Event: Climax Control...   Sunday 05/20/2012

Venue: John Ascuaga's Nugget Casino Resort... Sparks, Nevada

Match: 1st ROUND BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT

Opponent: with Gothika, vs CARLY ATHENS AND ODETTE RYDER


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The Rebellious One has been on almost a wild streak since losing her title belt to Misty at the Pay Per View.  During her tag team match against the Freakettes Felony and Rock Rose, Raynin attacked Rock Rose with a chair in what appeared to be an attempt to save her friend from a horrible chokeslam.  But she still didn’t seem to be quite right after doing that as she continually beat the larger woman  across the back with the chair, even after the bell was called.  What’s gotten into the former Bombshell Champion?  Or to put it in a more correct way…  What has been reveaked from the depths of the former Champion’s psyche?  How will things play out when Raynin along with her former Fallen Angel, Gothika have to face Carly Athens and Odetter Ryder in a first round match for the newly announced Bombshell Tag Team Championships Tournament?  Will she be able to keep things together long enough to make it through to round two and beyond?   Will Raynin be able to get gold around her waist once more with the help of her friend and tag team partner?  Let’s see what unfolds, shall we...


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The following scenes contain content which is extremely graphic in nature.  If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until 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.    Parental discretion is advised.

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Time:  May 14, 2012...  11:30 AM

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada…  In Raynin’s Apartment


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Every time she closed her eyes, she could see them there… Laughing… taunting…  torturing… slicing… cutting… digging into her very soul with their nails hooked like claws and their eyes… their eyes seemed to burn into her.  Their voices cackling all through the days and into the nights…  Sometimes they sung to her songs of death and decay, pain and blood… in a word, there was nothing good, only evil…  simply evil.  Ever since that night she had that dream on the plane on their way back to the States from London… She kept seeing them.  She kept hearing them.  They invaded every waking moment, and plagued her slumbering moments as well.  She’d had no rest since then… no respite from the onslaught and it was grating at her every nerve.  She’d eat, but food was tasteless or they sent visions to torture her so she’d lose her appetite…  Maggots in cheese burgers, bloody fingers in macaroni and cheese… even a toe or two in a bowl of beef stew…  She’d lost about ten pounds since the dreams started, and there were dark circles around her eyes, and her already defined muscles looked even more so as her body fat percentage continually dropped because the only time she could block out the voices was when she would train… so she trained just about every minute she could until she’d drop shaking in exhaustion to the floor and curl up into a ball on the floor, her fingers in her ears, and weeping as she tried to keep them out. She'd gone from having about four of her ab muscles showing clearly to deep definition in her abs, making them look like a washboard, and giving her waistline a more deely defined curve.  She'd look at herself in the mirror each morning and turn to the side, holding her shirt up to show off her profile and sigh slightly.

"Sometimes I thank GOD that I was blessed with some tits and ass from somewhere in my ancestry because at this rate, if it weren't for them, I'd almost look like one of the kids from the save the children commercials.  I'm damned near wasting away here.  I've gotta do something and soon.”

Every time she would do this however, she would stop and run her hands along her stomach as she thinks back to what happened during that chaotic trip back from London… When she’d awoken from a dream about Momma Lovelle and the Tattooed man to find that the cuts she’d received in the dream had actually became real.  She still remembered the frantic clambering by the flight attendants when she’d asked for a first aid kit and gone into the bathroom to clean herself up.  She’d had to lie and say that she’d done it before she came on the plane.  It was easier to explain than, ‘oh… some wicked witch of the west put a curse on me and made these cuts just magically appear on my skin.  Got a band-aid?’ …  Yeah… that didn’t sound too weird or insane now did it.

Every day now, it had been happening over and over again.  The dreams…  the nightmares…  the voices… the visions…  Today had been no different.  She'd taken a sleeping pill the previous night, but she was sure that she hadn't been blessed with a dreamless sleep as she'd woken up screaming and drenched in sweat, and her body ached as if she'd been in the fight of her life.  She'd gotten up and tried taking a long hot shower, but about half way through washing her hair, she'd looked up to an image of the water coming from the spout turning into a huge spray of blood and soaking her. She'd screamed until she'd gone hoarse and crouched down into a corner of the shower, her arms around her knees, hugging them as close to her as possible and trembling like a leaf.  She couldn't figure out why things such as that had affected her in the manner that they had.  She was no stranger to death.  In her time during the war, she'd witnessed death and blood countless times, spilled by her own hands even, and had been able to deal with it withouta problem.  She could slit a man's throat, plucking the life from his body as easy as plucking a rose from a bush.  She'd been caught by arterial spray, fresh from the tap so to speak and barely blinked at it.  But something about this was different.

She'd known that sleep depravation and starvation had a hand in it all, but without knowing what to do about it all was dragging her down in a downward spiral.  She'd finally had enough and had called in her friends who were on the way.  Right now, she was dressed in a pair of dark blue yoga pants that she'd rolled down to her hips and a black and blue sports halter.  Her hair was pulled back in a french braid going down her back and she had a dark blue bandana wrapped over her hair.  She was barefoot and her toenails as wel as her fingernails were done in a white tipped french manicure.  She'd said to herself, 'if I'm gonna go crazy, at least I can look good doing it' as she was sitting in the chair at the nailshop, watching the woman doing her toes suddenly turn into a zombie.  It was the hardest thing to do not to jump up and run out screaming as the vision of the zombie nail tech suddenly eating her from the toes up played out in her mind, and she'd actually flenched as she heard the sound of her bones crunching under the zombified teeth as she'd watched her own toes being ripped from her foot.  But what ended the vision was the sound of the tech's voice as she'd asked what color she'd wanted for her polish.  That's when things clicked for her.  The visions couldn't exist if they clashed too far from reality, so because the zombie had a mouthful of toe, it couldn't be speaking.  Hence why she'd invited her friends over for a conversation.

She'd been working out hard by herself, trying to work past the visions that were continuing to haunt her.  She'd worked on the heavy bag until the bag suddenly turned into the tortured, beaten, and bloodied body of her Abuelo.  Every time she'd punched, she would hear a rib breaking and his screams of agony.  But the worst of it were the screams from him of 'why Rayniña?!  Why are you doing this to me?! It hurts!  It hurts!  ¡Ah Dios mio!  ¡Ayúdeme!  ¡Por favor! Help me!  Please help me!'  She'd known that her Grandfather would never beg, no matter what was happening to him.  In her head she'd known that, but it didn't matter to her heart.  It had finally driven her to tears and she'd wrapped her arms around the heavybag, laying her forehead against what appeared to be her Grandfather's chest and sobbed.

"¡Perdóneme por favor Abuelo!  Please forgive me!"

She'd walked away from the heavy bag and moved on to the speed bag she'd had up in the corner, until it had turned into the sobbing form of her Grandmother's severed head.  She'd finally closed her eyes and stopped, easing her breathing to slow her hear and that's when she'd heard it...  The soft whistling of a song she knew but couldn't place.  She'd looked around the room, turning in  slow circle, looking for the person the whistling could have been coming from, even though she knew she was completely alone in the apartment.  She walked around slowly, listening for where the song could have been emmanating from, but couldn't find a source.  The song just continued over and over again... .

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She thought maybe it was coming from outside, so she chose to ignore it and continued on with trying to block out the images and sounds by training.  She'd pulled out her jumprope and started to do her speed jumping, her feet and the rope starting to move almost like a blur as she changed from double foot hopping, to almost running in place with the rope.  She switched up the movements, trying not to let her body get used to one single motion, jumping on one foot, switching to the other foot, crossing her arms, even crouching as she came down with both feet and jumping up like an explosive squat, or doing high jumps, bring her feet up almost to her butt as she spun the rope as fast as she could, trying to get it to revolve four to five times before her feet touched the ground.  Everything was fine until the whistling started to get louder.  The spike in volume had become disconcerting.  She’d lost her concentration, and brought the rope stingingly down against her left leg.  The feel of it is almost like being caught with a bullwhip, and a large welt instantly came up against her skin on the front of her calf.  She winced and sucked a breath through her teeth as she started to hop around on the other foot and wiggled her left leg to try to stop the stinging.  That’s when she heard the voice…

“Awww, poor little baby… That didn’t even hurt and you’re acting like you’ve been shot!  You’re such a little pansy assed bitch!”

She froze and dropped into a defensive crouch and started to spin around, looking for where the voice had come from.   She crab walked to a nearby cabinet and pulled out her service pistol, clicking off the safety as she palmed the butt in one hand and straight armed her grip in the other and called out...

“Whoever’s out there… I’m armed, and I’m a deadly weapon.  Show yourself!”

The laughter that rippled out at that statement just dripped with venom and sarcasm.

“Oh really?  A deadly weapon?  You’re about as deadly as a cotton ball being thrown at a nerf football!”

Her vision suddenly starts to blur.  She looks around for the location of the voice and frowns as she shakes her head, trying to clear her sight and to hear.  She calls out again…

“I’m serious!  I’ve got a gun and I’m trained very well in how to use it!  Show yourself!”

Just then her vision blurs again and an image of herself, dressed exactly as she is now steps into view and crosses her arms over her chest.   She gasps as this doppelgänger walks right up to her and smirks.

“What are you gonna do now?  Put a bullet in your own head?  Not likely…”

The doppelgänger sticks her tongue out to glide it along her lips and it sounds like the hiss of a snake as Raynin can clearly see the tongue is forked.  She gasps and points the gun straight up, slipping the safety back into place as she up towards the cabinets.

“What in the hell??!!  What are you?”

The doppelgänger chuckles and she closes her eyes, shaking her head.  When the eyes open again, they’re completely black… like the pupils of the eye had expanded to encompass the irises of the eye… totally black... everything.  The doppelgänger steps closer and reaches out, sliding a fingertip along Raynin’s chest slowly over her heart and Raynin can almost hear the sound of her flesh sizzling under the touch.  The smell of burning flesh reaches her nostrils and she whimpers in fear which just causes the doppelgänger to throw her head back and laugh.

