Climax Control, 9/28/14


Event: Sin City Wrestling's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 9/28/2014

Place: St. Louis, Missouri
Venue: Scott Air Force Base

Match: BOMBSHELLS TAG TEAM MATCH UP

Opponent: with, Raynin Vs.  AZZ ‘N CLASS’s Chanelle Martinez and Torielle Jackson


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After months of being away, the Angels of the Fallen have come back to the halls of Sin City Wrestling.  And what a shocker!!  Gothika is no longer teaming with her best friend, Diamond!  Instead, there is the return of her friend and protegee, Raynin, who has been locked away in a mental institution for almost a year!  What sparked this return in this manner?  What is the mental state of Gothika’s partner?  And what about Gothika herself?  Racked with her own turmoil, what is her mental state?  I know I can’t wait to find out… Can you?...


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 â€¦  BACK TO NORMALITY… I THINK ...  

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**********  WARNING!!  **********

The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Champion, Gothika.  They were not intended for the younger viewers of our audience.  They contain content which is extremely graphic in nature.  So graphic, they've even given me nightmares which make me hide under the bed and use a night light if I watch them for too long.  If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until you have something to settle your stomach before continuing.  If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further.  If you do go further, be prepared to wet and soil yourselves.  You have to provide your own diapers and wet wipes.    Parental discretion is advised.

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*** An Except from the Online Blog of Gothika  ***

September 26, 2014

Bonjour Tout le monde,

It’s been a long road back to this place, this point in time, this moment when I get to say… The Angels of the Fallen are back home in the Sin City Wrestling!!!  All of us!!  Not one or two of us… Not the ones who people think deserve to be here, but all of us…  And I must say, it feels so good to be back.  There were points in time when I’d think to myself…  â€œHey… Gothika… Do you think it’s all going to be worth it?  Do you think that it’s all going to happen just as you picture it in your head… All of the fans will jump to their feet and cheer and clap and be excited to see you and your friends step back into the ring?”  And what I do is I shrug my shoulders and think back to myself…  â€œHell yeah it’s worth it!!  And I know that my fans will do just that!  Our fans are not fickle creatures who change their minds about who their favorite is from moment to moment.  Our fans are fans for life!!  I got emails and letters in the real mail… I mean snail mail!!  For real!!  All of them asking me, when I was coming back… What was happening?...  And when were they to expect to see me back in the ring?...  I mean, who actually takes the time to write a letter anymore, unless they’re mailing out a payment for something?  THAT is dedication!!  And so, I knew that no matter what was happening, I had to come back.  I had to fight, not just for me…  Not just for my friends… But for the fans that were counting on me to come back to this place right here…  The Sin City Wrestling!

Now yes… I know you’re all expecting it to be me and Diamond, because that’s how it’s been for so long…  But after everything we went through to get my girl back… Raynin was my partner when I came here.  She was the first of us here in SCW.  She was the first of us to become Bombshell Champion…  She was the reason for my being here… And as much as I love Diamond, I have to stand by her now.  She’s put in so much effort to be able to come back, and I have to say, I’m proud of her for not giving in when things looked the darkest.  She is worthy of the name she has with us.   She is worthy of the wings she bears.  Diamond has been and will always be my best friend.  But right now… Raynin is my partner.  I trust her.  I’ve always trusted her.  I always will trust her.  I don’t care how crazy she seems, I know she will always have my back.  Once and Angel… Always an Angel.  

Being an Angel is not some flighty thing.  I know some of these tag teams who exchange members like they change their panties, every other month, they have a new partner, or they break up, and get back together.   Hell, they’re like a Bad Romance or something…  That’s no way to form a team.  That’s no way to be able to truly work together and work well together.    And while we may switch up among ourselves, that’s because we all work together… ALL of us.   We’re like interchangeable parts of a giant puzzle… Or like Legos with all of their little connecting dots…  Or like fried peanut butter and bananas sandwiches...  we just  fit together perfectly, and we're hot hot HOT!  I mean us in the ring, when our adrenaline gets going... no matter which one of is in there... It's ELECTRIC!!  It's like wild fire!!  I mean, we're so close knit, it’s like sometimes, we may bust out each other’s finishers… just to show that we can do it too.  'Why is that?'  you may ask...  Well, for no reason other than we can do it.  I mean, of course we know how to do each other's finishing moves.  I mean, why wouldn't we?  We certainly know how to execute them because we helped each other come up with those moves.  We help each other make sure that they’re perfected, and we help each other to train for those moves over and over again.  We show each other how to up the ante on each move, and make it even more spectacular than it was before.  It's why when we step into the ring, we're like a machine..  A well oiled machine... You can't begin to understand just what that means unless you've ever been in a partnership like that.  I mean, we're more than just partners.  We're like family.  Sisters from another Mister and all that good shit.  

So here we are again, we're back into the thick of things as soon as we touch ground.  We come back, and we have to face a pair of females that we've tackled before...   And I do mean tackled before... I think I speared one of them so hard, she practically flew out of her all too short shorts.  I mean, it was all intense and everything at the time, but...  I mean let's face it... We're talking about a couple of women who helped pioneer the Bombshell Tag Team Division here in the SCW.  We were the whole reason why the Tag Team Division was started... We were one of the original Tag Teams of the Sin City Wrestling...  Raynin was the third Bombshell Champion, and that was only because she didn't come into the company at it's inception...  I am a former Bombshell Champion, and we've both held the Tag Team Championships... Hell, I've lost count how many times.  I'm sure I've got it written down somewhere...  And what does that mean for Miss Martinez and Miss Jackson?  That means that they've got a fight like... well, like the others they've had in the past when they've faced us.  I'm sorry to say that it would be business as usual when they face us.  But then, I think they knew that already.

Have these two women bettered themselves in the time we've been away?  Hmm.. Maybe... Quite Possibly.  Have these two women come up with some new tricks that might surprise my partner and my self?  Perhaps.  But what they don't realize and won't come to know until they have stepped into the rings against my friend and I is that we weren't just sitting back twiddling our thumbs while we were away.  Raynin was in a place that none of you would ever like to see...  She experienced things the likes of which would haunt your most frightening of nightmares.  We were gone so long, just so that we could let Raynin try to come back to the reality that she wasn't locked up anymore.  See, being in that place does things to you...  They say that they're fixing you, but all they were doing to her was making her worse.  But that's probably a good thing in the ring.  But you know what girls...


C'EST CHIENNES DROITE !! Je suis de retour !! Soyez prêt pour les DOULEUR POUR COMMENCER!!!  {“That’s right bitches!!  I’m back!!  Get ready  for the pain to commence!!” }

Very soon, the fun will begin again.  Azz 'N Class...  You may respect us... But there's no way you're going to beat us.  The sooner you accept that fact, and take the whoopin' we have in store for you....  Well, I was going to say the better it would be for you but... Nah... It's just nothing but sadness in your future.

Au Revoir Tout le monde!!


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 Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 2/23/2014

Place: San Francisco, CA     Venue: War Memorial Gymnasium

Match: BLAST FROM THE PAST II - OPENING ROUND MIXED TAG TEAM MATCHUP

Opponent: with DEREK THORNE vs ETHAN BRODY and DELIA  

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It's the opening round of the Blast From the Past Mixed Tag Team Tournament, and everyone is excited for what's about to go down.  The first set of matches were exciting and have baited the crowd's breaths for what is to come up next.  And this Sexy Mistress of Magic is just as excited as the rest.  The VooDoo Queen has a chance to step into the squared circle pared with the Epic, Derek Thorne.  They get to tussle with Ethan Brody and Delia to see if they're able to advance to the next round.  The only downside though, is she wasn't able to be pared with her Mr. Yummy-kins, Jeremiah, "Big Tiger' Hardin.  That would have been Epicness Personified had it been able to come to pass.  Plus, with Argento gaining a win in his first round match, should Diamond win her match, she could end up standing toe to toe against her BFF's Boyfriend!!   Drama ensues everywhere you go with this tournament!!  But when you think about it...  It's going to be down right AWESOME!!  Let's see what else transpires, shall we...



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Time:  February 18, 2014...  10:30 AM

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada… Raynin's Apartment Building...  On the Gym Floor...

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It's just not been the best times for our resident Wicked Witch of the East.  She's been keyed up all week.  She's agitated, and in a bad mood.  Her normally gorgeous face is marred with a frown, and she's had her bottom lip stuck out in a sulk so deep, nothing could pull her from it.  And trust me, everyone has been trying to liven her mood.  Not even when Jeremiah decided to do his impression of a banana split and covered himself in ice cream and whipped cream, and placed a cherry in an interesting spot, it only lightened her mood for long enough to enjoy her little sweet treat.  And why was she so upset?  I think we all know why...

Diamond was on the gym floor, taking her frustrations out on the heavy bag in the best way knows how.  She was hitting things with her bare fists.  Well, unless you count tape as something.  She'd started on the wooden strike pole, but stopped when she'd felt the sting beginning along the backs of her knuckles.  The bag was jumping around as she struck it with punches and kicks so fast and hard, that it sounded as if the bag was grunting in pain.  She was covered in sweat because she'd been doing this for the past hour and a half and she was still in a ticked off mood. Finally, she just screamed in utter frustration and did a jumping side kick and sent the bag swinging.

She let the bag swing for a bit longer, then grabbed it, resting her head against the leather, breathing heavily as she closed her eyes and tried to still her storming mind.  At that point, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she didn't even open her eyes for a moment because she knew exactly who it was.

"Jeremiah... I know you are worried about me, but there's nothing you can do or say to make me feel better right now."

She hears him sigh heavily, and she takes a step back and starts hitting the bag again.  Her chest was heavy with the exertion and her hands ached as she knew that underneath the tape on her hands, her knuckles had split open from being hit so much.  Sure enough, the next few strikes left small red smears on the leather and she could smell the scent of blood when she would bring her fist closer to her face.  Jeremiah was standing behind her, watching her as she worked.  She knew he was taking in every inch of her sweat drenched body clad in the dark blue spandex short shorts with light blue accents and the matching halter bikini top.  It was a little less than what she would normally work out in, but she had known she'd be working hard, and she was hot, so she was happy to have on what she was wearing.

