me.”
Raynin runs her hand over her face and sighs heavily.
“So long… It’s felt like much longer though. It felt like I’d been in here for months.”
Gothika nods slowly and shrugs.
“Well, good thing is, they took you to a new hospital, and the Head of the department let me bring you some of the Thanksgiving Dinner that Darknyss made. Bad thing is, they changed your meds to something stronger.”
Gothika leans in close and whispers to her friend.
“But I’ve got something that will help you with that…”
Raynin shakes her head and swallows heavily.
“I deserve to be here…. I can’t believe I actually attacked you and Lady… I’m sorry… I really am…”
Gothika shakes her head and unzips the bag she’s brought and opens a Styrofoam plate filled with food. She leans in again and takes Raynin’s hand in hers.
“Listen… Stop feeling sorry for yourself! I know it wasn’t you!!”
Raynin pulls her hand away and shakes her head, banging her fist against the side of her temple over and over again, starting to rock slowly.
“But it’s my fault!! I left you and Lady in the lurch cause I couldn’t’ keep my cool!!”
Gothika reaches out and shakes Raynin’s bicep sharply and growls at her quietly.
“Chill!! Now!!”
Raynin stops and looks up at her friend. Gothika places the plate in front of her and sticks a spork in the food quickly.
“Look Raynin… Lady and I are fine. Diamond stepped in, so we’re not an Angel down. She’s also looking into why you suddenly snapped like you did. She doesn’t think it was you! She thinks someone’s been tampering with you… Like maybe Mama Louvelle has someone in the SCW that’s doing stuff to you. She’s investigating while she’s here. She also gave me a little something that should help you to get The Other under control. I slipped it in your mashed potatoes while the guard wasn’t looking, so make sure you start with those. Ok?”
Raynin looks like she’s sulking and Gothika slaps her bicep playfully and picks up a spoonful of mashed potatoes.
“Look, don’t make me do the choo choo train noises with you. Trust me… Trust Lady… Trust Diamond… Just one spoonful and things should start to look up. What she came up with should also help keep those meds at bay.”
Raynin nods and takes the spoonful of food and swallows it, almost without tasting it. Almost instantly, her eyes brightened, and looked more clear. She takes the spoon from her friend and starts shoveling the food into her mouth. As she does, Gothika reaches into her bag and pulls out a strange looking doll. It’s hand stitched, and she goes to hand it to Raynin, and the guard comes over, grabbing Gothika’s hand. Gothika looks up at him and frowns, growling deep in her throat.
“Take your hand from me.”
The guard drops her hand and says gruffly.
“You aren’t allowed to give the patients anything!”
Raynin sighs heavily and sits back, holding up the hand stitched doll.
“It’s just a doll. I’ve already cleared I with the head of the Department when he cleared the meal. He thought that something from home might help bring her back to her senses. I have a copy of his orders right here.”
She reaches in the bag and pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to the guard who looks it over. He nods and takes the doll from Gothika’s hand and places it beside Raynin’s plate, then goes back to standing by the door. Gothika leans back towards her friend and nods towards the doll.
“That’s one of Diamond’s poppets… She keyed it specifically to you, using some of your hair from one of your brushes. Keep it with you a all times. Keep it tucked in your waistband. It will keep the spell that’s I just put in your food active. This should help at least until we can get you out of here and get some serious mojo working on you.”
Raynin looks down at the doll and blinks back tears.
“I thought you would have given up on me after I attacked you like that…”
Gothika shakes her head and pats her friend’s hand gently.
“Of course not… You’re my friend… You’re my sister from another Mister… You’re an Angel! And Angels are FOR LIFE!! Through thick and thin, good and bad… We will ALWAYS have your back! There are Angels world wide!! You are NEVER alone!”
Raynin nods and takes a few more bites of her food before she looks up at her friend and holds her fist out for a bump.
“Rip Roxi a new one for me, ok?”
Gothika bumps her fist with her friend’s and nods slowly.
“Oh you know I will. I’m not letting this Championship out of my sight for a good long time.”
Gothika sits back and watches her friend finish her Thanksgiving meal as the scene fades out.
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Post by: Staggs on December 07, 2013, 12:37:01 AM