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Raynin, Climax Control RP 1
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Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Weekly Show, Climax Control
DATE: 07/19/2015
 
Place: Hong Kong, China
 
 Venue:  Hong Kong Football Club Stadium
 
Match: WORLD BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP Match up
 
Opponent:   w. Gothika VS. DELIA DARLING AND MERCEDES VARGAS
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What a travesty!! The Warrior Angel was unable to get her hands on the World Bombshell Title, and she was none too happy about that fact... In fact, the fall out from what happened was quite devastating, not just for her, but for everyone else around her. But she's right back to climbing to the top. The Powers that Be noticed how distraught she was, and gave her a title shot, just not for the one she was hoping for. Instead of getting another shot at Mikah for the World Bombshell Championship, she and her partner, Gothika get a shot at the Bombshell Tag Team Championship. I guess they liked the fact that the Vampyric Angel was able to keep winning, even though her partner couldn’t' seem to seal the deal against Mikah. So, this Climax Control, the Angels of the Fallen will get the chance to face off against the current champions, Delia Darling and Mercedes Vargas!! Will Raynin be able to keep her head in the game against the longest reigning Bombshell Tag Team? Or will things fall apart for them once more, and she let another title slip through her fingers? Will she be able to keep the voices in her head at bay? Or will they take over once more? I know I'm gonna be on the edge of my seat for this one!! What about you? …
 
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*** An Except from the Online Blog of Gothika ***
July 17, 2015
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
Bonjour Tout le monde,
I think you all know what time it is... It's time for another awesome moment with me... The Vampyric Angel... And I hope that it's as enjoyable for you as it is for me. Now, I know that you all, my fans enjoy moments like this, when you get to learn a bit more about me. And I want to take this time to thank all of you for the comments and messages that you leave for me all of the time. And I'm not just thanking those of you that leave the good messages... The awesome messages from those who care about my friends and I really make my day. The well wishers, and the true fans... Those of The Flock who have already gained their wings, and those who are still in their shells... But I'm also thanking all of you who left the bad stuff too. You know who you are... The bullies... The naysayers... Those who have nothing better to do than to try to harrass my friends and I because we happened to be the opponents of someone you thought was prettier, or shook their butts better than we did... I don't think you quite understand just what kind of motivation you who diss us, actually provide us.
See... There are many of those out there who don't quite understand what it means to be an Angel. See, an Angel doesn't do what they do for the recognition... They don't do it for the fame, the fortune, the glamor... An Angel simply is because it's what they were born to do... It's what they were MEANT to do... It is their destiny to be exactly who and what they are... And they simply act upon what they were called to do. It's that simple act of being that lifts them up from the ashes of obscurity to the pinnacle of greatness... And those who try to drag us down... Those who try to browbeat us... Those who try to treat us like we're less than nothing... Those are the people who push us to be better than we were. Don't you see? The more you talk shit about us.. The more you call us names, and demean us, and try to put us down... The more you actually lift us up. You push us up out of the muck and mire of self pity and self loathing that you try to create, so that it doesn't even get the chance to muddy the bottom of our boots. You give our wings the lift they need to carry us higher... You give us the drive to soar as high as we possibly can...
Yes, our fans give us the desire to be the best... Those who love us make us strive to be the best that we can for them... But it's those of you who despise us who make us fight that much harder... You make us give that much more when we step into that ring. Because it's when you treat us like shit, that we fight that much harder to prove you wrong. So I say, keep throwing shade... Keep talking trash about us... Keep putting it all out there, because it just makes when we win that much sweeter... Just like when we win this coming Sunday.
You see, this coming Sunday, there's another episode of Climax Control being aired.. And if I'm talking about it now, you know what that means... That means I've got a match coming up. That's right... And it's going to be interesting as hell! Can you believe it? Raynin and I have made the right kinds of impressions... We've got another title shot!! A chance to hold onto gold... A chance to show that the Angels of the Fallen are the best of the best!! A chance to prove that we have what it takes to stand at the top of our field, and hold the proof of it high... The pretty gold title belts with our names on the name plates.