“Aww, I scared the little sissy.  You look like you’re about to piss your pants!  Come on!  You’re supposed to be some big and bad assed luchador!!  You’re supposed to be Champion material, but you can’t even handle a little something like me…  What am I gonna do with you.”

The doppelgänger starts to pace back and forth in front of her slowly, looking her up and down before she finally stops right in front of Raynin and claps her hands together, chuckling excitedly.

“I know… I’m gonna stay right where I am.  I’m going to take you over slowly.  And with my help, you’ll become a champion once again… Starting with the Bombshell Tag Team Championships, and culminating with the regaining the Bombshell Championship that you let slip through your pathetic little fingers.”

Raynin shakes her head and cringes away from the fingertips of the doppelgänger that are reaching towards her arm.

“I don’t need your help!  I don’t want your help!!  I didn’t need you to get the Bombshell Championship in the first place, and I don’t need it now!  Just leave me alone!!”

The doppelgänger suddenly puts a hand on Raynin’s chest and shoves her so hard against the cabinets that the back of her head hits the glass of the window they were sitting under and the glass splinters in a huge spiderweb crack from the impact.  The world starts to spin slowly and the doppelgänger straightens her up and strokes her shoulder gently.

“Who do you think gave you that extra little edge you needed to get the Bombshell Championship in the first place?  Don’t you know who I am?  I am you!!  I’m the darkest part of you!  I’m the ruthless, in-compassionate, indiscriminate violence that lurks within you!  I am that which pushed you to excel in combat!  I am that which helped you make it through in Afghanistan… Iraq…  Iran…  Turkey… Germany… Egypt… All of those missions… All of those dead, dismembered, broken, gutted, filleted, flayed, electrocuted, blown up victims you have… they’re all because of me and your Tia Angela…  And it’s about time that I started to collect on the dividends of you becoming Champion!  I want those titles, and I’m going to use you to get them!!”

The doppelgänger wraps her arms around Raynin and she starts to struggle and scream.

“Stop it!!  Let me go!!  I’m gonna do this on my own!!”

The doppelgänger’s body seems to start to melt and turn into a sort of slime and the last thing that turns is her head as it hangs there almost suspended in the air on this tower of slime that’s trying to envelop Raynin’s body.

“Hush now!  Don’t fight it!  Or it will just hurt more…”

Raynin can’t move at all, caught in this tower of slime and she starts to scream as the doppelgänger starts to laugh wickedly… the laughter turning into a weird liquid like sound as the her head finally turns into slime too.  The slime suddenly shoots upwards and goes into Raynin’s nose and her scream cuts off into a choking gurgle as this strange substance fills her nostrils and throat.  When the last of the slime has gone up inside of her nose, Raynin simply collapses on the ground and lays there, not moving…

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The sound of a key turning in the lock of the door  brings your attention back to the door as the locks are turned one after another down the door.  The door swings open and Darknyss walks in with Gothika and Diamond, chatting concernedly to each other.  Darknyss pushes the door closed and starts to re-lock the locks as she sighs heavily.

“I swear, she said she was gonna be here.  I don’t know why she didn’t answer the door or the phone.  It’s a good thing I’ve got a spare key…”

Diamond is pulling off her jacked and suddenly stops dead in her tracks and spins around slowly.  She frowns and motions with her hand for Darknyss and Gothika to be quiet.

“Hush up!  Something’s wrong… I can feel it.”

The trio slowly start to walk into the apartment looking around and Diamond calls out for her friend.

“Raynin!  Raynin, it’s us!  We’re here!!”

Gothika finds her first and calls for the others.

“Over here!!”

The trio of friends run over to where Raynin is curled up in a corner, her back to her friends, banging her head slowly against the wall repeating the same line of words over and over again...

“What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!”

They can see the blood smears on the wall from her head being driven into the wall so many times.  Diamond puts a hand between Raynin's head and the wall and still she continues to bang her head against it, repeating the words…

“What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!”

Diamond pulls Raynin away from the wall and lets her head fall back and gasps at the sight of her face.  Raynin’s forehead has been split open and the blood has poured out of the cut to cover the left side of her face, and her eyes are completely black, just like the eyes of the doppelgänger had been.  She’s still repeating the same words over and over again...

“What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!  What’s inside me?!!...”
 

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Time:  May 14, 2011...  11:30 PM

Place:  Somewhere in Las Vegas...  Specific Location... Unknown...


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She was walking around the streets of Las Vegas, trying to clear he head during one of the few times that the rain had finally eased up and allowed her some time outside.  It was late and there was a slight chill in the air that everyone was hoping would lessen soon and let the heat come back to warm them all.  She'd grabbed her black hoodie and had it zipped up to just below her halter top, the hood pulled up over her head and had her hands tucked into the pockets of the jacket as she walked.  She'd somehow made it down towards a more populated area where a strip of smaller, little known casinos stood, their lights blinking, and inviting as if calling to the few people who are still on the streets on a monday night to come in a dspend a little of their hard earned cash in an effort to make more.  Through the glass of the main doors, you can see one armed bandit jockeys sitting at the slot machines, looking almost like tranced drones as they fed the machines and pulled on the handles trying to win a little bit more than what they came in with, knowing that in the end, they'd be lucky just to break even.

She'd been walking for miles, not even realizing it.  The cameraman who had been following her around the city had given up walking and had called on a friend who had a scooter and he'd rigged a mount on the handle bars so he could keep up with her as she'd gone so far.  A few diligent SCW fans had seen her and recognized her and had approached her for an autograph, and she'd been all smiles and about the job as she'd signed them, even though her mind and body were in turmoil.  As soon as they'd walked away, her smile disappeared, and she pulled her hood up further to try and shroud herself and almost hide from the ouside world as she sunk deeper into her thoughts.  She talks to herself as she moves along the city streets.

"Sometimes I just can't believe that I'm in the position that I'm in.  I've been working my ass off to get where I was, and to have it all ripped away from me just as I was at the top of my game... and all because of our boss's obsession with making me lose... It's about getting to be more than I can bear.  Maybe the voice in my head is right.  Maybe it's time for a little anarchy to be let loose in the Sin city Wrestling."

She shakes her head and pulls the hood that's been slowly slipping back into place around her face.  She sighs heavily as she moves away from the few crowds of people who are out on the streets, wanting some solitude.

"Some people say I just had an off night... Some people say that I've got conspiracy theories in my head.  Some people are starting to think that I've gone plum loco...  Hell, I'm starting to think the last one myself.  But regardless of what anyone thinks...  My skills are what matters.  My skills in the ring are still on top of their game or Misty wouldn't have needed to submit to dirty tactics to defeat me."

She hangs a left at an intersection and the cameraman is hard pressed to keep up with her as he pulls up onto the sidewalk and she slows down her speed to allow him to catch up. She lets him get right beside her before she starts to talk again.

"People wonder why I attacked Rock Rose with a chair instead of letting my friend take the chokeslam.  Thing of it is, I knew that Gothika could have gotten out of that move easily.  It's a move that we trained with Darknyss to counter so many times... but something in me just couldn't take it anymore... the mediocrity of it all...  I needed the intensity!  I needed the excitement... I simply wanted to hear the sound of steel meeting flesh!!  I needed to hear that loud smack that reverbrates through the arena after I've swung the chair and it hits a body... Mmmm, I need that feeling so badly!!"

She chuckles and pulls out her iPhone and starts to flick through some pieces of footage that she'd had Darknyss send to her as she walks down the streets.

"Even worse... people are acting like I'm a nobody already and it has barely even been a month... Don't they know that I'm the former Bombshell Champion?!  And if it hadn't been for the referee's poor judgement call, I'd still be Bombshell Champion?  I'm not a nobody or an unknown as my opponents seem to think that I am.  All of these rookies who have their head's shoved up their asses and aren't taking the time to truly look at the competition that they're coming up against...  They're in for one rude awakening... Just like Rock Rose is still nursing her sore back from the chairshots I gave her, I'm going to send a clear message to these upstarts.  I don't care who you THINK you are... when you feel froggish step up against the Fallen, you get sent straight to hell!"

She comes to a bit of footage of Odette Ryder and Carley Athens on their dirt bikes comes playing on her phone.  She chuckles and shakes her head slowly as she smirks evilly.

"There's a certain skill set that comes with riding dirtbikes.  I know that to be true.  In the line of work I was in, it was good to be cross trained so to speak.  And these girls have a certain... knack on a track, but in the ring... That's a different matter all together.  Riding dirtbikes is one thing, but stepping up against the Fallen is on a whole other playing field.  Why?  Because you're not dealing with a rough terrain, or having a machine with enough horsepower and torque to send a person flying under you.  You're facing something much more dangerous. When you step into the ring with one of the Fallen, You're facing a person who is hell bent on one thing and one thing only...  And that is to make you suffer.  We're not here to sell posters... We're not here to flash T and A... We're not here to be tomboys, or girly girls, or girly bois, or boyish girls, or whatever in the hell way you want to put it...  We're here to wrestle, and we're here to be the best damned wrestlers out there!  Not the best FEMALE wrestlers, or the best, BOMBSHELLS... the best WRESTLERS!  And do you know what that means for you newbies?  We're here to do whatever it takes... WHAT EVER IT TAKES to defeat you."

She flicks her finger on the phone and swipes to footage taken of Odette Ryder's last match against Finesse Levon and she shakes her head slowly and sighs.