"Come on Emme!!  You can't still be mad about the fact that we're not partners for the mixed tag tournament!  It's just a tournament!  It doesn't mean that what we have is gonna be affected in anyway!  It's just business, you know that."

Diamond keeps hitting the bag and her frown deepens slightly before she shakes her head and stops, dropping her hands quickly. She turns around and shakes her head slowly as she reaches out with her aching hand and pokes Jeremiah in the center of the chest.

"You can't be happy that we're not teaming with each other."

Jeremiah shakes his head and sighs heavily.

"Well, no I'm not happy, but I'm sure not everyone is happy.  I mean look at Argento.  He was put in a match with the woman that Gothika calls her 'Nemesis'...   You know he wasn't too happy about teaming with her, but he put up with it and they have made it to the next round."

Diamond nods and sniffs lightly as a stray water droplet tickles her nose.  She reaches up and wipes it away with the back of her hand.

"Yeah... And think about this... I don't mind facing Argento cause he's a friend, and I'm not dating him... But you... "

Jeremiah takes a deep breath and sighs heavily.

"Yeah... If we both win our matches..."

Diamond shakes her head and pokes him in his chest again.

"No... WHEN we both win our matches, that means that we will have to face each other.  Are you really ready to test our relationship with that?  Are you sure you can handle getting your ass handed to you by me an my partner?  Can you really bite your pride down and hug me afterward and kiss me and make me feel better cause I had to beat your partner to a bloody pulp?"

Jeremiah chuckles and shakes his head.

"And what if I end up having to do the same to your partner?"

Diamond smirks and shakes her head.

"I have seen Derek Thorne in action... I'm  not worried in the least with his capabilities.  But as for this... Jade... character... You better tell her to make sure to keep her hands to herself.  If I see even the slightest misstep...  I'll smack a bitch.  And you know this to be true.  I protect what is mine."

Jeremiah chuckles and smirks as he slips his arms around her waist and nuzzles her nose with his.

"Oh, ho ho... so I'm yours now?  You own me?"

Diamond slips her arms around his neck and smirks and licks his lips playfully.

"Oh yes... I've successfully marked you.  I've staked my claim, and you know it.  And if you ever forget just who you belong to...  I have no qualms about re-educating you about that fact."

Jeremiah throws his head back and laughs.

"Well my dear... I don't think I will ever forget.  But you know how much I enjoy your... um... re-education.  Why don't we have a quick little class so you can refresh my memory."

Diamond smirks and pulls herself from his grip and takes his hand in hers, pulling him towards the locker room and the private showers.

"Well, maybe just a little taste... for being a good boy."

They close the doors, and we hear a soft feminine chuckle as e scene fades out.

 
Event: SCW's MY BLOODY VALENTINE    DATE: Sunday, February 2, 2014

Place: Primm, Nevada   Venue: Star of the Desert Arena

Match: SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP - FATAL FOURWAY MATCH

Opponent: vs ROXI JOHNSON vs NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE vs AMY MARSHALL  

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It’s time for the Pay Per View.  Everything’s been building up to this moment…  The clash of the year…  The Bombshell Championship is being defended in a Fatal Fourway matchup!!  Our Vampyric Champion has to stand off against four females who she’s faced in the past, all at once.  You know it’s going to be a fight to remember, as the Angelic Champion has pissed each of these women off in turn over the past year since her return and along the road to the Championship.  Will Gothika be able to overcome this newest challenge and be able to retain her title?  Or will  her meteoric rise finally be stopped, and she topple of the mountain o power?  We’re all excited to find out what’s going to happen, so let’s get to it!!….


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Time: January 21, 2014…  9:30 AM…  

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada… Location:  Deavon Justice's Hotel...  In the Lobby...
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It was one of those mornings you could only dream about.  The air was just crisp enough that it had a bit of a bite to it, and the sky was just clear enough that you could see the big fluffy clouds floating overhead.  It was one of those priceless mornings that you dream about when it's raining, and the sky is dark, or when you've been cooped up in a cubicle farm all week and it's a Friday afternoon, and you have a picnic planned with your significant other for the very next day.  Yeah... it was one of those kinds of mornings.  

It was also one of those mornings where the cameramen of the Sin City Wrestling were all hyped up on coffee and donuts, and their sugar rushes had them extremely excitable.  They were zipping around trying to follow everyone as quick as they could to make sure that they didn't miss a thing.  And this morning was no exception.

Deavon Justice was used to this kind of thing though.  This pillar of wrestling prowess had seen more camera time than most other folks in almost every company out there.  So today was just another day at the office for him as he stepped off of the elevator with his daughter Hillary in tow.  Sporting his usual blue jeans and an old school Mortis t-shirt from the AWO days, accompanied by his leather jacket he looked every bit as dangerous as he does when he steps into the ring... that is until he looks at his daughter and smiles.  I mean, who couldn't look at that gorgeous face... Those sparkling eyes and quick smile and not help but smile back.  She was Daddy's Little Girl for sure, dressed in a matching leather jacket, stretch blue jeans and the old school Mortis Crop top.   What he didn't know was that smile was about to get wiped right off of his face.  

Deavon was talking to his daughter.  She had every ounce of his attention... which was why he didn't notice the tall form approaching him, or the large fist aimed his way until it struck him in the gut... hard...  So hard, it doubles him over even before he knows what hit him.  He coughs and gasps.

"Ooooohhhhhfffff!!!  I know that fist... Hey Darknyss."

He looks up to see his old friend and ex-rival standing over him looking pissed.  She's frowning, and almost looks as if she's pouting a bit.  She's dressed to impress in a cream colored linen suit with thick black pinstripes, and a pair of black leather pumps, which put her at about an inch above his tall frame.  She's got her arms crossed under her breasts, and she's tapping her toe on the carpet, and you can tell just how unhappy she is.  But when Hillary looks up at her and grins, Darknyss can't help but to crack a smile too.  She scoops Hillary up in a hug and beams down at her.

"Hey Hillary!!  It has been such a long time!!  The last time I saw you, you were in ribbons and pigtails!!   You're all grown up now!!"

Hillary chuckles and shrugs.

"Hey, It's been much longer than that, cause i was just wearing pigtails and ribbons yesterday."

Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head.

"I'm being serious though.  You are looking so good!  I can't believe it!!  And I'm diggin' the Daddy/Daughter look.  Your outfit is so cool."

Hillary shrugs and smriks.

"Hey,  you know me.  I'm just doing what I do.  But look at you!  You look spectacular!!  Is that Armani?"

Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head.

"They wish.  You remember one of the girls that used to wrestle with my group, Lyrique?  Well, she's started her own designer label.  I'll give you her number. She's does absolutely FABULOUS work!!"

Deavon is still doubled over, gasping for air, and he looks up with an incredulous look.

"What about me?!!  No hi, no how you doin'... I just get blasted in the gut?"

Darknyss rolls her eyes and holds her hand up in his face.

"I'm not talking to you.  I'm pissed at you.  But Hillary is innocent, so I'm gonna talk to her."

He finally is able to stand up and rubs his stomach for a minute before he throws his hands up in the air.

"Hey!! What the hell did I do?  What transgression did I partake in that warranted a shot like that?"

Darknyss  pivots on her heel and pokes Deavon repeatedly in the chest with her fingertip so sharply he winces with every poke.

"You... did not... tell... me ... you... were coming ... to the SCW!!"

He moves his chest away from her poking finger and frowns, rubbing the spot that he was certain was now bruised.  He shakes his head and smirks.

"Well that's because I'm a grown ass man and I don't have to give you my entire itinerary of shit I have to do in a day.  Besides, you should be flattered that I came.  I only came to see if I could get the chance to kick your ass."

Darknyss smirks back and huffs a bit.

"Well 'Old Man'... I guess you're just shit outta luck then, cause we don't have an intergender division in the SCW.  Besides... i don't wrestle anymore.  I'm just a manager now.  I am letting the youngsters have a shot at greatness.  Besides, DT and I are trying to have a baby so..."

Deavon interrupts her, holding up her hand as he blinks in shock.


Hold up... wait just one damned minute here!!  Did you say DT?  As in Dark Tiger?"

Darknyss nods and lifts her eyebrow at him.

"Yes as in Dark Tiger.  Who else did you think I meant?"

Deavon shrugs and lifts an eyebrow at her.

"Well what the hell??!!  I thought that you two might have been broken up by now...  I mean it's been what... almost six years since I'd seen you two together last."

Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head.

"Nah...  You know me... I don't mess with a good thing.  And the two of us just... work.  We're engaged now."

Deavon nods slowly and keeps looking at her with his eyebrow raised.

"Now?  Weren't the two of you engaged back in the AWO?"

She nods and shrugs.

"Well, it's been an on again, off again engagement.  He goes through these times where he needs to travel and live everywhere else but with me, he stays gone or disappears for like eight months and I get pissed and give him back his ring...  Then he wakes up and comes back crying saying he's missed me... You know how the old dance goes.  This time though...  He's been pretty solid.  It's been three years of constant contact, so I said we could start again to try to have a kid.  Nothing yet so far, but the trying sure has been fun.  He’s off in Japan again, training with Sensei Mosley’s former classmates to get further training in Isshin-ryu and will be back in the states in time for us to celebrate Valentine’s Day.  I know I can’t wait for that.  I swear, I’m gonna be on him like white on rice when he gets back…”

Deavon makes a face and shakes his head, putting his fingers in his ears.

"Please!!  Stop now!!"

Hillary chuckles and points at her father with her thumb.

"He can't stand hearing about his friend's sex lives.  He says it's creepy."

Deavon makes a face at his daughter.

"That's cause it IS creepy!!  It makes me feel all sleazy and nasty and gross and sick to my stomach!"

Darknyss grins and leans in close to him.

"If you think me talking about having a kid is bad, just wait till I start gushing about how sexay my man is, and how we hug and kiss and get all mu-mu-mu squishy with each other."