I know what everyone thinks... We've held the titles so many times... Why do we always end up coming back to the Tag Team Division? Well, to be honest... It's because it's home. Yes, we can hold the singles Championship and do quite well on our own... But The Angels of the Fallen are the epitome of what a true Tag Team can be. Friends... Family... Working together to achieve greatness.. Who could ask for more? Who could ask for anything better than that?!! I mean, yes... Winning a single's title can be sweet... Very sweet... But there's nothing quite like going out there with a friend and doing the dang thang so well, that you walk away as the Champion.
See, that's the edge that Raynin and I have that our opponents don't have. Delia and Mercedes... They don't know the true and deep meaning of friendship. It took Delia having her face disfigured by a madwoman and a healthy dose of fire to wake her up to the evils of her ways... And now she claims that she's an anti-Mean Girl? Please!! To tell the truth, I know what truly motivates her... she's not happy unless she's ostracizing someone... And she just chose to ostracize the people she used to look like. You don't unlearn years of bad behavior and brutality to others just because you don’t' fit in with your previous clique due to an injury. It's going to take more than the pretty words to prove to me that she's still not the evil bitch she's always been deep down inside. I need to see her bare her soul... Let it all bleed out... Get down to the gristle and bone and expose it all... Then... maybe then will I believe she has changed.
But then... changed or not, it's not going to matter... In the end, all you are is a big bag of red to me. And I'm so very thirsty. Did you know, that it's only five pints of blood pumping through your veins? And a stomach can hold in general about three pints of fluid before it's full. But it only takes three pints of blood loss to induce death. Don't you find that intriguing? The exact amount of fluid a stomach can hold is exactly how much a person can withstand losing of blood... I personally think it's kismet... And I can't wait to test that theory, and use you as my guinea pig Delia.
You see... Ms. Darling... Right now, you have in your possession something which I covet. Something which will help to solidify my friend's mental state... something which was created especially for Raynin and myself in the hopes that we would one day be able to wear them for an extended amount of time... And we've come close... So very... Very close to being the longest reigning Champions in the history of the Sin City Wrestling while holding those titles... They are what we need to feel whole again... To feel complete... To express to the world what we already feel in our hearts... That we ARE the TRUE CHAMPIONS OF THE SCW!! The Angels of the Fallen are the champions that this world NEEDS AND DESERVES TO HAVE!! AND WE'RE NOT ABOUT TO LET YOU STOP US FROM BEING THOSE CHAMPIONS!!
WE ARE A FORCE OF NATURE!! WE WON’T STOP!! WE CAN’T STOP!! WE WILL KEEP ON FIGHTING AND CLAWING AND KICKING OUR WAY UNTIL WE HAVE WHAT SHOULD BE OURS!!! YOU ONCE CALLED US UGLY MONSTERS, DELIA... AND MONSTERS IS WHAT YOU WILL FACE WHEN YOU STEP INTO THE RING ON CLIMAX CONTROL!!
You're standing in our way Delia and Mercedes... And we bulldoze what's in our way... I thought you knew!!
Au Revoir Tout le monde!!
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>[Time: July 12, 2015, 11:30 PM...   
Place:  Sri Lanka…   Location:  Royal College Sports Complex…   SCW's Weekly Episode of Climax Control... Onstage...
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********** PARENTAL WARNING!! **********
The following are scenes from the July 12, 2015 airing of the Sin City Wresting’s weekly show, Climax Control. They were not shown due to time constraints. Parental discretion is advised.
********** END ADVISORY!! **********
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The crowd is already on their feet in anticipation from all of the action that’s been going on for the entire night! It’s been an amazing show so far, and they know that there’s only more awesomeness to come!
Suddenly, the lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of Dethklok's 'Black Fire Upon Us. On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues. The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the four flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen. They strike the same spot with a bright flash and four shadowy figures step out of the brightness.
Tonight We Ride On Clouds Of Fire
We're Damned By Gods Our DETHS Conspired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul
Fly With Us Tonight
Fly With Us Tonight
The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking confident. Diamond, Gothika, Darknyss and Raynin stand on stage and raise their fists in the air looking around confidently before the lights come up completely. Diamond is dressed in a light blue CHEONGSAM style silk crop top (meaning it's a crop top made to look like one of the traditional chinese style dresses), that's got dragons embroidered all over it in silk thread, and a pair of dark blue hip hugger jeans so tight they look like a second skin, and a pair of black boots with a crystal heel. Raynin is in a black halter top covered in rhinestones and pair of black stretch cargo pants and a pair of black combat boots that look heavy enough to stomp a hole through the stage as she moves from one side of the stage to the other. Gothika is dressed in a pair of black pvc short shorts, her black rubber corset, and her knee high lug bottom boots, with her black leather trench coat over it all. Her hair is wild and free as they walk down she stands there, looking around with her icy blue eyed stare. Darknyss is wearing an ankle length purple tie dyed sundress with a pair of black strappy sandals, and her hair is pulled up in a curly upsweep, as she stands there rubbing her very pregnant stomach. They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their fists in the air.