"I'm not saying that you don't have skills...  Well, I have yet to truly find anything out about this Carly girl, but Odette, you have something there...  But what you truly lack is the knowledge of what you're stepping into the ring against.Gothika is not just my tag team partner.  She's held more Championships than you can dream of ever holding.  Multiple time AWO Champion...  AWO Champion... not just against women, but all superstars, multiple time AWO tag team Champion, multiple time AWO Diva's champion, multiple time EWE Women's Champion, multiple time EWE tag team champion, multiple time EWE Heavyweight champion, multiple time ECFW Diva's champion, multiple time ECFW tag team champion... and the list goes on from here.  She's got a room... A ROOM in the dojo where she trained back in Detroit FILLED with cases... CASES of Championship belts... and she's already called home to have a new case put in place for these Bombshell tag team titles.  THAT is true ambition and determination in the making!!  That is hard work and desire culminating and amalgamating into the being of one truly bad ass individual, and pouring out in a display inside of the ring!  Not only that, she's not even human!!  She's got fangs, and drinks blood, and has a desire to spill every one of her opponents when she steps into the ring!  So I hope you and your friend Carly there have alot of bandaids on hand... cause she's been so hungry lately... So very very hungry... And me... I'm not just the former Bombshell champion.  I'm a woman possessed at this point with the desire for retribution!  I'm a woman obsessed with getting back my Bombshell championship, and the one thing that's standing in my way come Sunday is going to be you and your tag team partner!  And if that means that I have to steam roll over you to get another victory in my win column so I can get my hands on that lying, theiving, low down dirty snake, Misty, then just consider yourself gum on the pavement about to be stepped on... LITERALLY!  Because once you experience Raynin's Way... you'll know EXACTLY what that feels like!”

She chuckles and she shakes her head, sighing softly.

"But then, something tells me that you’ll come to experience that feeling quite a bit now that you’re here in the Bombshell Division.  You see… You’ve just had the unlucky bid to be the gold fish that got put in the great white shark tank.  Or maybe to put it better, you’re the little white rabbits who got put out while a pack of hungry wolves are out on the prowl.  And I’m one of the Alpha bitches who’s here to eat you alive!!  And my tag team partner… hell, she’ll do it just on general purpose.  But don’t worry… The Fallen will welcome you to the Bombshell Division in the proper manner… with a boot to the head.”

She holds out her arms and starts to walk away from the camera man. She turns around and salutes the camera as she calls out back to the camera…

“Welcome to the party girls!! the fun is just beginning!"

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Event: Climax Control...   Sunday 05/20/2012

Venue: John Ascuaga's Nugget Casino Resort... Sparks, Nevada

Match: 1st ROUND BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT

Opponent:  With Raynin, vs CARLY ATHENS AND ODETTE RYDER



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The Vampyric Angel won her match at London Brawling, taking down two of the up and coming female wrestlers with relative ease.  But when she had to face a formidable pair in the Freakettes in a tag team match with her fellow Fallen Angel, things didn’t turn out quite as well. Now, she has to team with her friend and protege, the former Bombshell Champion, Raynin to face a new formidible pair in Odette Ryder and Carly Athens.  The bubbly airhead, Felony Fontana, and the self proclaimed daredevel, Odette Ryder think that they've brought something new and fresh to the table, but will it be just another day at the office for Gothika and Raynin?  Will the pair be able to freak out the Freakettes?  Or will the freaks fly and clip the Angels wings?  Let's see what things shall become...

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Time:. May 16, 2012...  10:30 PM...

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada... Gothika and Darknyss's apartment...


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The days had finally begun to warm as the rain stopped, and the humidity took the temperature to it's usual heights, but with a balminess and stickiness that's normally reserved only for rain forests and most of the state of Florida.  And as hot and humid as the days are, the nights are just as bad.  Everyone has gone from walking around with jackets and coats to being as naked as morally possible in the heat, and the Angels of the Fallen were no different.

She'd just finished training with her friend about an hour earlier at the gym of the apartment complex because it was closer than getting down to the Gold's gym, and she wasn't in the mood for signing autographs tonight.  Also it was just too hot and she just didn’t want to spend a moment in a truck that had been baking in the afternoon sun all day.  She knew that with what she was wearing, as soon as she sat down in the driver’s seat, she’d start to cook like a piece of fish in a hot pan.  So instead, they’d packed their bags, jogged around the building to the work out room and hopped on the treadmills and elliptical trainers for a couple of hours before hitting the free weights and ending with a bit of yoga stretching, and then a dip in the pool to cool off.  All in all, it was a decent work out that lasted for about five hours total.    After getting back to the apartment, they’d taken showers and she’d been so ravenous.  They’d gotten into the work out and had lost all track of time and it wasn’t until she’d hopped out of the shower that she’d noticed the time.  All she wanted was a nice, quiet meal with her friends and time to think.  She was standing in the kitchen of the apartment she shared with her friend, protege, and stablemate, Gothika, at the island that stands in the center of the room.  She was obviously distracted, and her mind wasn’t quite on the vegetables she was chopping for the salad she was going to be sharing with the other stablemate, Raynin who was now in her room, using the shower and changing for dinner.  Even so, the large chef’s knife she was using seemed to glide through the veggies with a mind all of it’s own.  She’d spent some time in culinary arts training in an effort to please her mother who wanted to get her away from the then male dominated sport of wrestling in high school and college, and she’d actually gotten her certificate, so when it came to cooking, she’d get gold stars… Maybe not Mischelin stars, but really high marks for taste and originality.

She’d been thinking about what she was seeing develop in the two women she’d chosen to manage in the Sin City Wrestling.   She’d had her own bouts with the darker side of wrestling… And by dark, I meant things you’d never think to have seen in a company of this side…  It’s a lot easier to pull pranks and play mind games when you have a production crew who is gleeful about helping you throw someone’s mind into a tail spin, and the financial backing of the company’s owner in your back pocket.  Here in the Sin City Wrestling, you wouldn’t see things like what she’d been able to do to people in the Alliance Wrestling Order.  Though there were times she wondered just how Misty would fare having to watch as someone she cared about was tied and dangled over a volcano while she was forced to watch, then be handed the burning rope so she can try to pull them to safety.  She wondered just how Misty would scream as she watched the rope break and that as person she loves tumbled down into the depths of the volcano, what would go through her mind…  And then to be tossed in herself…  What would flicker through her mind as she watched that flickering orange come closer and closer and closer… as she felt the heat…  And even more… what would Misty think once she found out that the volcano was actually a fake filled with Orange Jell-o, and that the heat was coming from heaters that were set up to blow smoke and steam from the inside…  These are things that she thought about sometimes as she saw what was building inside of them all.

She was chuckling to herself as she pictured Misty’s face after Raynin pushed her over the side of a Jell-o filled volcano, and it was at that moment… as she was chopping a carrot, that Gothika popped her head around the corner and said her name…

“Lady!”

And in that moment of being startled, the knife mistook her finger for  carrot and slipped into the side like a hot knife through butter.  She caught herself before she sent the knife too deep, but she cut deep enough for the blood to start to flow pretty easily.  She gasps and swears.

“Ahh fuck me!!  That knife is sharp!!”

She hadn’t even felt the knife at first.  The blade had bitten into her skin so simply and easily that it was almost painless until after the knife was removed and the blood started to flow.  She started looking around for her towel so she could staunch the blood flow, but she’d forgotten that she’d knocked it to the ground and she swore again as she held her finger up and tried to pinch off the flow with her other hand while she went for some paper towel and the first aid kit.  It was then that she heard the low growl and she turned slowly towards her friend.  She gasps at the look in her friend’s eyes and starts to back away slowly until she’s in the corner of the cabinets and can’t back up any further.

“Gothika?  Are you alright?”

The look in Gothika’s eyes is one of pure hunger and desire for the red stuff.  She licks her lips slowly  and walks towards the island and her hand moves like a snake striking to wipe her fingers through the thick red droplets that had fallen onto the cutting board and the counter top.  She held her hand up, the red starting to run down her fingers slowly and she growls softly again, her eyes having changed pretty quickly from their normal soft brown to the pale ice blue and her fangs descending quickly as she inhales the scent of the red on her fingers.  She shakes her head slowly as she exhales with a sound of ecstasy.

“Of course I’m alright Lady… I’m just… so so hungry…”

She brings her fingers to her mouth and her tongue snakes out slowly and slides along the red stuff, a soft moan rumbling from deep in her throat as she tastes the life essence of her friend.  She closes her eyes and trembles as she slides her fingers into her mouth to completely suck the red from her fingers.  She licks a stray droplet from the corner of her lips and stands there with her eyes closed for a moment before opening them slowly and looking at her friend.

“Mmmmm… Lady…  You taste good…   Very sweet…  but you need to add  a fish oil tablet to you diet.  Your iron is low.”

She walks to the sink and pulls off some paper towel and walks over to her friend, holding it out to her while Darknyss just stands there, almost cowering from her friend.  Gothika chuckles and wiggles the paper towel in Darknyss’s face.

“Hello… Earth to Lady…  Come on… Take the paper towel so I can go and get the first aid kit…."

Darknyss still doesn’t move, but instead frowns.

“Um… you do know that you just tasted my blood.”

Gothika nods slowly and lifts an eyebrow at her friend.

“Yes I do… and?”

Darknyss looks from the paper towel to her friend’s eyes which are still that pale blue color.

“You’ve never done that before… EVER! “

Gothika takes a deep breath and sighs, letting her hand drop for a bit before she walks over and places the paper towel over her friend’s cut.  But she doesn’t miss the obvious flinch of Darknyss as she approaches her and she drops her eyes and sighs heavily.

“I’m sorry Lady!  I told you… I’m hungry.  We’ve worked out really hard trying to get ready for this Bombshell Tag Team Title match, and it’s taking a toll on my resources.  We really want this.  I really want this… I want to be able to get gold around my waist, and I didn’t think that I was gonna be able to do that until Raynin lost the Bombshell title… But this offers us an opportunity for us BOTH to have gold!  And I am itching for the chance to have that title wrapped around my waist!  We’re gonna do it!  I can feel it!  I can taste it just like I tasted your blood!  I can smell it just as easily as I can smell your fear and tension right now.  This is something that’s I’ve wanted since I’ve stepped into the ring!  This is what I have been hoping and waiting for!  And there’s no way in HELL I’m gonna let a couple of little youngin’s come in and steal my thunder!"