Deavon looks like he's about to turn green and he puts a hand over his lips.

"That just made me throw up in my mouth a little bit."

Darknyss and Hillary both laugh hysterically as Deavon turns around to hide his green face.  Darknyss moves over to Hillary and puts an arm around her shoulder.

"Well, it seems I've done a number on your Dad's stomach.  So I'm guessing that means he's not gonna want to join the girls and me for a home cooked breakfast.  But I'm sure you're hungry seeing what time it is."

Hearing the mention of breakfast, Deavon turns around quick as a flash with a grin on his face.

"Did you say breakfast?"

Darknyss chuckles and crosses her arms under her chest again.

"Yes I said breakfast."

Deavon's eyes start to sparkle and he lifts his eyebrows excitedly.

"You're cooking, right?  PLEASE tell me you're cooking!!"

Darknyss grins and shakes her head.

"Of course I'm cooking.  I got my hands on this awesome new honey egg bread which I think will make some awesome french toast with a home made caramel sauce, maple syrup and topped with some fleur de sel... I think it's gonna be..."

Darknyss quirks her eyebrow at Deavon as he's looking like a starving dog chasing after a bone as she describes what she's going to be making for breakfast.  She looks at Hillary who's got a similar expression on her face, then they look back at Deavon and burst out laughing.

"Ok... Ok.. I get it... You're hungry!!  You guys follow me back to my place, and I'll get you all fed.  Just remember... no drooling on my carpets!!"

Deavon claps his hands and starts dancing crazily.

"WHOOT WHOOT!!  FRENCH TOAST!!"

Darknyss rolls her eyes and chuckles, shaking her head.

"You are such a nut!!  I swear, sometimes I can't take you anywhere."

The trio head out the door, chatting and laughing all the way out.


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The kitchen is toasty and the scent of bacon and sweet caramel is filling the air.  The cameramen are standing around all hoping that Darknyss will be nice enough to share some of what she’s cooking with them as they watch her playing Suzie Homemaker.  She’s pulled he hair back off of her face in a loose up do, keeping it in place with  couple of well placed chopsticks, and put on a frilly lavender apron with ‘KISS THE COOK’ emblazoned on the chest in dark purple embroidery, and she looks almost like a professional chef as she flitters around the kitchen, moving from the fridge to the stove to the countertops like a hyperactive fairy on too much honey and nectar.

Siting around the kitchen table are Deavon and Hillary Justice, the other Angels of the Fallen Diamond and Gothika, and Michael Argento.  The room is quiet as they sit around and wait for the food.  Deavon clears his throat and stands and goes over to look over Darknyss’s shoulder at what she’s cooking and tries to slip his finger into the caramel sauce, but she stops him with a swat to the back of his hand with a large wooden spoon, making him yelp and pull his hand back, shaking it.

“HEY!!  Hands off of the food while I’m cooking!!  Can’t you be patient for like ten more minutes?  It’s almost done!!  I’m just getting the bacon nice and crispy!”

Deavon sticks his bottom lip out and pouts for a minute.

“Aww Lady!!  Come on!!  It smells so god!!”

Darknyss frowns and points at the chair he just vacated with the spoon.

“Drop your butt in that seat partner!!  You’re acting like you haven’t eaten anything but bread and water in a month!”

He smirks and snags a piece of bacon from the paper towel where it’s draining before she can swat him again and Darknyss growls at him.

“Well, what do you expect!! I haven’t had your cooking in so long, I feel like one of those kids you see on the feed the hungry commercials!  You’ve heard my stomach since you even mentioned breakfast.  It remembers how good of a cook you are.  Can you really blame me?”

Deavon grins and winks at Darknyss and Gothika chuckles and shakes her head slowly.

“Same old Deavon.  I had to admit, it was nice to see you work in the ring.  And I know you’re happy that you don’t have to face any of us since we’re in the SCW and there’s that whole no men on women policy.”

Deavon shakes his head and sighs heavily.

“Actually, I’d love to take one of you again.  I’m hoping that I can convince Darknyss here to talk to one of the owners so she can strap on her boots and take an ass whoopin’ from me one more time.”

Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head.

“Don’t you mean so I can put you over my knee once more and spank your ass like I have so many times before?  You put on a good front, but I know you’re glad that we don’t have to face each other.”

Gothika smirks and shakes her head.

“Well, they do have inter gender matches every now and then.  But they’re very rare and we actually have to request them.  But they do happen.  Who knows…  That epic tie breaker match you two have been itching for just might take place.”

Gothika picks up her title belt from her lap and places it on the table in front of her and she notices Deavon looking at it and she smirks.

“Yeah…  I am actually enjoying this Bomshell division.  I have people throwing themselves at me to try and take this title from me.  And come the pay per view, I’m going to do everything in my power to sink my fangs into one of my opponents.  Of course I’m going to beat the living snot out of them all first to tenderize them.  There’s just nothing like the added flavor that pain and anger and fear puts into the taste of the red.  It gives it this… I don’t even know what to call it… and essence… an added spice…  that certain je ne sais pas…  I mean, everyone believes that the red would taste universally the same… But you’d be surprised how much diet, the amount of exercise the person gets… even their blood type changes the flavor of it.  I know I think Argento tastes better when he eats a lot of pineapple and fishes that are high in fatty acids like lake trout, mackerel, and some good salmon.”

Argento chuckles and nods slowly.

“Yeah, whenever we go out for sushi, she can’t keep her hands off of me.  Remember that time when you brought home that soy sauce and we…”

Deavon starts to make a retching sound in his throat and holds his hands up, waving off Argento’s statement.

“Look buddy… I know we just met and all, but I’m gonna warn you right now…  Keep that kinda shit to yourself.  That’s not stuff you discuss in front of me.  I’ve known these girls for like… ever… Since my Hillary was a little girl…  So no talking about that… behind closed doors stuff around me, ya’ dig?”

Gothika throws her head back and laughs.

“Since Hillary grew up, you’ve become such a prude, Old Man!  Besides, he was actually going to say we bought special soy sauce from the restaurant and we…”

Deavon shakes his head and makes a noise, stopping her mid sentence-

“EEEEEHHHH!!!  Nope!! Nope!!  Stop right there!!  Don’t you do it!!”

Gothika starts to laugh and tries to finish her sentence.

“But all we did was we…”

Deavon puts his fingers in his ears and starts to shake his head quickly.

“LA LA LA LA LA!!  I’M NOT LISTENINT!! I’M NOT LISTENING!!”

Gothika reaches over and pulls his fingers from his ears.

“We used it to marinade some tilapia filets silly man!!”

Deavon puts his hands down and straightens his clothes.

“Oh… Ok, that I can listen to.”

Gothika sits down and leans back into the chair and chuckles.

“And then I had Argento eat it off of my naked body like one of those chicks in a sushi bar.”

Deavon throws his hands up in the air and makes a face.

“GAH!!!  SEE!!  GAG ME!!!”

Gothika throws her head back and laughs and shakes her head.

“I’m just playing!!  I’m just playing!!!  That is never gonna get old!!”

Everyone chuckles and Diamond stands to go and grab the coffee pot from the warmer and refill everyone’s coffee.  Gothika takes a deep breath and stretches and yawns, and as she does, her fangs flash in the light.  Deavon adds the fixings he likes and stirs his slowly, taking a deep breath.

“You know… I still can not get used to seeing that.”

Gothika frowns slightly and looks at him confused.

“Seeing what?”

Deavon points at Gothika with his spoon and nods towards her.

“Seeing the fangs… seeing her as a… whatever she is…”

Gothika chuckles and shakes her head slowly.

“I’m a vampyre Deavon.  I was a vampyre before I left the AWO, and I’m still a vampyre now.”

He nods and puts his spoon down on the table.

“Yeah, and it creeped me the fuck out even then.  The thought of you… biting someone and drinking their.. their… “

Gothika holds up a hand and shakes hr head slowly.

“We call it the red Deavon.  It makes it easier to think about in terms that are tolerable.  And I don’t just get it by biting people… I also have a steady stream of incoming supplies that I get from animals and donors… It’s just human red works better than animal red.  But everyone has a little bit of red every now and then… When you cut your finger and suck the end of it to stop the bleeding…  you’re drinking a bit of the red.  When you get a rare steak or a hamburger, or even a nice thick tuna filet… that red juice is just that…  It’s the red after it’s been heated.  I’m just doing that on a grander scale is all.  It’s no biggie.”

Deavon grimaces and sits back, running a hand through his hair for a moment, then he sighs heavily.

“So Gothika…  I’ve been looking over this whole big thing going on between you and your opponents at the pay per view.   You sound confident, but something is nagging me.  Are you really as confident of the win as you sound?”

Gothika adds some cream and sugar to her coffee and stirs it, the spoon clinking softly against the inside of the mug as she looks down at it, contemplating her next statements.

“To answer your question…  I’m always confident that I will do well in a match.  But I never assume thatI will win, or lose.  I can’t think in things that black and white.  What I do think is this…”

She takes sip of her coffee and wraps he hands around the mug as she places it on the table.

“I think that a person’s ability to win a match is governed by many things.  It’s their skill level… It’s their training… It’s their desire to win…  But it’s that Sheer Dumb Luck factor that comes into it the most.  Especially when you’re defending.  And that’s why I have changed how I think about things when I’m going into a title defense.  Most people go into it thinking, ‘oh, I’m the champion… I’m better than everyone here… so I know I”m gonna win it.’  But not me.  I go into it thinking much like one of the opponents think…  I think to myself, ‘I know I good…  I know I’m damned good…  I wouldn’t be where I am right now if I wasn’t damned good.  I have fought through countless opponents to get to this point.  I have put my body through hell with training and training and training just that little bit more…  I have put my emotions through hell trying to keep my mind in the right mindset to believe that I deserve to be right where I am at this very moment…   I have worked hard and persevered through every adversity that’s been placed before me to be right here, at this spot, at this very moment, in the situation that I’ve wanted to be and striven to be in.  So now, it’s time to prove that I am as good as I believe that I am.  Now it’s time to prove that I deserve what has been placed before me.  It’s time for me to show the world that I can succeed and be the best of the best at what I’ve been placed here to do!’  