The Sky
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake
Fly On Through The Night
We Built An Allience
Our Numbers Are Strong
We Gather
But We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunitics
They Must Think Of Us
Diamond, Gothika, Raynin and Darknyss come back to the center of the stage and pose once more before they start to walk down the ramp to the ring.
But Now We Must Fly
Beasts In The Night
Tragic In The Sky
Battlefield In Sight
Storm Gathers Strong
Cold Blackend Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories Of The Slain
Darknyss stops at the center of the ramp as Diamond, Raynin and Gothika each walk around till they each are standing in front of one of the sides of the ring. Diamond wiggles her hips a moment, then she lifts her leg high into the air and spins around in a circle before she places it on the ring apron and slithers under the bottom rope. Gothika slides under the bottom rope as Darknyss climbs up the stairs gingerly, then smiles as Gothika and Diamond hold the ropes open for her to step through, and Raynin climbs the far stairs and grabs the top rope and flips over the rope.
Dangerous Creatures
Those That Oppose Us
Raped All Their Power
Bartered With Warlocks
Cheated The Demons
For Ancient Spells
The Blackened Fire
Waits To Consume Us
Raynin and Gothika each climb a corner throwing their fists in the air and pumping them to the beat of the music as Diamond leans dances goes from one side of the ring dancing and leaning over the rope, blowing crystal dust at the crowd, and Darknyss stands in the center of the ring, pointing at them and talking junk to the crowd, nodding and clapping. Raynin and Gothika jump down and switch corners, trying to hype up the crowd before they jump down and they all come to stand beside Darknyss, waiting for the crowd to calm down. They all are tossed a microphone by the stage hands and they’re beaming from ear to ear at the excitement coming from the crowd. Darknyss brings her mic to her lips to speak once the crowd and the music dies down.
"So... as you all can see... There really is a baby in there."
She points to her stomach, and the crowd erupts in an array of various sounds from 'AWWWWWW' and 'BOOOOO' to the occasional, 'YOU'RE JUST FAAAT!! YOU'RE JUST FAAAAT!!', but Darknyss doesn't seem to care about the nay-sayers. She rubs her extended belly slowly and smiles down at it before she speaks again.
"This whole experience has been such a rewarding one... And it's one that I know I will never forget. But due to obvious medical reasons... I will have to step back into the shadows for a bit."
The crowd AGAIN erupts in an array of various sounds from 'AWWWWWW' and 'BOOOOO' to the occasional, 'YOU'RE JUST FAAAT!! YOU'RE JUST FAAAAT!!', but this time, Darknyss reacts.
"Thank you to those of you who have sent me baby gifts. And for those of you who sent me things such as beheaded baby dolls with fake guts dripping from their slit stomachs... Don't think I can't have those things traced... You should be getting contacted by my lawyers very soon you sick perverted bastards!! And just be happy I didn't find you myself, or I would..."
At that point, Diamond walks over and puts a hand over the microphone as she whispers in Darknyss's ear and Darknyss stops mid-tirade, and nods slowly as the crowd again erupts in an array of various sounds from 'AWWWWWW' and 'BOOOOO' to the occasional, 'YOU'RE JUST FAAAT!! YOU'RE JUST FAAAAT!!'. Darknyss turns away from Diamond and takes a deep breath as she brings the mic back to her lips.
"So... I'm just gonna come right out and say it... I'm not going to be able to complete the tour... And so my protégé, good friend and sister from another mister, Diamond is going to step up as manager for the Angels of the Fallen. She's proven herself to be more than capable as she's managed us all in the past, and helped not just us, but the men of R.O.A.R. step into the halls of greatness. and I know she's going to do the same."