She inhales slowly and Darknyss can’t help but wrap the paper towel around her finger quickly to try and staunch the blood flow as soon as possible.  Gothika turns around and reaches under the kitchen sink and pulls out a small medicine kit and places it on the counter.  She chuckles and starts to pull out bandages and anti-biotic cream, then she stops and cocks her head to the side.

“You know, I can take care of that for you really easily… If you let me lick your hand clean, it’ll stop the blood flow, and I can use some of that special salve I got from Diamond to heal it up in two shakes.  I swear… it won’t even leave a scar…  It’s the same stuff we used on Raynin’s head the other night.  It’s a part of my feeding kit...”

Darknyss shakes her head quickly.

“No… it’s alright.  I can do it myself.”

Gothika frowns and holds  her hands in the air and backs away from the first aid kit slowly.

“Okay… I understand.  You’re still not one hundred percent cool with me drinking live red… But come on… you know the edge it gives me in the ring compared to the cold stuff.”

Darknyss starts to clean her wound with alcohol and peroxide, holding her hand over the sink and pouring the liquids down her finger over the cut, wincing slightly at the sting.  She shakes her head and sighs softly.

“No, that’s not it.  I could care less if you drink live… Hell, I could care less if you bled the whole Bombshell division dry.  I say go for it!  It might just be the kick in the pants that this bunch of rag tag barbie dolls needs to start to excite people again.  I just don’t like the thought of you drinking live from me or Raynin.”

Darknyss stops pouring the peroxide on her hand and turns to the counter and picks up the bandages and starts to dab at the cut slowly and sighs heavily.

“You know I’ve seen the changes in you two.  It’s just like when you went wild back in the day… Back when we could be ourselves and truly cut loose in the ring and not be stifled by having do deal with all of these same old same old matches.  You know…  just once, I’d love to see a tag team title match defended in something like a tornado tables, ladders, and chairs match, or hell, a triple cage match for that matter!  Barbwire and bombshells!!  What a match that would be!  The ring ropes wrapped in barbed wires, and barbed wire wrapped gloves and bats on poles for use as weapons…  do you have any idea how fun that would be?”

Gothika nods slowly as she breathes deeply and gets her fangs to retract, even though her eyes won’t turn back to their original brown.

“Yeah, I remember those days.  The glory days of our youths.  But you gotta remember, we’re not as young as we used to be.  Hell, we’ve just gotten better.  More refined, more settled in our desires to beat the high holy hell out of our opponents.  And you’re not even in the ring anymore…  I bet if it had been you and I in the ring instead of me and Raynin, Rock Rose would have thought twice about trying that choke slam shit.  You could have powered her down in a second.”

Darknyss raises an eyebrow at her friend and takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

“What I don’t get is why you didn’t do it yourself.  You’re stronger than I am, and yet you have been holding back these last few matches.   Even when you got a win at the pay per view, you still held back, and you know you can’t be doing that… not during this tag team tournament.  Not if you want to come out the winner you don’t.”

Gothika walks over to the stove and pulls out the grill pan from the rack overhead and sets it on the stove top with a slow, careful movement.  She then walks to the spice rack on the counter and pulls out an array of herbs and spices and goes back to the counter where there are four large ribeye steaks resting under some aluminum foil and starts to dust the spices onto the meat.  She shrugs slowly and looks over her shoulder and watches Darknyss watching her as she spreads anti-bacterial cream on her finger.

“I can’t help it Lady.  I feel myself slipping again.  The whole time Rock Rose had me in the air, all I could think about was wrapping myself around her arm, hitting the crook of her elbow so it folded, and latching onto her neck and taking a drink.  I’m so hungry these days!  It’s like every time I step into the ring, I can hear my opponents hearts beating faster.  I can smell the adrenaline and the fear and the anticipation on them like a stench and it pushes me into this almost… FEEDING FRENZY!!!  And it takes almost everything I have to stop myself from beating them senseless and pouncing on them like some kind of…”

She bites her lip and Darknyss wraps a couple of bright neon blue band-aids around her finger and lifts her eyebrow at her friend.

“Like a monster was what you were gonna say, wasn’t it Gothika?”

Gothika nods slowly and swallows audibly.

“I have had to stop myself so many times… I’ve given in over and over again, but this time… I’ve tried to be good.  I swear, but the cold stuff, it just tastes so… so dead.  So devoid of that special flavor.  Even when I heat it in the microwave, it still just doesn’t taste the same.  The spark is gone!”

Darknyss nods slowly and shrugs her shoulders and cocks her head to the side.

“Then don’t hold back anymore.”

Gothika lifts her eyebrows as she looks at her friend in shock.

“Wait… What are you saying Lady?”

Darknyss reaches into a drawer on the island and pulls out a pair of rubber gloves and slips them over her hands, snapping them into place as she smiles wickedly at her friend.

“I’m saying…  You holding back is not doing anything for your winning of the matches.  Do what you have to do.   Be as ruthless and as cut throat as you need to be in the ring and trust me to stop you from going too far.  That’s what I’m there for as your manager.  I mean think about it… Odette Ryder and Carly Athens are alot like you and Raynin in many ways.  You’re all ambitious, high energy, skilled…  And of course, you and Raynin have alot of things that they don’t.  Experience mostly… You both know each other a lot better than they do.  You have worked together for a while now and you work together very well.  Your skills compliment each others where Odette and Carly may end up trippin’ over each other’s feet.  They’re both highly competitive, and will be vying with each other for the win.  I can already tell that one.  But… and this is a really big but...  The one MOST IMPORTANT thing that your opponents at the up coming Climax Control this Sunday don’t have is ME in their corner.”

Gothika chuckles and shakes her head.

“Hell, they should be happy that you’re only outside of the ring and not inside of it.  Have you seen how little those two girls are?  We tower over them both!  Plus we outweigh them by a clear fifty pounds, and you know all of it is sheer muscle.”

Gothika lifts her arm and flexes it and the lean cords of her  bicep pop up into view.  Darknyss chuckles and flexes her much larger arm beside hers and Gothika can’t help but laugh.  While she’s laughing, Gothika’s eyes change back to their normal brown color and Darknyss settles down as the worry and tension flow out from her.   Gothika slaps the countertop and smiles.

“So, what do you want to me to help you with so we can get this dinner going.  I told you I was hungry!!”

Darknyss points to the steaks as she picks up the knife again.

“Well, put those on the grill and get them burning.  You know how we do it… Mine on first for medium well, Raynin’s on 2 minutes later for medium rare, and yours 2 minutes later for still mooing.  They all flip at the same time, and you take them off in reverse order at the same time limits.  I’ll finish up this salad and the potatoes are already in the oven.”

Gothika chuckles as she starts putting the meat on the grill.

“Get along little doggie!!!  Mooo!!  Moo!!!”

The friends start to laugh just as Raynin comes shuffling into the room.  She stops in the door and yawns a bit.

“What did I miss?”

Gothika and Darknyss look at one another and start to laugh harder as Darknyss reaches into the refrigerator and tosses Raynin a protein shake.  She points at her with the tip of the knife and makes a serious face.

“You drink all of that!  We have only 2 days to get you back up to fighting weight.  No arguments.”

Raynin cracks the top on the can and sighs, then snaps to attention and salutes her.  

“Yes Sir Ma’am Sir. “

Raynin starts to drink the shake with one hand, picks up the empty plates with the other and turns around and walks back out to the dining room to set the table.  Darknyss looks from her to Gothika and sighs softly.

“I don’t know… maybe she can hold it together long enough for you two to advance through the tournament.  Let’s see what happens.”

The pair go back to finishing dinner as the scene fades.

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Event: London Brawling...  Sunday April 29th, 2012

Venue: Royal Albert Hall... in London, England

Match: Bombshell Championship Triple Threat
 

Opponent:  Vs Misty Vs Vixen  


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Time:  April 25, 2012, 3:30 PM...  

Place:  London, England...  The Tower of London...


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The rain has decended once again on London Town, but that doesn't stop people from doing the tourist thing.  Instead of goign on walking tours outside, they've turned their tourism fancies inward, and take in the historic sites while they can.  The Angels of the Fallen are getting a chance to do a bit of site seeing of their own, as they decide to take a trip to see Big Ben and the Tower of London.  They've joined a tour group, and are happy for once that they can just be another trio of tourists as they've donned their glasses and big hats to try and go unnoticed... even though it's not quite working out as they'd expected.

The trio finally get the chance to come inside as the group stops to remove their coats and drop off their umbrellas so as not o track any of the water through the historical monument, and Raynin sighs as she pulls off her black trench coat.  Her black stretch hip hugger jeans jeans and knee high leather boots are complimented by the newest Fallen crop tee that sports the words, 'kicked out of heaven' across the chest, and on the back, a pair of white skeletal angel wings on the black fabric and the words, 'to unleash hell'.  Her black backpack rests on her right shoulder as she waits for the tour to start.  As soon as she turns around, a japanese couple come up to her and point from the camera to her, then to themselves, grinning and nodding and bowing.

"RAYNIN-SAMA!!  RAYNIN-SAMA!!"

Raynin looks confused at the couple, then turns to look at Darknyss.

"What the hell??!!  I can't just get one day without having to sign an autograph now?"

Darknyss chuckles as she hangs up her umbrella and slips her sunglasses in her coat pocket.  Her light blue hip hugger jeans and purple crop top show off her curves as she shakes out her hair and pulls it up in a scrunchie to keep the wet ends off of her neck.

"Well what do you expect?  You're the Bombshell Champion silly!  Of course you're gonna be recognized whether you carry your title belt around with you or not.  I'm surprised you don't have that thing around your waist right now."

Raynin chuckles and pulls her back pack off of her right shoulder and unzips it, showing the title belt resting inside.  She grins and shrugs.

"Hey... I may not be as obsessed with the title as Kittie was... but it's still really special to me.  I won't go anywhere without it."

The couple sees the title and starts to bounce around like a couple of anime characters, chattering away.  The woman puts her hands together and starts to bow at her, her eyes shining at the sight of the belt.

"Title please?  Yes?  Title?"