People have asked me over and over again why I keep succeeding when all of the odds are stacked against me in terms of winning and keeping the Bombshell Championship.  And the whole fact of the matter is… when I step into the ring… I never step into the ring with the mind set of ‘I am the Champion.’  I go in there hungry…  I go into the ring with the mindset of, ‘I have to win this match at all costs…  There is on half way… There is no easy way out.  There is no risk I am not willing to take, there is no compromising anything… I have to win!’…  And THAT is why I know that I’m coming out of My Bloody Valentine as still the SCW Bombshell Champion.  Because no one is hungrier than I am.  And thanks to a little discussion I had with Darknyss and Argento this morning, I’m gonna make sure that statement is true.”

Deavon lifts an eyebrow and looks at her confused.

“What do you mean?”

Gothika takes a deep breath and leans forward in her chair and takes Argento’s hand and kisses the back of it gently.

“What I mean is… as of today, I will not be drinking any more of the red until after the pay per view, unless it’s absolutely necessary.  Argento is going to be getting back into the ring soon, and he needs a break.  And I’m feeding too heavily before my matches.  Darknyss is right about one thing… When I’m hungry, I’m more lethal… I’m more intense and focused on taking out my competition so that I can get my fangs into them, and I think that’s gonna be what I’m gonna need for an edge.  I’m going up against four opponents… not just one.  And I’m quite sure that they’re going to try and team up against me to try to win, so I have to have an ace in the hole… And if I’m truly vicious… Then I think that’s going to be my trump card.”

Gothika sips her coffee again and shrugs.

“I have been trying hard to keep my hunger under control because it can be so very unpredictable as to when it will manifest itself.  But I think I can handle it now.  I’ll keep around the donor supplies, and will only have some if it gets to a dangerous level, and then only enough to curb my need, not satiate it.  Now this means that I’ll probably be consuming much more meat than normal, and our grocery budget will take a hit… But I think it’ll work.”

Gothika grins and leans in and kisses Argento softly.

“Besides…  I haven’t gone on a good rampage in a long time…  And the sex Argento and I have after one of my rampages is just… epic!!”

Deavon grimaces and throws his hands up in the air.

“GAH!!!  SEE!!! There you go again!!  I was enjoying this conversation until all of the gross stuff at the end!!!”

Diamond quirks her eyebrow at Deavon and chuckles.

“So, hearing about Gothika drinking blood is ok, but hearing her say she has amazing sex with her man is gross?”

Deavon nods and points his spoon at Diamond.

“Hey… I’m a man of old school values…  Well, sometimes.  Don’t knock my scruples!!”

At that point, Darknyss puts her spatula down and claps her hands.

“Alright!!  No more gross talk!!  Food’s ready!!  Plates are lined up on the counter!  Grab one and enjoy!!”

Darknyss grabs the warm maple syrup and the caramel sauce and moves out of the way to put it on the table as everyone jumps out of their seats and starts trying to push and shove their way towards the food on the counters as the scene fades out.


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 Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 12/20/2013

Place: Las Vegas, Nevada   Venue: Gold Coast Casino

Match: 6-PERSON BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM MATCHUP

Opponent: with Gothika and J.D. Phoenix Vs.  The Foshan Clan Bombshells and Vixen  


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Well now… Since Diamond wasn’t able toseal the deal during her debut match, everyone is wondering what will happen during this upcoming episode of Climax Control, when the Angels of the Fallen have to team with the Kick Ass Bombshell, J.D. Phoenix in a 6-person tag team match against the FoShan Bombshells, Orchid and Song, and one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Vixen! Will history repeat itself, or will the Fallen and J.D. Phoenix be able to work together and be victorious?  Let’s ee what happens…

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All you can see is darkness.  It surrounds everything.  It covers, and stifles the air, hanging oppressively over al you can see…  or not see.  But in the darkness, you can hear the sound of breathing.  The breathing is   rhythmic.  It starts kind of loud at first, until the sound of drums begins.  The drumming is as heavy as the oppressiveness of the darkness.   The beat is in time with the breathing.  Soft and slow at first,  but it begins to pick up speed…  and as the speed builds, so does the sound.

When the drumbeat comes to about the speed of a heartbeat, the chanting begins.  It’s a guttural language, but the chanting matches the rhythm of the drumming.  It starts out with a single voice, but builds and builds until there seems to be a whole crowd of people surrounding you.

{  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…     }

The sound of the chanting increases in volume as the speed increases, and the darkness actually seems to get heavier.  You still can’t see the people who are chanting, but in your heart you can feel them closing in on you.  Circling like sharks on a wounded dolphin, or wolves on a baby doe, waiting for that proper moment to strike and pounce with fangs bared…


{  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…     }

In the darkness, a twin set of eerie green lights seem to glow and move about in the darkness.  It circles around slowly, the only light in the room, but not bright enough to illuminate anything.  The twin lights move in time with the chanting as it builds and crescendos.

{  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…     }

Suddenly, there’s a flare of strange green light as a fire pit in the center of the room is lit, and the flames glow a sickly color.   You can see that we’re in the basement of a building, in  a huge room.  On the floor around the fire pit is a circle, dug into the concrete of the floor with ome kind or gouge, the groove of which is filled with some red substance that you just really don’t want to know just what it truly is.  Around the room, there are men, all in random state of dress.   Some are drumming, others are on their knees, hands raised, and dropping down to the rest their foreheads on the ground as they all continue to chant.  All of their eyes are stark white, as if in a trance or glazed over, and they are moving as if they have no control over their own actions.

In the center of the circle, dancing around the fire pit is the person running the show.  The twin green lights are none other than the eyes of the Sin City Wrestling’s Angel of the Fallen, Diamond.   She’s wearing a white piece of fabric wrapped around her body like a halter top toga, letting it fall to about mid thigh.  She’s barefoot, and her hair is piled up on top of her head, small tendrils of curls falling around her face, framing it.  Her pet snake, Baby is wrapped around her shoulders and body, his tongue flickering in and out in the dense air.  Her body writhes and twists as she dances, leaping through the air, undulating as she dances.  She doesn’t miss a step in her dance as she tosses a handful of crystal dust on the fire and it flares again that sickly green color.   She leans back in an almost impossible back bend and opens her mouth.  Baby slithers up between the swells of her breasts as one of the men outside of the circle uses a long barbecue fork to place a guinea pepper in her mouth.  Their chanting builds and builds as he stands there and chews the pepper, letting it’s heat flood her mouth.   She holds the chewed pepper in her mouth and doesn’t swallow, letting the fires of hell fill her senses.   Baby wraps itself around her neck, and she suddenly stands bolt upright and spits the remains of the pepper onto the fire, and it flares once more as the chanting finally reaches a fever pitch.


{ Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  GUNSTA GRANSTA BRUNSTA FLANSTA UNSTA DANSTA BANSTA DUN!!  DASTOANON!!     }

When the flames die down once more, and you can see, Diamond is standing completely upright, with Baby wrapped around her hips, trailing down her leg as it starts to slither off to the floor.   In front of her rests a white goat.  Or at least that’s what it looks like.  Every now and then, when you look at the goat, it seems to flash to being the form of a bound and gagged young woman who looks surprisingly a lot like Vixen, except for the stray mole on the girl’s face.  Diamond picks up a picture of Vixen, and a picture of Orchid and Song and places them beneath the chest of the goat who paws and tries to bleat, but can’t, as it’s mouth is wrapped in rope.   The goat shies away from Diamond, and as it does, we get that glimpse of the bound woman, shaking her head as her eyes are wide and frightened, and struggles against her bindings, moaning against the tape gagging her, tears streaming down her face.

Diamond lifts a wicked looking dagger with a curved blade, and a green jewel on the pommel.  She lifts it high in the air and leans her head back.

“Oh great loa… I bring you these humble sacrifices of pain and suffering with my pleas… Fill my with your power…   Give me victory over my enemies…   Let them not be able to stand against me and those I care for…  Let us win at Climax Control…  As only you see fit!!”

The chanting starts up once more, and Diamond puts her hand beneath the chin of the white goat.  Again, it’s image flashes back and forth between that of an animal, and the bound form of the woman who looks like Vixen. Diamond leans over and kisses the forehead of the goat and grins wickedly.

“Just like my opponents at Climax Control…  You will be the sacrifice for my ascension into being one of the greatest bombshells in the SCW.  Nothing personal really.  Just…  the way things must be.”

The shot closes in on the dagger as it’s raised high above Diamond’s head, and hangs there…

{ Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  Gunsta gransta brunsta flansta unsta dansta bansta dun…  GUNSTA GRANSTA BRUNSTA FLANSTA UNSTA DANSTA BANSTA DUN!!  DASTOANON!!     }

As the last line of the chanting ends,  the dagger falls, and there’s a single shriek as red is splashed on the pictures resting on the floor.  It keeps flowing until the pictures are completely covered.   A red covered hand picks up the photos and they are dropped into the fire and it flares again, and everything is decended into darkness once more.

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It’s late at night, and Diamond is laying in her bed, sleeping.  She’s not sleeping well, as she’s being wracked in a nightmare.  She’s  trembling under her covers, and she tosses and turns fitfully.

"NON PAPA!!  MAMA!!  DON'T LEAVE ME!!  I'M SORRY!!  I TRIED!!  I TRIED!!."

The cameraman continues to zoom in on Diamond's face, slowly watching the glistening tears drip from her eyes, looking almost crystalline in the glowing moonlight.  As he continues to zoom in on her eyes that are clenched tightly shut, a bright blue flash blankets the scene, and when it finally clears, we see Diamond sitting in the center of what looks like a hall of light blue crystal.  Everywhere you turn, you see Diamond reflected in the glass there.  Every once in a while, the scene in one of the mirrors will flash to somewhere, some time else, and we know that we are in the depths of Diamond's mind.  The look on Diamond's face lets us know that she's being bombarded by emotions. Her face is tear streaked and she's sobbing, the sound of her crying echoing through the hall.  She wipes her eyes and sniffs.