Diamond steps up and brings the mice to her lips with a grin.
"You bet I am Lady. Now you just sit back, relax, have my Godchild, and enjoy watching as I lead our friends to greatness!! And that's all going to start with the next match that Raynin and Gothika have. You see... Some of you out there think that my girls have fallen off... You think that they're nothing but a couple of pushovers who are about to just let anyone walk right over them. Well, think again! You see... we've always been the type to just go with the flow, and do whatever feels right... And right now, I'll tell you what feels right..."
Diamond looks at Raynin and Gothika who both have wicked grins on their faces, and they all nod to one another, before Diamond turns back to the camera and chuckles wickedly.
"What feels right is inflicting an immense amount of pain on our opponents. We've tried it the nice way... And we've been taken advantage of. That's right... We've tried to be good... we've tried to be sweet, and curb our deepest, darkest, most intimate desires... and we're tired of it. So from here on out... It's all about us!! Our fans know what we're talking about!! No more trying to be nice... No more trying to not let our basest impulses control us... We're delving into the thick of it!!"
Gothika steps forward and brings a mic to her lips.
"That's right... the first person I get my hands on is going to feel what it means to experience Sweet Sacrifice, as I sink my fangs into them. And I won't let go until I've drunk deep of their essence and filled my belly... I'm STARVING!! And all that will feed my hunger... All that will quench my thirst is the blood of my opponents!! I will spill it and I shall revel in it!! Mmmm, just the thought of someone's flesh between my teeth... What things it does to me!! There's no escaping it!! There's no running from it! There's no hiding from it! It will happen!! Be it in the beginning of the match, the middle of it, or smack dab at the end... I will feast!"
Gothika steps right up into the camera lense, and her eyes are that eerie ice blue color. She smiles, and her fangs slowly extend. A single droplet of red drips down from her gums to the end of one of her fangs to spill off the end of it as she starts to laugh evilly.
"Don't you see? Everyone who steps into the ring against my friend and I will end up being meat for the beast in me!! Friend or foe... Good or bad... Sane or insane... Beautiful or ugly... It doesn't matter to me. You all shall FEED MY NEED!!!"
Gothika snaps her teeth at the camera and growls at it before she starts to laugh again, backing away from it slowly. Raynin lifts her microphone to her lips slowly and whispers her words.
"The voices in my head keep telling me that I must hurt you. I must hurt all of you. I must hurt each and every one of you until I have my precious back!! I can hear it... It's calling me!! It's begging me to save it from that thieving, conniving bitch, Mikah!! I'm coming precious!! I'm coming!! I'm coming... I'm coming.. I'm coming... I'm coming..."
Raynin's eyes go slack for a moment, then one eye twitches, and her eyes seem to flash to an almost reptilian looking red, before changing back to their normal color. She smiles a smile so evil, it looks like it’s dripping venom.
"Oh yes... We ARE coming... We're coming for each and EVERY ONE of you... Check under your beds each night, and pray to whatever God or Gods you worship for some divine assistance... Be it Allah, Jehovah, Aslan, Buddah, Jesus Christ, Manon, the Goddess, Set, Ra, Zeus, Odin, or He Who Walks Behind the Rows... It's truly not going to matter, because in the end, when you step into the ring against us, the only thing you can expect to happen is that you will experience pain unlike any you've ever imagined you could experience. And once we have you writhing on the mat, or unconscious... bleeding, and wracked with excruciating agony... Then we will either force you to submit, or pin you for the one, the two, and the three. And even then we won't stop... Not until we've satisfied our cravings for your glorious torment."
Diamond brings the mic back to her lips and she smirks wickedly again.
"You people... You just weren't content with us being nice... So now, you get the nasty. The monsters are coming... and you're all on the dinner menu. You truly think you can stop us?"
Diamond laughs again, and all of the others start to laugh with her. Then suddenly, as if on cue, they all stop laughing at the same time. Diamond brings the microphone back to her lips.
"We can't wait to see you try."
She blows a handful of crystal dust at the camera, and at the same time, a huge explosion of crystal dust erupts around the ring, covering the scene. When the dust settles moments later, the ring is empty, except for the discarded microphones. Over the PA, you hear Diamond's voice say, 'Awww, you scared of a little magic?... You should be...' And the scene fades out...
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