She starts making motions at Raynin's waist, and Raynin nods and sighs, pulling out he title and puts it around her waist before she puts her backpack on her shoulder again.

"Anything for the fans..."

The couple takes turns taking pictures with Raynin, and even Darknyss and Gothika get in on a few of the pictures as they wait for the stragglers of the tour group to finally catch up.  As the group starts to file in, more and more people catch a glimps of the Angels of the Fallen, and what started out as a leisurely tour of the Tower of London becomes an impromptu autograph signing, interview, and photo op as everyone including the tour guide wants to ask questions about them instead of the Tower.  Questions start flying and Raynin brings her fingers to her lips and whistles loudly.

"OK!!  ALRIGHT!!  I GET IT!!  You're all curious, but I can't hear you all, so we're gonna do this like it's a press conference!  Everyone with questions, raise your hands, and we'll point to you and you can ask.  Got it?"

As soon as he says that, just about everyone's hand shoots up to the sky.  She chuckles and shakes her head and looks to the tour guide.

"About how long do we have before we have to start the tour?  If we don't put in a time limit, this could take all night."

The tour guide looks at her watch and shrugs.

"I'd say about a quarter of an hour or so."

Raynin nods and turns back to the group.

"Ok... so, fifteen to twenty minutes... I'd say... about six questions should do it.  If they're quick answers, then I may allow a few more.  So... make them good, as each person only gets one question.  Let's start with you...  Lady in the front in the yellow shirt.  Give your name and your Question."

A young brunette with glasses puts her hand down and giggles.

"Me name is Mary Anne, and I was wonderin'...  How are ya' likin' bein' a champion?"

Raynin nods slowly and smiles.

"Well Mary Anne, I have to admit, it's alot more work than I thought it would be.  You see, being the Bombshell Champion isn't just all fun and games as most think.  As Bombshell Champion, you literally carry the division on your shoulders.  You're like the leader.  You're the one that everyone aspires to be like, as well as their primary target.  Putting this Championship belt around your waist is like painting a big old bullseye right smack dab between you tits and waving a big flag around and yelling, 'hey everybody!! come and get me!!'  And you better believe that they will be gunning for you.  You don't get any rest, or peace as Champion because you always have to worry about who you will have to face next.  Because it's not just the number one contender you have to worry about.  That
spot can change hands in a new York minute!  You have to always be on your guard.  You have to stay on your toes, and switch things up constantly.  You have to be flexible because you could go from facing a three hundred pound behemoth, to a buck and a quarter mighty mite who thinks she's a superhero that can lift a car, to a psych ward escapee who thinks that your face would make a nice carpacio that would pair well with fava beans and a nice ciante...  You never know who you might end up facing.  You can't be lax in your training, your skills, or your duties as chapmion because all it takes is one slip...  one misstep... one mistake... you miss one teenie, tiny iota of something and that's all she wrote... one misplaced foot and it's all taken away.  But then, I've got an insight that most of these others haven't had the pleasure of having.  I never had any glorified ideals of what being a Champion was gonna be like, unlike my opponent for London Brawling, Vixen does.  My eyes weren't full of bright lights and stars.  I didn't walk into this situation thinking that it was the end all and be all of my career.  Thanks to Mi Abuelo, I was aware of all that would come with being a champion from watching him for years when he was champion in Oaxaca for so many years.  I never had any feelings of it being owed to me like my other opponent, Misty does.  You see, I didn't come into this company feeling anythign was owed to me.  I never wanted the Championship just handed to me.  I knew I'd have to work for it.  I knew I'd have to scrape and scrap and bite and claw and kick and pull myself up from the bottom to get where I'm at now.  And I knew that once I made it to the top, I'd have to work that much arder just to stay up there.  I knew that it would be a never ending battle, not just with other people but with myself to get this title around my waist and to keep it there. So when it finally happened, what I felt was surprise... glee... pride in myself, and how hard I worked to get this title...  Relief that I'd not let the chance that was presented to me slip through my fingers again...  So, to answer your question... hell, I'm LOVIN' being the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Champion!"

The hands go flying into the air again, and Raynin points to the back of the crowd.

"Alright... you... the guy in the blue hoodie.  Shoot."

The man lowers his hoodie and grins as his round cheeks blush bright red.

"Hi... I'm Tom.  And I wanted to say, I think you're gorgeous."

Raynin grins and blushes back.

"Why thank you Tom.  Did you have a question for me?"

He nods and clears his throat.

"Yeah, well, I'm sure it's somethin' everyone is wonderin' about... But... Why did you attack Misty, Kittie, and Brooklyn Carter at Blaze of Glory after winnin' the title?"

Raynin nods slowly and takes a deep breath before she answers, her face taking on a serious look.

"To put it quite frankly Tom, because it was necessary."

The crowd starts to whisper and look from one to another and Tom raises his hand again.

"But, why did ya think it was necessary?"

Raynin pulls out a tube of lipgloss from her pocket and pulls the top off and starts to slide it along her lips slowly as she sighs heavily.  She lowers her eyes as she recaps the gloss and slips it back into her pocket, her hair hanging down into her face, and when she raises them, the look in her eyes is one of fierce intensity, glaring at them all from behind her hair.  

"Because it was.  The Bombshell division had sunken into a fit of mediocrity.  Yes, we had some of the most amazing matches... we did things that no other female wrestlers would DARE to do...  But then it became stagnant!  The extreme was gone!  I mean, look at what we've been reduced to!!  We went from amazing things such as graveyard matches, and christmas bulb matches to simple tagteam matches, and mixed tag matches...  WHAT HAPPENED TO THE EXTREME!!  I'll tell you what happened...  The others lost their nerve is what!!"

Raynin takes off her title belt and holds it up, stroking the face of the title gently with her fingertips.

"I earned this championship match with my blood, my sweat and my tears quite literally.  The ring mat back in Las Vegas has had more of my blood spilled upon it than any other of these females in this division.  And why?  Because I knew what it meant to be innovative.  Mi Abuelo raised me not to fear physical pain.  The body will heal in time, but the emotional and spiritual scarring of being just another face in the crowd was killing me slowly.  when I first came to this company, there was the promise of matches that would put other companies to shame...  Any kind of match, I didn't care... I'd do it.  But we've been reduced to normalcy!  And why? Because Misty couldn't take it!  Because Kittie feared getting hurt!  Because they knew that I couldn't have cared WHAT they did to my body... I wouldn't stop until I had this title around my waist!!  And since then... the normalcy has continued.  I wanted to bring back the extreme!  I wanted to wake these chicks up and bring this division back the intensity!  I wanted to open their eyes to what they had become, and what they were doing to the Bombshell Division and the Championship title!!"

She chuckles and inhales deeply, closing her eyes for a moment and smirks wickedly.

"And as you can tell... I've done what I set out to do.  I've snapped Misty out of her haze of complacency and put that hunger back in her belly that she'd been missing out on.  I've woken her up from her nightmare of normalcy and plain jane-ness that she'd gotten herself into with Spike.  And yes... again my own blood was spilled in the process... but look at me... I'm still pretty.  I've attracted the attention of the infamous Electra Blaze...  I've even gotten Vixen to want to step up her game and try to take me on for the title... But let's face it... when it all comes down to it, neither of them truly have a chance against me."

She cocks her head to the side and looks out at the crowd.

"Alright... show of hands all of you who believe that Misty's going to be able to pull some kind of miracle out of her ass and take this title from me."

A few people raise their hand, and Raynin nods slowly.

"Alright... But answer me this... Do you think that because you're a Misty fan, or because she's flipped her wig, and is attacking random people?"

The people who raised their hands look around at one another and shrug.  Raynin starts to pace back and forth slowly.

"See, that's the biggest differene between Misty and myself.  When I was the number one contender, and I was the underdog, going up againt her and Kittie I didn't attack them before our matches.  I never saw a need to.  Do you know why?  It was because I sat back and I saw how there was always some kind of excuse as to why they would lose because of the attack.  They complained about not being one hundred percent... or the sneak attack was done to throw me of of my game...  all just bullshit... smoke and mirrors.  My attack was done after I beat them at their own game!  And why?  Because I wanted to prove to them, that no matter WHAT they threw at me, I'd still be able to get the job done!  I attack with purpose!!  Not for revenge, not for an ulterior motive of bettering my position... not for shits and giggles... well... maybe a little bit for shits and giggles, but that's beside the point.  I don't want an unfair advantage over my opponents.  I don't NEED an unfair advantage over my opponents.  I can do it all by myself!"

She holds her championship title high and brandishes it to the crowd.

"I did this!!  ME!!  I didn't have help from my friends to win like Misty did when she had Kittie stop me at High Stakes.  I didn't have to steal the championship belt and hold it hostage, and then attack anyone and almost end their career like Kittie did.  I did it with my own two hands!  I did it even though so many nay sayers were saying that I couldn't.  I did it even though the odds were against me, and things looked bleak.  I became the Bombshell Champion!"

She lowers the title belt back down and slings it over her shoulder, stroking the face of it gently.

"I've had my face cut with glass, I've been flung into a grave, I've had my head smashed into a tombstone, I've been dropkicked into a car, I've put my body on the line over and over and over again... And yet... I'm still here.  I overcame all of that adversity and I'm standing at the mountain top with no one else but GOD above me!!...  And do you really think that I'm going to let some upstart and a has-been take that from me?"

She shakes her head slowly.

"Now, Vixen... She's opened her own can of worms...  I understand that imitation is one of the greatest forms of flattery... but she stole from The Fallen... and that doesn't come without it's own pitfalls.  There's one thing to imitate, but plagerism is a crime, and I'm about to appoint myself judge, jury, and executioner."

Raynin takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"Vixen, Vixen, Vixen.  I get it.  You were once a big fish in a little pond, and now you want to test the waters of this ocean called the Sin City Wrestling.  I was once like you.  I had dreams... I had aspirations... I still have them.  But the problem is... now that you're in the ocean, you're still just a guppie swimming with a bunch of seasoned sharks!  And thanks to Misty chummin' the waters, I've got the scent of blood, and you're about to find out what it truly means to be in the middle of a feeding frenzy!"