“There are just some memories I don’t want to remember…  But these define me as a person…”

Diamond looks at another one of the walls, and the scene there changes as we watch.  We see a younger version of Diamond dressed in blue and white flannel shorts and a grey ribbed belly shirt, her hair pulled back from her face in a pony tail.  She's screaming in horror as what can only be described as monstrous creatures come through the window of the house she's in and chase her around until she comes to a bedroom where a man and woman who are obviously her mother are fighting off other creatures.  As she pulls out the mojo bag, the man and woman are swarmed over, and all that can be seen are their faces which are contorted in screams of pain.  The young Diamond screams in anger and flings sparkling dust at the creatures, causing pieces of them to melt and steam as they continue to swarm over her parents.  Diamond's mother reaches a blood drenched hand out towards her daughter before even that is covered in the creatures.  Diamond is still continuing to throw the dust around and the creatures that are retreating away from her shriek inhuman cries of terror and flee from the house.  As the creatures are fleeing, Diamond slowly sinks to the floor, still throwing the crystalline dust, screaming in rage.  When the house finally falls quiet, all but for the sobbing of the young Diamond, she finally stops throwing the dust.  She looks over at the puddle of creatures that swarmed over her parents, and sees a double hump where you can see that even through their anguish, her father and mother attempted to reach and protect their daughter.  Diamond looks around at the mess and down at herself with a wild look in her eye.

{  I couldn't save them.  All of that power in me and I froze.  My mind went blank.  }

Diamond's face suddenly goes slack and her eyes turn glassy.  She almost seems to not be breathing as she moves and stands slowly with an almost numb expression on her face.  She then walks into her room, collects a bag of things including her journal and photoalbums, not even a single tear falling from her eyes.  She packs up her cd collection and she can hear people wandering outside wondering what is going on.  She sees a neighbor who used to babysit her come in and hears her scream in horror as she sees the mess in her parents' bedroom, then shudders as she continues packing her rolling bags.  She goes through her mother's jewelry and just tosses the entire jewelry box in her bag, including some of her father's cufflinks.  The neighbor attempts to gain her attention, but Diamond waves her off.  Once she's gotten everything she wants, she goes back to her parents' room and just looks around.  She drags the bags out the big hole in the wall and doesn't even look back as she just tosses a handful of the dust over her shoulder and walks on.  As the dust hits one of the piles of goo that was a creature, it ignites and burns.  Soon the fire spreads and engulfs the entire house.  Diamond sets her jaw and watches the flames from her friend's porch, tears flooding down her face.

{  I made a promisee to myself right then and there not to be put in any situation where I would lose my family again.  I stayed with my friend and her parents until I had to move on to my other grandparents, but it just wasn't the same.  No matter what I have gone through… I have always wanted my parents back…  }

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 Event: SCW's December II Dismember, II     DATE: Sunday, 12/08/2013

Place: Hollywood, California   Venue: Vanguard Grand Nightclub

Match: SCW  BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCHUP

Opponent: Vs. Roxi Johnson

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So, the clock keeps on ticking towards one of the biggest nights of the year…  That’s right!!  It’s almost Christmas time!!!  True, we’ve just had Thanksgiving, but any true Christmas Shopper was out there on Black Friday with the rest of them, fighting and squabbling to get the best prices of the year, preparing for that most magical of days, when Santa comes down the chimney to deliver presents….  And I know what present the SCW’s resident spandex clad super hero is hoping for.  She’s hoping that he’ll help her defeat the current Bombshell Champion, Gothika and claim that title for herself.  But the Vampyric Champion is hell bent on making sure that Roxi’s stocking is stuffed with coal… so she can bash her in the face with it I’m guessing…  And so that she can dash Roxi’s dreams of being the SCW Bombshell Champion once more to as many pieces as there are snowflakes that Santa brushes off of his beard each Christmas Morning.  No matter the reasons why she’s wanting it to happen, you can tell that the battle that is going to take place at the Pay Per View is going to be EPICNESS IN THE FLESH!!  Can Gothika keep her cool and her championship firmly around her waist?  Does Roxi Johnson actually come from a family of South Park’s Crab People like Misty claims she does?  Will Christian Underwood get his wish of a sexy Santa Claus, wrapped in a bow under his Christmas Tree this year?  I know I’m no the only one who’s on the edge of their seat with excitement as I wait to see what’s gonna happen….  Let’s get to the action....


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**********  WARNING!!  **********

The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Champion, Gothika.  They were not intended for the younger viewers of our audience.  They contain content which is extremely graphic in nature.  So graphic, they've even given me nightmares which make me hide under the bed and use a night light if I watch them for too long.  If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until you have something to settle your stomach before continuing.  If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further.  If you do go further, be prepared to wet and soil yourselves.  You have to provide your own diapers and wet wipes.    Parental discretion is advised.

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*** An Except from the Online Blog of Gothika  ***

December 4, 2013

Bonjour Tout le monde,

So, another week passes, another holiday goes by, and I’m wondering, just what it is that you all have been thankful for this Thanksgiving Holiday.  Were you able to enjoy your friends and family? Did you gorge yourselves on turkey and dressing, and cranberry sauce? Did you slice the pumpkin pie and cover it in whipped cream, then sit back and watch football until you all were dropped into a food coma?  Is that what you did this holiday?

If that’s what you did… then good for you.  I’m glad you were able to enjoy your holiday season.  Just like I’m hoping hat Roxi Johnson enjoyed her Thanksgiving.   I know…  you’re all wondering why I would say something like that.  Well, truth be told… I’m not heartless.  I do have blood flowing through my veins being pumped by that muscle that normally has become the symbol for those glorious emotions known as love, compassion and kindness.   And contrary to popular belief… I do feel emotions.  In fact, I feel them extremely keenly.  Which is why I react the way that I do when the things and people that I care about… Those and that which I hold dear… And everything which I cherish is threatened.

You see… it’s not that I don’t like Roxi Johnson.   Well… Let me put that a better way…  It’s not that I don’t think that Roxi and I could eventually be friends…  Hang on… Let me try that again… It’s not that I don’t respect Roxi Johnson…  

Nope… now wait a minute… Let me stop myself right there…  Let me break a few things down for a minute…

In the beginning… when Roxi first stepped onto the scene, I thought to myself…  Now there is someone who is going to set herself up as an icon.  As someone who will stand out from the crowd, and not turn into one of those sycophantic attention whores who do things, and go after titles for the status that is involved with holding them.  I thought she was going to be one of the ones who stood for the integrity of the sport.  And I thought that I would and could respect her…  But let’s face it… She got her hands on the title and she just… changed.

Here I am… standing in the back, cheering her on… Hoping that she would fight the good fight, and I don’t mean all of that truth, justice, and the American Way bullshit…  I mean fight for honor… fight for integrity… fight for respect!!!  And yet, she becomes just another Cookie Cutter Barbie, only wearing a flippin’ mask!!  She turns herself from ‘The Break Out Superhero Bombshell’ into ‘Just Any Old Bombshell in The Back’, and it was like a knife to my sense of sensibility!!  I swear, the mask is just to hide the shame she should be feeling deep within her for turning her back on that which should matter most to her!  The art and sport of wrestling!!!

And finally, it got to the point where I just couldn’t take it anymore…  And I have to admit… the loss of the Bombshell Tag Team Titles was like kismet…  Because it opened up my opportunity… And I took it!!

Yes I called her out.  I called her out because she needed to be called out!  She needed a wake up call in the form of a good, hard slap to the face and a kick to he jaw, which I supplied in abundance!!  And yet… she was surprised that I beat her.  She was surprised that she lost.  She had expected… EXPECTED for me to just roll over… be a push over and an easy win!!  When I’m so very much far from that!!  I am no one’s easy win!!  I am no one’s push over!!  I am no one’s patsy, and I’m NOBODY’S FOOL!!

I saw through you like you were a window pane Roxi.  I SEE THROUGH YOU NOW!!  All of your bravado and your grand standing…  All of your self proclaimed bad ass-ness…  It is all just your way of hiding the truth…  That you fear me.  You fear knowing that you can’t stand against me!!  You fear knowing that you won’t be able to get your hands back on his Championship Title as long as I’m holding it!  You fear the fact that I’ve got your number, and your scent, and I enjoy hunting you down and stalking you in the ring! You fear your destiny, which is to lose against me!  You reek of the fear!  It engulfs you like a sweet scent that calls me to beat you down in order to tenderize you and cause the fear to engulf your essence, and then sink my fangs into you and drink it all down to strengthen me!  

Don’t you see?  You are not a Super hero!!  YOU ARE MY PREY!!  YOU ARE THE SCARED LITTLE RABBIT WHO FREEZES WHEN THE SCENT OF THE PREDATOR GETS CLOSE!!  YOU’RE THE FRIGHTENED LITTLE DOE THAT IS SO TERRIFIED THAT IT CAN’T DRINK WATER AT THE STREAM BECAUSE IT KNOWS THAT THE WOLF IS WAITING JUST IN THE NEARBY BUSHES!!  YOU ARE THE SCARED LITTLE MOUSE, THAT’S SEEN THE CAT BARING DOWN ON IT, AND IT’S POOR LITTLE HEART GIVES OUT!  

Oh Roxi… You seem to enjoy this little dance we do almost as much as I…  I toss you a little bit of bait, you get your little taste of courage back, and again, you fall into the waiting clutches of the hunter.  But I’ve got a purpose and a destiny…  And it goes like this…

Et la bête en moi se lèvera et frapper mes ennemis, laissant derrière lui dans son sillage une traînée de cadavres et un fleuve de sang. Il jettera à perdre ceux qui s'opposent à nous, ouvrant la voie pour le juste de monter aux cieux, et en broyant le immoral dans la poussière sous C'est talon de la chaussure! C'EST SOUS TALON DE LA CHAUSSURE!