Raynin's face takes on a mask of fury as she continues to rant, the crowd watching transfixed by the look on her face.

"I've sat back and listened to Vixen running her mouth for weeks now... thinking she's better than me because she got a win by disqualification in a tag team match...  I swear... she's about to get one hell of a wakeup call.  You see, I haven't even begun to bring out the big guns against her.  But this won't be a tag team match... And it's not about disqualifications... no no no...  This is going to be me, decending down from heaven to unleash hell all over her ass in a rain of fire and brimstone unlike any she'd ever believe possible!  She's going to get a taste of what it truly means to step up to a pissed off Angel!  Upsetting me doesn't cause me to lose my focus.  All it does is just make me want to amp it up a little bit higher.  All it does is make me want to inflict that much more damage and that much more pain before I drop the hammer on her head and leave her laying in the dust, squirming and begging for me to stop."

Raynin smirks evilly and nods slowly.

"But for you Vixen... the only way for you to experience even the tiniest hint of mercy from me once that bell rings is if you either lay down and let me pin you, or if you just tap.  Or if you just leave the ring and go back into the back and cower in the locker room.  Because as long as you stand in that ring, and present yourself as a target for my wrath, then you will experience it in abundance."

Raynin looks out at the crowd and then at her friends who are standing on either side of her.

"Misty and Vixen think that because I care about my friend Gothika and how she'll fare in her match against Krystal Diamond and Veronica Taylor that my priorities are split.  They think that I'm preoccupied, and that they are gonna be able to use that as a way to get to me.  But let's face facts here...  When it comes time for me to step into the ring, and that bell sounds, I'm all business.  My focus is in the moment.  My mind is set on one thing, and one thing only, and that is retaining this championship and keeping it around my waist, right where it belongs.  Just as I know Gothika is all business.  You see, I've learned something that you never will Misty...  True friendship is never a hinderance.  True friends will stand by you.  They'll have your back, and will always have your best interest at heart.  So yes, I can worry about Gothika and her match, just as I know she's worried about me and my match.  But don't you EVER thinks that for a MINUTE, my eyes are off of the prize.  I'm Champion right now because I never stopped striving to be the best.  And after London Brawling  I will STILL be Champion because I WILL NEVER stop striving to be the best."

She takes a deep breath and crosses her arms over her chest.

"There is always another bar for me to set for myself.  Being Bombshell Champion was just the first of many plateaus on the ladder of success.  This was just the first mountain I've decided to climb.  There's always another mountain in my future.  and the next step for me, is keeping this title.  Because this business is continually changing.  It's like surfing in the ocean... you come to the crest of a wave and go over it, only to see another wave coming at you.  I know that the waves won't stop coming.  There will always be another challenger for my title.  There will always be another person to overcome.  There will not be an end until I finally decide to stop, or someone gets lucky enough to take me down.  But even if that happens... in the unlikelihood of it happening, then who ever it is that does knock me off of this mountaintop better watch out because I'll be gunning for them like a shot from an AK-47!  And I won't stop gunning for them until I'm back on top once again!"

Raynin chuckles and pats the title gently on her shoulder looking down at it.

"Let's face it!  Everyone thought I was hungry for this title while I was trying to win it... but they have no idea what hungry truly means!  Now that I am Champion, I want to keep this title around my waist so badly that words can't express what I feel.  I want to hold onto it so tightly that sometimes I see myself holding this title in the mirror and my knuckles are white from the grip I have on it.  Am I obsessed like Kittie?  No... I'm not obsessed with being Champion.  I'm CONSUMED by being champion!  It is all that I have wanted and more, and the thought of being without my title...  haveing it ripped from me by some undeserving, unappreciative, obnoxious, arrogant, or no account hack makes me want to scream!!"

She runs a hand though her hair and starts to pace again slowly.

"This title is MINE!!  I'm like a wild animal about this title!!  A hungry lioness will defend their kill with teeth and claws and will kill another animal tha tries to take it from them before they're done with it!  I've marked this Championship as my property!  It's my territory!  And I will fight, tooth and nail to ensure that it remains Mine!!"

She takes a deep breath, and the tour guide looks at her watch and signals that it's time for the tour to start.  Raynin looks around at her friends and nods slowly before she addresses the crowd.

"I hope that you all get the chance to watch London Brawling.  Because the Age of Angels has descended upon the Sin City Wrestling.  And after I beat Misty and Vixen to retain my Championship, things will never... EVER be the same."

The trio crowd all start to cheer before they move on to start their tour.

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She's sitting in front of the television, eating breakfast as she watches the tape of what happened at Climax Control a few weeks ago.  She sighs as she watches how they'd been delivered a loss, not at the hands of their opponents, but by Misty and Electra Blaze.  She spoons another bite of raisin and cinnamon oatmeal into her mouth and rewinds it, playing it back once more...



Cookie slides in and pulls Gothika off just in the nick of time. She kicks her in the stomach and drops her down with the SexXx Factor! She immediately goes back to her corner as Raynin reluctantly returns to hers. Raynin shouts at the referee to be fair in his judgment calls, before looking down to Darknyss for advice. With Gothika and Vixen both down on the mat, the audience and their partners begin to rally support for them. Both women slowly stir on the mat. Just then, the lights go out and the audience begins whispering in bewilderment. As they come back on, a brunette woman stands at the head of the ring, waving to the match participants, shouting at them.

Simone: What the hell is she… Wait, is that former GXW Women’s Champion, Electra Blaze? What is she doing out… What?

Adams: Is that Misty crawling from under the ring? What is SHE doing out here? We are being graced by the NWA Cruiserweight Champion here, but what does she have planned here?

Darknyss and Brandi both seem a bit shocked as Misty grabs the Bombshell Championship. Electra Blaze slides into the ring. The referee tries to stop her from going any further when Misty slides into the ring from behind. Gothika is the first up and she spots Misty immediately. She goes to confront Misty who sports both championships on her shoulder The referee turns around to see her just as she turns around and nails Vixen with the Bombshell Championship. The referee calls for the bell.

Justin Decent: Your winners via disqualification… COOKIE S’MORES AND VIXEN!!!

Adams: I should be saying how I don’t believe what just happened, but what I want to know… Is Misty the third Bombshell competing for Raynin’s championship at London Brawling?

Simone: It’s hard to say, but she certainly has made her presence known by attacking Vixen while simultaneously costing The Fallen the match up.

Misty holds the Bombshell Championship in the air, carefully watching her back as Electra comes over to her. They hoist their arms up in the air to present the Bombshell Championship before dropping it to the ground. Raynin gets in the ring to chase them down before they quickly exit the ring. Misty snarls at her as they work their way up the ramp as “What You Want” by Evanescence plays.

She pauses the playback and sits back as she chews on her oatmeal slowly, smirking at the television set.

"That was the moment right there... That was the one thing that sealed your fate.  That was what put you on the road that will ultimately end with your having to face not just me as champion, but me as a pissed off champion Misty.  You wanted to stir up the hornet's nest by showing me that you could deal a blow to my ego by having me lose via disqualification.  Well bravo.  But if you'd wanted a shot at my title... I'd told you before... all you'd had to do was ask for it."

She takes another spoonful of her breakfast and sets the empty bowl on the table beside her elbow.  She takes a deep breath and temples her fingers as she looks intently at the screen.

"the fact of the matter is Misty... I wanted to face you.  One on one... face to face.. mano y mano.  I wouldn't have let my friends interfere.  but you had to go bringing Electra blaze into the picture.  Well fine... You wanted it to be this way... you got your wish. London Brawl will be a Brawl and then some.  I hope you're bringing your A game... cuase you'll be getting mine in abundance."


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>Event: London Brawling...  Sunday April 29th, 2012

Venue: Royal Albert Hall... in London, England

Match: Bombshell Triple Threat  

Opponent:  Vs Krystal Diamond Vs Veronica Taylor



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Two triple threat matches are what the fates have in store for the Angels of the Fallen.  As her partner, Raynin stands poised to defend her Bombshell Championship at London Brawling, so too does The Vampyric Angel have a battle ready and waiting for her.  Gothika must defend the honor of the Fallen in a match against a pair of Bombshells who want to use her as a springboard for their own careers... Krystal Diamond and Veronica Taylor.  But with the thirst taking over her more and more frequently, will she be able to keep the beast inside of her at bay long enough to pick up the win?  Or will the blood flow once she steps into the ring?  What will the outcome be?  Let's find out...


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Time:  April 24, 2012...  11:30 AM...

Place:  London, England...  Location: The Boar's Head Bed and Breakfast...


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There's been a bit of a respite from the requisite rain that normally fills the air in springtime.  The sun is streaming into the courtyard of the old estate that has been converted to this quaint little place for honeymooners, and those just looking to escape while still in the city.  The peonies and lupines are just spreading their petals to try and catch what sun they can before the clouds decide to close over the warm rays once more.  

She stirs as she feels the heat from the rays on her skin and it wakes her as she flinches from the sudden warmth.  She pulls the covers up over her in a protective motion, then sighs as she uncovers her face to look around.

She catches a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror on the low dresser across from the bed and she frowns at the sight of the red stuff that circles her mouth.  She starts trying to scrub it from around her mouth with the back of her hand, but stops once she notices that it's there as well and just gives up.  She shrugs and shakes her head as if trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind.

"What in the world am I doing here?  I should be at the hotel with the others..."

She slides her hands down her arms, and stops as she suddenly realizes that she's less than dressed under the covers.  She lifts the covers and gasps, her eyes going wide.

"Where are my clothes?  Oh my GOD!!  Did somebody slip me a mickey?"


She suddenly realizes that she's not alone in the bed as she sees the large lump under the covers beside her in the mirror.  She turns towards it and pokes it with a finger.

"Hey... who ever you are, it's time to get up.  It's morning time... I think..."