{ And  the beast within me shall rise up and smite mine enemies, leaving behind in it's wake a trail of bodies and a river of blood.  It will lay to waste those who stand against us, paving the path for the righteous to ascend to the Heavens, and grinding the immoral into the dust under it's boot heel!  UNDER IT'S BOOT HEEL!! }

DON’T YOU GET IT ROXI?!!  YOU WILL NOT GET THIS CHAMPIONSHIP BACK!!  I WILL PERSONALLY SEE TO IT!!


   JE SUIS VOTRE MONSTRE PRIVÉE ET votre pire cauchemar! JE SUIS CELUI QUI VOUS Sens frissons et tremblement dans la terreur de se cacher sous la couette LA NUIT! Je goûterai votre peur et il va me nourrir et me rendre plus fort! JE SUIS GOTHIKA! CHAMPION DES bombes! ET AU PAY PER VIEW je vous mettrai en déroute ROXI JOHNSON![/size]

{ I AM YOUR OWN PRIVATE MONSTER, AND YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!!   I AM THAT WHICH SENS YOU SHIVERING AND QUAKING IN TERROR TO HIDE UNDER THE COVERS AT NIGHT!!  I WILL TASTE YOUR FEAR AND IT WILL NOURISH ME AND MAKE ME STRONGER!!   I AM GOTHIKA!!  CHAMPION OF THE BOMBSHELLS!!  AND AT THE PAY PER VIEW I WILL DEFEAT YOU ROXI JOHNSON!! }


See you at the Pay Per View everyone…  I know that I for one, am anxious for the day to arrive.   It’ll be almost as much fun as Christmas Morning.


Au Revoir Tout le monde!!


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Time: November 29, 2013…  12:30 PM

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada…  Our Lady of Eminent Peace Mental Hospital...
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All around her was white.  Everything… the walls, the floors, the ceilings… the bed…  The linens…  it was like an endless sea of white, surrounding her and drowning he senses.  They’d even clad her completely in white.  A pair of white pajama bottoms, and tank top, topped with the white straight jacket that they kept her almost constantly confined in.  The only things that changed the blandness of her surroundings was the hair that hung down over her eyes, and her feet at the end of her white pajama bottoms, and those few little splashes of color were not enough.

Behind her eyes, she kept hearing The Other, taunting her…  trying to coax her into the depths of the inside, where it could weave a world for her to escape… But she knew that if she did, then it would take over and leave her stranded deep within herself.  And so…  she put up with the feeling of being consumed by pure white…. All day, every day… just white.

When she couldn’t take the oppressiveness of it any longer, she would sit and count, over and over again, chanting a little rhyme to herself to pass away the time.

“One, two three, four, five, six….   Bash them with rocks and hit them with sticks….   One, two three, four, five, six….   Bash them with rocks and hit them with sticks….”  

Sometimes, when the oppressiveness of the intensity of the white became too much, she would curl up against a wall and bang her head against it until a splash of red would show.  When the red was there, she would sit and stare at it for hours.  She’d look for patterns in the splatter to keep her mind sharp… much like looking for patterns in the clouds.  Sometimes, she’d see a unicorn… Sometimes she’d see a kitty cat.  But lately, The Other was even twisting even the littlest bit of joy she could find, turning it into a gruesome sight.  She’d see maggots in the red, and hear The Other taunting her in her head, telling her that her mind was spoiled and they came from inside of her.  She’d see images of herself, bent and broken, and those that put her here were standing over her, grinning down at he evilly.  When that would happen, she’d shriek and chant over and over to herself.

“NOT REAL!!  NOT REAL!!!  NOT REAL!!  NOT REAL!!”

Sometimes it worked, and the images would go away quickly.  But more often than not now, it wouldn’t work fast enough…  It would disappear only just before her agitated state would bring ‘Them’ in with the syringes that poked and filled her with the mind numbing stuff.  She knew she wasn’t crazy before she got here…  But she also knew deep down that if things didn’t ease up, that by the time she got out, either The Other would have won, or she’d be stark raving mad.


Today, things were different.  Today, The Other was blessedly quiet.  She was curled up on the floor, her knees to her chest, still bound by the straight jacket, and she was able to concentrate on the color of her toes, and sing a little song to herself that she’d sing when she was a child as she tap, tap, tapped her toes and feet on the ground.

“Little Rabbit Foo Foo, hopping through the forest… Scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head.

Little Puppy Boo Boo scampers right after…
Barking at the field mice and slobbering on their head.

Little Kitty Shoo Shoo, skitters right behind him…  
Pouncing on the field mice and chomping them till their dead.”

That’s when ‘They’ came and broke up the endless white…  ‘They’ came into the room, and pulled her to her feet, and she knew better than to struggle.  She just kept singing her song…


“Little Rabbit Foo Foo, hopping through the forest… Scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head.

Little Puppy Boo Boo scampers right after…
Barking at the field mice and slobbering on their head.

Little Kitty Shoo Shoo, skitters right behind him…  
Pouncing on the field mice and chomping them till their dead.”

‘They’ took her to the bathroom where all that was in the room was a large tub filled with hot water, a bar of soap and a wash cloth, and undid the straps of the straight jacket, taking it from her.  She heard ‘Their’ instructions…  to bathe quickly and not to dawdle.  She knew that if she was going to survive this, she would need to comply.

Two of ‘Them’ left the room, leaving only the female ‘Them’ behind to keep an eye on her.  She slowly took off everything as the female ‘Them’ held up a towel so that the males outside couldn’t see what they weren’t supposed to see.  No no no… No flashing… That is a bad thing, and you end up with more time in the endless white, or even worse…  The padded white.

She sunk into the hot water and reveled at the feel of it on her skin… The sensation broke the monotony that had filled her mind and she slipped herself completely under, and came back up to feel renewed and rejuvenated.  She scrubbed herself clean, and when she was done, she took the offered comb and detangled her long hair before she stepped into the long white robe the female ‘Them’ was holding out to her.  She wrung the extra water out of her hair and quickly braided it into a single braid down her back, and let the female ‘Them’ put a hair tie on the end of it before she stepped behind a screen to change into a new colored outfit… This one a light blue.  It broke up the all encompassing white, and she smiled a bit as she started to sing her song again.


“Little Rabbit Foo Foo, hopping through the forest… Scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head.

Little Puppy Boo Boo scampers right after…
Barking at the field mice and slobbering on their head.

Little Kitty Shoo Shoo, skitters right behind him…  
Pouncing on the field mice and chomping them till their dead.”

She kept singing as ‘They’ lead her through the hallways to a new section she hadn’t been to before.  This place had color…  There were windows, and the floor was black and white tiles… like a chess board.  As she walked, she kept her eyes down on the floor, counting the steps she took, praying to herself that she would not be sunk into the endless white for a while.

‘They’ sat her down at a table and placed a deck of cards in front of her, and it was like a transformation took place.   Her hands started to work as if on their own, shuffling and cutting the deck, and dealt a hand of solitaire.  The familiar movement settled her mind, and it was like she could almost think straight again.

She was deeply ensconced in a difficult game of spiderette solitaire, looking for a way to open a space to put her king when a hand reaches out and puts a six-stack on a stack ending in a seven and opens up a space for her.  She looks up and blinks slowly as a familiar voice reaches her addled brain.

“Hello Raynin.  It’s Gothika.”

She smiles at the sight of her friend and jumps up to hug her, but stop with her arms out as one of ‘Them’ moves towards her menacingly.  She stands there with her arms out as Gothika turns and speaks to ‘Them’ sharply.

“It’s ok!!  She’s just happy to see me!  She won’t hurt me, you asshole!!  Now get back to where you were and let me say hi to my friend!!”

Gothika turns back to Raynin and slips her arms around her friend’s waist and hugs her tightly as Raynin hugs her back just as fiercely, finally letting the tears flow from her eyes to dampen Gothika’s shoulder.

“It’s you!!  It’s really you!!  I get so confused sometimes…  I can’ tell what’s real or not anymore!!  It’s ‘Their’ fault!! ‘Theirs’ and The Other’s…  ‘They’ pump me full of these meds, and The Other just won’ leave me alone!!  She keeps rattling around behind my eyeballs, screaming to be let out…  But if I did let her out… Then I know I’d never get out of here!!  And I don’t just mean out of the hospital, I mean out of my mind!!  She’d turn it into a prison!!”

Gothika nods and pats her friend’s back gently and sighs heavily.

“I know Raynin.  I really do know.”

Raynin pulls back from her friend and looks around nervously.

“What day is it?  How long have I been in here?”

Gothika swallows and sits beside her friend, setting a bag down on the table beside her.

“You’ve been in here a couple of weeks.  It’s the day after Thanksgiving.  The December 2 Dismember II Pay Per View is coming up, and I get to defend my Championship against Roxi Johnson.  She called in a rematch clause on me.”

Raynin runs her hand over her face and sighs heavily.

“So long… It’s felt like much longer though.  It felt like I’d been in here for months.”

Gothika nods slowly and shrugs.

“Well, good thing is, they took you to a new hospital, and the Head of the department let me bring you some of the Thanksgiving Dinner that Darknyss made.  Bad thing is, they changed your meds to something stronger.”

Gothika leans in close and whispers to her friend.

“But I’ve got something that will help you with that…”

Raynin shakes her head and swallows heavily.

“I deserve to be here…. I can’t believe I actually attacked you and Lady…  I’m sorry… I really am…”

Gothika shakes her head and unzips the bag she’s brought and opens a Styrofoam plate filled with food.  She leans in again and takes Raynin’s hand in hers.

“Listen… Stop feeling sorry for yourself!  I know it wasn’t you!!”

Raynin pulls her hand away and shakes her head, banging her fist against the side of her temple over and over again, starting to rock slowly.

“But it’s my fault!!  I left you and Lady in the lurch cause I couldn’t’ keep my cool!!”

Gothika reaches out and shakes Raynin’s bicep sharply and growls at her quietly.

“Chill!!  Now!!”