The lump doesn't move and she slides her hand under the covers, moving as if to move the covers back, but she gasp as she pulls her hand back quickly, seeing it covered in the red stuff.  She looks around nervously, but gulps slowly as she looks at her hand, coated in it.  She shakes her head slowly as she takes a deep breath.

"I can't still be hungry...  I always just take a drink... I don't gorge!  Everyone walks away none the wiser...  I'm in control... it doesn't control me..."

She slowly brings her fingers to her lips and licks them slowly, closing her eyes and moaning softly as the thick, salt taste slides over her tongue and down her throat.  She starts to lick faster, her tongue not wasting a drop as she growls hungrily, feeling her fangs extending as she does so.  She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and suddenly stops herself.  She shakes her head and smacks her forehead with her clean hand.

"What am I doing?  This isn't cool!  I'm waking up in some strange bed with someone laying in a pool of red beside me, and I stop for a quick snack?  Get it together girl!!"

She takes a deep breath and pokes the lump beside her again, frowning slightly as her pokes go unanswered.

"Hey!  Everybody ok under there?  Everybody alive and kickin'?  Just want to make sure...  Just a nod or a whimper will do..."

The lump doesn't do anythign but lay there, and she sighs heavily.

"Oh man!!  What did I do??!!  I promised, no bodies!!  This is gonna be bad if I... If I...  Oh MAN!!"

She shakes her head and hits herself in the temple with her fist a few times before she takes a deep breath and tries to clam herself down.

"Ok... I can handle this... I can deal... maybe nobody's dead...  maybe this is mine...  maybe this is all just a misunderstanding and we can all just walk out of here none the wiser.  Hell, i don't even know who it is under there!!  Maybe they were already dead, and I just happened by the door and couldn't help myself and popped in for a snack... yeah... that's it... I'm sure of it...  I simply couldn't...  I wouldn't... I can't have..."

She looks once more at the lump under the covers beside her and takes a deep breath as she reaches out to touch it.  She pulls back the covers and sees a young man laying beside her, head on the pillows... neck and chest drenched in the red.  His medium length, light browh hair hair is seeming to caress his cheek as he lays there, not moving.  She winces at the sight of his cute face and swears softly to herself.

"Shit!  What did I do?"

She reaches out a trembling hand towards his neck, as if willing a flutter to appear before she can touch his neck.  She holds her breath as her hand comes closer and closer.  Just as she's about to touch him, he sneezes, and she shrieks, jumping from the bed, pulling the covers with her, as she moves.  His eyes fly open as he hears her shrieking, and he screams in harmony, pulling the sheets over himself as he jumps up to stand on the other side of the bed.  Their shrieks fill the air, and bring the maid running to the door.  She knocks quickly and opens the door with her room key.

"Is there an emergency?  I heard screaming and..."

She takes one look at he pair of them, screaming, standing there, drenched in red as if a bucket of paint had been thrown over them, and at the red covered bed and promptly faints.  This causes the young man to start shrieking even louder, his light grey eyes, looking around confused.  He suddenly pulls the sheets up over his head as if he were trying to become invisible.  This causes her to stop shrieking, and chuckles as he stands there, trembling under the sheets.  Her chuckles become full blown laughter as she watches him.  She slowly lowers herself down to the bed and sits, holding the covers over her as she starts to look around for her clothing.  Upon hearing her laughter, the young man slowly stops shrieking.  He slowly lowers the sheets from off of his head and peeks out at her curious as to why she was laughing.

"I don't see what's so funny.  You didn't just wake up in a bed covered in blood."

She lowers the covers a bit and shows the red on her cleavage and lifts an eyebrow at him.  He looks chagrined and lowers the sheets a bit lower.

"Oh, right...  Alright then...  you didn't wake to some blood drenched bird shrieking bloody murder over you now did you?"

She holds up a hand and shrugs.

"Touche.  You just frightened me is all.  You didn't seem to be breathing."

He makes a face and slowly lowers himself down to the bed.

"Oh... Right...  I do breathe kind of shallowly when I sleep.  Doctors say it's got something to do with my nasal passages."

She smiles as she finds her shoes and her pants.  She keeps searching until she finds her shirt and her bra and he turns to look at him.

"Do you remember anything about last night?  I mean... did we..."

He shakes his head slowly.

"No, we didn't... I'd have remembered that...  Besides, apparently a part of me is wishing that we had... and if we had, then it wouldn't be so...  attentive right now."

She chuckles as she finds her bra and lowers herself down onto the bed and frowns slightly.

"So then... what happened?"

He shakes his head slowly and sighs.

"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you...  I was attacked by... well... by vampires last night."

She lifts her eyebrows and looks at him curiously.

"Really?  Then how did we..."

He takes a deep breath and looks around the room slowly.

"Well, I was at a club, hittin' on this bird and she'd said she'd wanted to well... you know... so I followed her out the club.  You were there too, and I don't know if you sensed something, or if something was just off, but when we left, you did too.  As me and the girl were headed for the parking lot, she suddenly grabbed me and drug me down this alley where these two other blokes were waiting for us.  They jumped me, and bit me!  I was bleeding so bad...  And you were suddenly just there!!  One of the blokes scuffled with you and knocked you into a wall pretty hard, but the noise brought other people, and they ran off.  You grabbed me and threw me in a car and just pulled off with me.  You found this place, and got us a room and you brought me in here, and you used something to fix my wounds.  Look... you can barely see a scar."

She takes a deep breath and sighs relievedly.

"Oh good... So I didn't... well... what I mean to say is... I'm glad that you're alright."

She picks up her clothes and smiles as he keeps looking at his arms and chest.

"I just wish I knew how you fixed me up without a scar."

She chuckles and winks at him.

"Trade secret.  Look, I'm gonna hop in the shower.  Don't go anywhere.  You will need to rest.  I won't be long, I promise."

She disappears into the bathroom and the sound of a shower fills the air...

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She's just gotten out of the shower and is nice and squeaky clean.  She's wrapped in a towel, and her skin is slightly pink from the heat of the water on her skin.  She's standing in the mirror of the bathroom, looking at the fogged glass, sighing softly.  She reaches out and writes a word on the glass.  It reads, battle.  She wipes the fog off of the mirror, revealing her face.  

"So many people think that I'm just an enforcer for the Bombshell Champion.  They believe that without her, I'm nothing. I'm just a shadow... I'm just a directed weapon and an extension of Raynin. Well, they have one thing right.  I am a weapon.  But I'm a weapon with my own agenda."

She takes a deep breath and smirks slightly.

"You see... what every other bombshell in this company strives for, I've already accomplished.  For over a decade, I've been dessimating men and women alike in wrestling federations around the world.  Everything that these females are scrapping and fighting for... I've already won numerous times over and then some.  I'm a multiple world champion... not just a Diva's Chapion, or Women's Champion... oh, I've won those as well... but I'm a multiple World Champion.  So when you step to me, that's something you better think about."

She picks up her panties from the pile of clothes she's got laying on the counter and starts to slowly slide them up her body, keeping things hidden under her towel so nothing but alot of thigh is shown.  

"Krystal Diamond...  Just breaking out in the world of wrestling... wanting to cut your teeth on a new place...  Well, once the bell sounds, and we step into the ring with one another, I will introduce you to something I'm sure you will never forget... My foot!  And veronica Taylor...  You've seen alot of the lights on the ceiling, I'll give you that.  You're about to see quite a bit more of them.  But in the end, what more can you expect?  You're about to step into the ring with someone who enjoys inflicting pain upon her opponents.  My moves are designed to make you want to just lay there and pray that I ignore you until I'm ready to pin you.  I'm six feet of wrecking machine, and damned proud of it.  I won't just beat you, I will break you!  I want for you to remember the beating that I give you and let it wash over you every time you step into the ring.  I want for my face to be what you see whenever the bell sounds and for the thought of facing me again to make you jump and shriek in fear at the sound of a bell ringing."

She reaches out and picks up her bra and slips it up her arms and underneath the towel, settling it into place before she fastens it behind her and drops the towel, finally showing her skin.  For the first time since she's been on air in the SCW, we get to see the voluptuous body that the Vampyric Angel keeps covered in PVC, leather, and rubber.  The curves of her hips with the pale skin of her six pack abs make you wonder why she doesn't show more of it.  She puts her hands on the counter and leans in towards the mirror as her eyes slowly turn to that eerie ice blue color.

"Once London Brawling comes, and the match begins, you both will realize that you've been forced into a match against a monster that's caught your scent and is on the hunt for you.  And yes... Oh yes...  there will be blood!!"

She starts to laugh evilly as the room suddenly starts to fog up again, making her disappear in a cloud of mist as the laughter is all that can be heard.

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She's in the rental car once more and is headed back towards the hotel.  She'd gotten rid of the bloody sheets while the young man was in the shower and took care of the maid with a bit of the magic dust she'd gotten from Diamond.  She sure could appreciate the fact that her friend was good with making people forget things.  Without that dust, it would make feeding so much harder for her to do.  She'd dosed the guy as well after he'd gotten out of the shower and left him in bed to sleep it off.  She'd ordered room service... Lots of meat to build up the body after the blood loss.  

She was happy that she'd not lost control, but was concerned about the fact that other vampires were making things harder for her to feed.  But now that she'd made herself known, and had even confronted others and stopped their feeding...  What would this mean for her and her career?  She bit her bottom lip as she shifted the car into another gear and sped off towards the hotel, deep in thought...

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Event: Climax Control...  April 8, 2012

Venue: Stade Pierre de Coubertin...  Paris, France

Match: BOMBSHELL TAG-TEAM MATCH

Opponent:  (vs) VIXEN and COOKIE S'MORES  


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The days are finally getting warmer and longer, and things are beating up in the world of professional wrestling.  The Superstars and Bombshells of the Sin City Wrestling have been invited to put on an event overseas, in none other than the city of love, gay Paris!!!  The Angels of the Fallen are up for tag team action against the woman that Raynin had pinned until Misty decided to interrupt the match, and a woman that Raynin was able to defeat in the past.  Will the pair of Vixen and Cookie S'mores be the dynamic duo and able to overcome the Angelic Ones?  Or will the Fallen be able to do what they've set out to do and dominate the competition and send the pair ona hellish ride they won't soon forget?  Let's find out...