Raynin stops and looks up at her friend.  Gothika places the plate in front of her and sticks a spork in the food quickly.

“Look Raynin…  Lady and I are fine.  Diamond stepped in, so we’re not an Angel down.  She’s also looking into why you suddenly snapped like you did. She doesn’t think it was you!  She thinks someone’s been tampering with you… Like maybe Mama Louvelle has someone in the SCW that’s doing stuff to you.  She’s investigating while she’s here.   She also gave me a little something that should help you to get The Other under control.  I slipped it in your mashed potatoes while the guard wasn’t looking, so make sure you start with those.  Ok?”

Raynin looks like she’s sulking and Gothika slaps her bicep playfully and picks up a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

“Look, don’t make me do the choo choo train noises with you.  Trust me… Trust Lady… Trust Diamond…  Just one spoonful and things should start to look up.  What she came up with should also help keep those meds at bay.”

Raynin nods and takes the spoonful of food and swallows it, almost without tasting it.   Almost instantly, her eyes brightened, and looked more clear.  She takes the spoon from her friend and starts shoveling the food into her mouth.  As she does, Gothika reaches into her bag and pulls out a strange looking doll.  It’s hand stitched, and she goes to hand it to Raynin, and the guard comes over, grabbing Gothika’s hand.  Gothika looks up at him and frowns, growling deep in her throat.

“Take your hand from me.”

The guard drops her hand and says gruffly.

“You aren’t allowed to give the patients anything!”

Raynin sighs heavily and sits back, holding up the hand stitched doll.

“It’s just a doll.  I’ve already cleared I with the head of the Department when he cleared the meal.  He thought that something from home might help bring her back to her senses.  I have a copy of his orders right here.”

She reaches in the bag and pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to the guard who looks it over.  He nods and takes the doll from Gothika’s hand and places it beside Raynin’s plate, then goes back to standing by the door.   Gothika leans back towards her friend and nods towards the doll.

“That’s one of Diamond’s poppets…  She keyed it specifically to you, using some of your hair from one of your brushes.  Keep it with you a all times.  Keep it tucked in your waistband.  It will keep the spell that’s I just put in your food active.  This should help at least until we can get you out of here and get some serious mojo working on you.”

Raynin looks down at the doll and blinks back tears.

“I thought you would have given up on me after I attacked you like that…”

Gothika shakes her head and pats her friend’s hand gently.

“Of course not… You’re my friend…   You’re my sister from another Mister…  You’re an Angel!  And Angels are FOR LIFE!!  Through thick and thin, good and bad…  We will ALWAYS have your back!  There are Angels world wide!!  You are NEVER alone!”

Raynin nods and takes a few more bites of her food before she looks up at her friend and holds her fist out for a bump.

“Rip Roxi a new one for me, ok?”

Gothika bumps her fist with her friend’s and nods slowly.

“Oh you know I will.  I’m not letting this Championship out of my sight for a good long time.”

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 Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 11/24/2013

Place: Hollywood, California   Venue: Vanguard Grand Nightclub

Match: MAIN EVENT:  BOMBSHELL NON-TITLEm TAG TEAM MATCHUP

Opponent: with, Roxi Johnson Vs.  Misty and Vixen  

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I can’t believe it!!  The Angels of the Fallen have lost a key member of their team!  The Rebellious One, Raynin has been taken out of the equation by Mark Ward and Christian Underwood due to attacks perpetrated by The Other upon random people in the company, and it’s left the group a woman down.  With the Fallen an Angel short, how will they cope?  What will happen now that the most Dominant duo has become a One Woman Band?  The Powers That Be have pitted The Vampyric Champion in a match against two women who you know are happy that their biggest completion has been split up.  Gothika is set to see action against the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Misty and Vixen in a Non Title Tag Team Match, and her partner is none other than the person who would love most to see her fail…  The Self Proclaimed Superhero herself, and the woman that Gothika took the Bombshell Championhsip from, Roxi Johnson!!  Will the two women be able to work together to come out with a win? Or has Mark Ward and Christian Underwood just put Gothika in a three on one handicap match?  The plot thickens as the Wrestling World Turns….  Let’s see what happens shal we?....


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The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Newest Bombshell Champion, Gothika.  They were not intended for the younger viewers of our audience.  They contain content which is extremely graphic in nature.  So graphic, they've even given me nightmares which make me hide under the bed and use a night light if I watch them for too long.  If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until you have something to settle your stomach before continuing.  If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further.  If you do go further, be prepared to wet and soil yourselves.  You have to provide your own diapers and wet wipes.    Parental discretion is advised.

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November 18, 2013

Bonjour Tout le monde,

So…  Those that control the Sin City Wrestling have struck a blow that cuts so deep inside of me,…  They’ve taken my partner from me.  They’ve locked her up and tossed away the key.  They’ve come to realize that one of the key strengths of The Fallen is our togetherness.   It’s the fact that we stand as one against our opponents. Unlike most, we don’t care who gets the pinfall, as long as we get the pinfall.  It’s the fact that we win that matters the most to us.  We’ve learned to play off of our strengths to compliment each other… We’ve trained our asses off to get to that point.  Merde!!   Ma sœur, mon partenaire, mon ami a été pris de moi et mes douleurs cardiaques à cause de cela!  { Shit! My sister, my partner, my friend was taken from me and my heart aches because of it! }

However, they’ve made one grave miscalculation.  And that was that they did not take me down along with my partner!!  If the Powers that Be want to bring to a screeching halt the meteoric rise of the Angels of the Fallen… or better yet, the Meteoiric and Destructive descent of the Fallen upon their unsuspecting victims in the Bombshell Division of the Sin City Wrestling, then they should have not just taken out one of us, but ALL of us!!  You see, even if one of us falls, that doesn’t mean that we all hang our heads in despair and rend our clothes and gnash our teeth!!  On the contrary my friends… That means that we knuckle up, and push that much harder!!  That means that we dig down way deep into our cores and we pick up the slack and we keep on going!!  Because it’s not those that strive towards the goal that matters… but the goal itself!!  And that is to put the names of The Fallen on EVERYONE’S LIPS!!  That is to make the names of The Fallen UNFORGETABLE!!  It’s to make the reputation of The Fallen as the most Dominant, the most feared, and the most EPIC group to grace the squared circle in the Cin City Wrestling, and I’ll be DAMNED if I stop pushing towards that goal!!

Regardless of if Raynin is there with me or not, that doesn’t change one very crucial fact.  That fact is that I AM the Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshell Champion!   My skills as a wrestler…  As a SINGLE’S wrestler are second to none!!  I’m the best of the best in this company, and I plan on proving it once again!!  

You see, Darknyss and I learned a very important and crucial thing a long time ago.  Oh yes, we’re no spring chickens, nor are we rookies in the ring.  You see, we learned that when it comes to what you want in the world of Professional Wrestling as well as in life is not always what you get.   We learned that bullshit walks and money talks, and depending on whose ass you kiss or kick, you either get a brown nose or a big pile of crap on your shoes.   Or if you’re lucky and you happen upon the golden goose, you end up with a pile of gold… but either way it goes, you’ve gotta choose what you’re about.   Do you get where you’re going by brown nosing, and schmoozing your way, or by sleeping your way to the top, or do you get there, kicking and screaming, and fighting, and scrapping, digging and clawing your way to the top of the game.  

Well, you all know which option my friends and I took.   We’ve never sunk down to the level of some of these females out there.  We’ve always stood our ground and stood up for what we believed.  We worked our asses off to get where we’re at now, and we’re not gonna stop.  We don’t care who you team us up with.  We know that we’re strongest when we’re teamed with each other, but put us with our worst enemy, and we’ll still go out there and put our butts on the line.  We will give that much more because we know we’re at a handicap, working with someone who only THINKS that they know what we’re about.  But we will still step up.

Misty and Vixen think that I’m at a disadvantage because I’m without my partner.  But the truth of it is, I’m even more dangerous without her.  Why?  Because of how she was taken from me, that’s why.   Oh, you both think that because I’m teaming with someone who can’t stand my guts, and who has it out for me as much as the two of you, that I’ll want to just turn tail and head for the hills.  Au Contraire…  Because of what happened, it makes me just want to fight that much harder.  You may have the numbers on your side, but you’re not even one tenth as pissed off as I am right now!   Roxi Johnson…  All I have to say is, if you think you might slip up in this match, then don’t even step up.  Because I’ll steam roll over you just as hard as I’m planning on doing to Misty and Vixen!  

You see, I’m out to prove that no matter what you do to the Angels of the Fallen, you just won’t be able to keep us down!   You can kicks us, punch us, knock us down on the cold concrete, and it won’t stop us…  Pricks us, make us bleed, break our bones, and destroy our bodies, and we’ll just knit ourselves back together and come back for more!!  You can try to take one of us out of the equation, but it simply won’t matter, cause another will step up to take our place!!  We’re like freakin’ BAY BAY’S KIDS!!  WE DON’T DIE, WE MULTIPLY!!  WE SPAN THE GLOBE, AND BACK AGAIN!!

Some want to know why it is… Well, this might shed some light on the subject…



Le Credo Des Le Fallen  {The Creed of the Fallen}:

Nous réussissons ensemble, nous ne parvenons pas ensemble. Nous montons ensemble, nous mourrons ensemble. Nous nous élevons ensemble, nous volons ensemble. Nous gagnons ensemble, nous dominons ensemble. Mais toujours, nous sommes ensemble. Un cœur, une passion, un même objectif!  Amis pour la vie, les sœurs de la vie, les anges pour la vie!  C'EST la façon des Le Fallen!  

{ We succeed together, we fail together.  We ride together, we die together. We rise together, we fly together.  We win together, we dominate together.  But always, we are together.  One heart, One passion, One Goal!!  Friends for life, Sisters for life, Angels for life!  THAT is the way of The Fallen!! }

WE WON’T STOP COMING!!  NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO TO US, NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY….  YOU WILL NOT STOP US!!!!  

Nor me, Bitches.  

Au Revoir Tout le monde!!