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1. Sexually attractive or exciting.

2. Sexually aroused.

3. sexually suggestive or stimulating.

4. Arousing or tending to arouse sexual desire or interest.

5. Highly appealing or interesting and attractive.

6. provoking or intended to provoke sexual interest.

7. feeling sexual interest or aroused.


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Time:  April 2, 2012, 7:30 PM...  

Place:  Paris, France...  On the runway of the airport...


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It's early in the morning as the trio's plane lands in the Charles De Gaulle International Airport.  They were accompanied by their friend and Darknyss's former tag team partner, Diamond.  The private jet they'd come in taxied on the runway, trundling along slowly as Raynin looks out the window curiously.

"I have to admit, this was a much better flight to Paris then my last one.  Last time it was just a layover on a military flight.  I so wanted to be able to walk around the city and see the sights like the Eiffel Tower, but officially I was never here."

Diamond chuckles and shakes her hea slowly.

"Let me guess...  It was one of those times that you can't tell us about or you'll have to kill us kind of situations, right? Oh MAN!!  You have one crazy past girl.  But then, I think we all do.  The one with the least amount of craziness outside of the wrestling world is Darknyss, and she went through so much drama, she could write a book!!"

Darknyss throws her head back and laughs.

"So I grew up in a basically well adjusted family home.  So what?!  Doesn't mean a damned thing.  I'm still right here and just as nutty as the res of you nutballs with cheese."

The others laugh along with Darknyss and Raynin can't help but join in.  She sobers quickly though and turns back to Diamond.

"So, I still can't believe you got us this private jet!!!  It's not yours, so how did you get your hands on it?"

Darknyss chuckles and reaches out to tap Raynin on the shoulder.

"How do you think she got it?  She pulled a 'Thriller' on the guy that owns it."

Raynin frowns and looks between her friend's faces.

"A 'Thriller'?  What in the hell is a 'Thriller'?  I swear, sometimes you guys leave menso confused."

The others all laugh and Diamond shrugs her shoulders.

"Don't feel bad.  They confuse the heck outta me sometimes too.  A 'Thriller' is what they call it when I put a zombie spell on somebody.  And for you information my so called friends...  I didn't have to zombie-fy anyone to get us this jet.  I was coming to Paris for a meeting with a designer who wants a big wrestling name to model for his fall line, and when he offered his jet, I simply asked if I could bring you all along.  Now, it will cost you a day to come and model with me, but who wouldn't want to be a supermodel for a day?!!  And IF he should ask you to do the line with me, then you can thank me later by showering me with thank you's and compliments."

Darknyss smiles and nods as the plane finally taxis to a stop.

"Fair enough.  Though something tells me that your designer isn't ready for a supermodel of my obvious stature."

She grins and flexes her muscles and winks as the flight attendants flip on the sign stating it was safe to unbuckle their safety belts.  The friends stand and start pulling out their carry-ons, still chatting away.  Raynin puts a hand on Diamond's shoulder to get he attention.

"Speaking of the big magical elephant in the middle of the plane that no one is wanting to mention right now...  I thought that little magic trick you had Gothika throw in Misty's face was supposed to do something more to her than just give her the desire to stick her nose in our affairs."

Diamond shrugs her shoulders and pulls down her last carry-on.

"I don't know what happened.  Those kinds of spells are tricky to control as they're more open ended."

Raynin lifts an eyebrow as everyone starts to disembark from the plane. She keeps in step with Diamond as they head for the terminal and the customs area.

"What does that mean, open ended?"

Diamond takes a deep breath and lets it out loudly.

"It means that the person crafting the spell doesn't set a clear end.  The person the spell is worked on ends up causing the final outcome of the spell.  It's not like a spell to cause warts, which has the final outcome clearly stated, which is the warts.  That spell was supposed to pull out all of her hidden shit to light.  And from the huge crater she lef of her fiancée's heart during her wedding, something tells me she's got ALOT of skeletons biding in her closet she's been afraid to let anyone know about.  We didn't know she had that much rage and deceit inside of her.  Hell, she's as bad as that Kittie chick."

The four friends enter into the building and make their way towards customs.  As Raynin steps up to the counter and pulls out her passport, she suddenly gets a tingling feeling running down the back of her neck.  She stands up quickly and looks around, frowning.  She looks over at Gothika who has already removed her customary black leather trench coat and placed it on the conveyor belt to go through the x-ray machine.  When the custom's agent motions for her to remove her corset as well, she frowns and suddenly a string of absolutely fluent french comes flying out of her mouth.  Raynin's jaw drops and Darknyss just chuckles and shrugs.  Raynin's so engrossed in what's happening with Gothika that she doesn't realize that the custom's agent is trying to get her attention until he snaps his fingers in her face.  Her reaction is one of complete instinct, and as soon as she realizes something is in her face, she's grabbed the guy's finger and has twisted him around in a thumb lock and he's shrieking at the top of his lungs.

"Aaahh!!  Mon Dieu!!  Oh merde! Aide! Elle a mon doigt! My finger!!  Laissez-moi aller!  Let me go!!  S'il vous plaît laissez-le aller!  Please!!  Please please let it go!!"

Other security agents come flying over and Raynin quickly lets the man go, holding her hands up, looking innocent.

"Wait!  Wait, wait, wait!! I didn't mean it!!  I did it on instinct!!  He put his hand in my face!!  He should know better than to put his hand in the face of a wrestler!!"

Upon hearing this, the agent opens Raynin's carry-on back and sees the SCW Bombshell champion siting on top of a chane of clothing and looks up suddenly and looks from the passport and back up to Raynin with a look of shock.

"Aahh!!  Zut Alors!!  C'est elle!  I mean... Je veux dire, vous êtes son!  You're her!!  I mean... Vous êtes...  You are Raynin! Et c'est Gothika ... elle est Darknyss ...  You are Zee Fallen!!  Aahh!!  I am a, how do you call it... I am a fan!  I already 'ave my teeket for zee show!"

Raynin looks around and chuckles as the customs agent reverently pulls out the title belt, holding it as if it were a delicate and fragile Faberge egg.  He holds it up and starts to stroke it slowly.

"AAhh!!  Je m'appel Anton...  My name is Anton.  I 'ave dreamed of one day 'aving zee pleasure of meeting a wrestling champion!"

Raynin nods slowly and walks over to the man, taking the title from him and placing it back in her bag.

"Well, thank you.  I'm always happy to meet a fellow fan of wrestling.  I'm just the last person who was lucky enough to have the chance to have a title shot and win it.  Well, since you know who we are, do you think you can talk to your friend over there who is harassing Gothika so we can get through customs without being stripped searched?"

She looks over at Gothika who is glaring at the customs agent that has made her remove her corset and her patent leather top and she's left standing there in her black lace bustier and patent leather pants as he waves a wand around her body and it goes off.  From the look in the man's eyes, you can tell that he's probably just making the beeping noises himself.  She chuckles as a string of curses in french come running off of Gothika's tongue like she was born in France heself.  Anton waves his hands in the air and nods quickly.

"Mais bien sûr!!  Bien sûr!  Un moment s'il vous plaît ..."

He turns around and whistles through his fingers to the agent that is harassing Gothika.

"Haa! Louis! Laissez-la tranquille et la laisser passer! Elle est avec la compagnie de catch!  She eess one of zee wrestlers!!!  Leave her alone!!"

The agent looks from Anton and back to Gothika and his jaw drops as Gothika suddenly hisses and her fangs spring from no where.  He jumps back and starts apologizing quickly and handing Gothika her clothing.  Anton just squeals like a little girl and starts bouncing from foot to foot with excitement!!"

"Aahh! C'est magnifique!  Do you think that you all could say, do a... how do you say... a spot?  Right now and talk about your upcoming match against Cookie S'mores and Vixen?"

Raynin nods slowly and shrugs.

"I think that we could do a little somethin' somethin'."

Diamond collects the trio's things and the three Angels of the Fallen come together and stand one beside the other.  Raynin steps up first and looks around at the people who have gathered around the customs area to listen.

"You know, it's so great to see that there are at least  few people out there who have taste.  they want to hear what the Angels of the Fallen have to say.  they haven't been caught up by the flashy clothes, and the displayed tits and ass of the competition... They haven't been waylaid by the throwing of candy wrappers and munching of pie...  They're honed in on the plain and simple fact of good wrestling."

Gothika steps forward and she finally speaks for us all to hear.

"I've always been a woman of few words.  I have always let my actions do the speaking for me.  Some people see me as just backup.  But they seem to have forgotten the fact that I in my own riht am a fighter.  I'm what they all aspire to be.  Everything that they are hoping to accomplish in the Sin City Wrestling, I have done time and time again in other companies.  Cookie thinks she intimidates because of he size... i intimidate because of my skill.  Vixen thinks that because she's fought a few battles tha she can overcome and win a war...  Well she's got another think coming.  Step up to the Fallen and you will get smacked down straight into the bowels of hell."

Raynin chuckles and shakes her head.

"Wow... how am I to compete with a statement such as that one?  Look... I'm the Champion because I've got the chops to be the champ.  I don't back down from a battle.  And even when you knock me down, I keep on coming.  I don't stop.  I won't stop. I can't stop. It's not in my nature to stop.  I'm like the energizer freakin' bunny in the ring.  I don't understand the meaning of the word quit.  and every match I have is a challenge.  It's like i'm always on the hunt for this title, even when I have it around my waist.  So Vixen, Cookie...  I know you may think, 'oh, this is just another tag team match, they're gonna be slack and lacksidaisical about it, but that's where you're wrong.  there IS not down time or me where wrestling is concerned.  So expect a fight when we step into the ring.  It will be business as usual, which will mean jus like before, I'll hit you and you'll be laid out.  PERIOD!"

Diamond looks at he watch and signals to the trio that it's time to leave as the scene fades out.

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