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 Climax Control, 11/10/13


Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 11/10/2013

Place: Reno, Nevada   Venue: Reno Sparks Convention Center

Match: BOMBSHELLS TAG TEAM MATCHUP

Opponent: with, Gothika and Lizzzie “The Prodigy” Short Vs.  Roxi Johnson, Joanne “The Jersey Devil Diva” Canelli, and Emma Rose  


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The Powers that Be in the Sin City Wrestling decided to give the Rebellious Angel a pass.  They had her locked up for all of the attacks that have taken place over the past few weeks.  Our resident Rebel has apparently been randomly attacking stagehands and workers without any of the other Angels finding out.  But they granted a reprieve….  That’s right, Raynin will be in action at Climax Control, as she and her partner, the SCW’s Bombshell Champion, Gothika team with ‘The Prodigy’, Lizzie Short against two women that the Angels have lots of experience defeating, Roxi Johnson and ‘The Jersey Devil Diva’, Joanne Canelli, along with a new cog in the works by the name of Emma Rose.  With Raynin’s mental stability hanging in the balance, will she be able to keep it together long enough for the trio to get a win?  Or has the demon residing within Raynin taken hold enough for her to lose grip on reality all together…  Let’s find out shall we...


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**********  WARNING!!  **********

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 you have something to settle your stomach before continuing.  If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further.    Parental discretion is advised.

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Time:  November 4, 2013, 7:30 PM...  

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada…   Location:  Our Lady of Mercy Hospital for the Clinically Insane…  In Doctor Cliff’s Office…  

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The place was stark white.  All around, all you could see was white.  White floors, white walls, white ceilings…  White doors with chrome handles that reflected the white on white over and over again.  The information desk was white, and even the computers sitting upon that desk was white.  Even the people working behind the desk were wearing white.  It was an attempt at conveying serenity and purity upon those inside.  

The trio of women walked slowly up to the information desk and waited for the nurse behind the desk to realize that hey were there and waiting to be acknowledged.   The nurse was on the phone, chatting in a soft voice with someone on the other end, and paid the trio of women no attention.  When they’d been waiting for longer than expected, one of them cleared their throat to get the nurse’s attention.  The nurse held up a finger, and the trio of women all rolled their eyes, almost in the exact same way at the exact same time.  The nurse finally ended her conversation and hung up the phone to turn her attention to the trio of women standing before her.

They looked nothing alike, and yet, she could tell that they were all of a single mind.  The look on each of their faces was of concern.  She cleared her throat and attempted to smile as comfortingly as possible.

“May I help you?”

The tallest of the trio stepped forward an took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“Yeah, I hope you can.  We are here to see about a patient that was brought here last week.  Her name is Raynin…   A doctor named…  Doctor Cliff called and requested that we come see him.”

The nurse nodded slowly and started typing on the computer.  

“Of course…  I’ll need to have your names so I can see if you’re on the list of approved visitors.  I’ll also need each of you to sign in, and I will need your photo ID’s for confirmation.  Once I have those you will need to each sign a waiver, and I will provide you with locker keys.  You may take nothing in with you…  Apparently except for the camera.  This is strange… We normally don’t allow anything at all…”

The tall woman looks a bit flustered, but she nods slowly.

“Yes, I know it’s strange, but…  you see, we’re with the Sin City Wrestling.  We have to be followed all of the time.  Doctor Cliff was made aware of the situation, and he okayed for our cameraman to come with his camera.”

The nurse nodded slowly, then shrugged.

“Well, I’m not a wrestling fan, so I have no idea what this is all about.”

The tall woman chuckles a bit and speaks again.

“It’s almost like a reality show.  You know… they follow us around and put our life out there for everyone to see.”

The nurse frowns a bit as she starts putting paperwork on white clipboards.

“Doesn’t that get a bit.. tedious?”

The tall woman sighs heavily and nods.

“Extremely.  But it is what it is.  I’ve been doing this for almost fifteen years now, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

The nurse smiles and places the clipboards up on the counter of the information desk and sits back down in front of the computer.

“Well, you enjoy your job.  That’s the important thing.  Now…  I need each of your names so I can print out nametags for you.  You must keep these nametags on at all times.  You will also be outfitted with a visitor’s bracelet.  You will not be ale to get in or out of the facility without the bracelet.”

The tall woman steps up and picks up one of the clipboards and pulls out the attached pen and starts to fill out the paperwork.   The other women pick up their clip boards and step back from the counter.  When she finishes, she hands the woman the clipboard.

“I’m Darknyss.  I know the paperwork says something different…  It’s a wrestling name…  It’s all I can say.”

The second woman steps forward, her skin pale and a hint of fang which makes the nurse gasp a bit.  

“I’m Gothika.  And before you ask, yes I know I’m pale, and yes, you see fangs.  I haven’t eaten this morning cause I’ve been a bit flustered about everything that’s going on, and I’m hungry.  But don’t worry…  I won’t cause trouble.  I want my friend out of here as quickly as I can get her out.”

The third woman steps up to the desk but she looks extremely distracted.  She’s looking around the foyer as if she’s looking for something.  When she sets down her clip board, she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment.  When she opens hereyes, the nurse screams as she notices that the woman’s eyes have changed from an almost golden color to a green so bright, that they appear to glow.  The woman holds out her hand and shushes her.  When she speaks, there’s a hint of a creole accent that’s been worked hard at hiding to her voice.

“Shhhh chere…  Don’t you worry…. I know it’s a shock when you feel something like that…. That evil energy is swirling all around this place…   But, truth be told, I’m surprised that you don’t feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing all of the time. “

The nurse puts a hand to her mouth and gasps again as the woman’s eyes turn back to that golden brown color.

“Your…. Your eyes!!”

The woman smiles sweetly and blinks her eyes slowly.

“Yeah, freaky ain’t they.  Anyways, my name is Diamond.  Now, if everything is ready, let’s go on and get this visit over with.  Which way do we go.”

The nurse puts their badges on the table along with their armbands and locker keys and points to a hallway to her left without saying another word.  The trio of women walk down the hallway and come to a rom filled with lockers of various sizes.  They deposit everything, then lock the lockers, and follow the signs posted on the walls to a far door where a guard is standing.  He takes their keys one at a time and places each person’s armband on their wrist, and scans it with a hand held scanner before letting each person through the door one at a time.  Behind the door is another hallway.  At the end, there’s a set of white bars.  When they get to the bars, another guard scans the armbands, then opens the door to let them all in.  He points down the hallway and nods slowly.

“Doctor Cliff’s office is number one fifteen.  It’s down this hallway, third door on your left.”

The women all head down to the door and from behind it, they can hear the chanting that they’ve become so accustomed to.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!


Darknyss lifts a hand and knocks on the door.  The chanting stops, but only for a moment.  It picks right back up with only skipping the one beat.  The trio step through the doorway as they’re asked to enter.   There, behind the desk sits a man in his fifties, wearing a labcoat.  He stands and extends his hand.

“Hello ladies.  I’m Doctor Heath Cliff.  I’m the resident psychiatrist here.  You three must be Darknyss, Diamond, and Gothika.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.  Please, have a seat”

The three women look over at the seats in front of the desk and each takes a seat.  As one, they all look to their left at the fourth seat that is occupied.   Raynin is sitting there, her wearing a straight jacket, bound and trussed up almost like a turkey.  She’s got he feet up on the chair, her knees to her chest, and she’s rocking slowly as she repeats the chant that has filled her days over and over again.  The doctor takes a deep breath and pulls out a chart, setting it on the desk in front of him before he temples hi hands and starts to speak.

“Well, as I told the CEO of your company…  Raynin here is a deeply troubled girl.  She’s deep in a delusion and it’s not looking as if she will be able to come out of it.  She’s certainly got multiple personality disorder.   But her personality manifests in her delusion as a…  a malevolent spirit.  A… A demon from the very pits of hell.  She believes she’s… well, for lack of a better word, possessed.   And while I’m okaying for her to be released in your custody because of the court order that Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood sent, I am stressing against you all it.   Miss… Raynin is an extremely troubled individual, and unless her delusion is broken,  no one can guess what her reactions will be to stimuli.  Right now, we have her on medications meant to calm her, but they are appearing to have no effect.“

Darknys chuckles and shakes her head slowly.

“Doc, you’re saying that you don’t believe her.  Look, we know about the other Raynin that exists inside of her.  We’ve come to deal with it.  What I was hoping you could do was help HER to deal with it.  Hell, I could have told you that meds wouldn’t work on this because it’s not a chemical disorder that you’re dealing with!”

The doctor picks up a pair of glasses from his desk and an ink pen and starts to write on a pad.

“So, you’re saying that you believe in her delusion?”

Diamond looks at Raynin, then back at the doctor with a look of shock.

“Are you saying that you don’t believe that?  Listen to her doctor.  That voice that’s coming from her… it’s not her own!  If you don’t wake up and face the truth of this situation, and try to help her suppress the Other…   who KNOWS what she’s capable of?!!”

Diamond stands and walks over to Raynin and puts a hand on her head, and closes her eyes for a moment.  Raynin freezes like an electric shock has gone through her as soon as Diamond touches her head.  Diamond’s eyes flash open, and go that glowing green color, this time, it’s bright, like a couple of Christmas lights are in her eyes.  The doctor jumps in shock and screams.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?  WHAT ARE YOU?  HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

Darknyss leans forward and brings a hand down on the doctor’s desk sharply to bring his attention back toher.

“Hush up now Doctor.  Diamond is… for lack of a better word, she’s a VooDoo Priestess.  She can do things that you can’t.  She can see things… She can tap into forces that you can’t even imagine.  She’s tried to help Raynin get a handle on this thing that’s got it’s hooks in her in the past, but has only been able to suppress it, not get rid of it.  Now, why don’t you just sit ack, relax, and let Diamond see what she can find out.”

Diamond’s body starts to tremble visably as she concentrates on what is happening within her friend’s head.  As she is standing there, Raynin slowly turns her head and a sibilant laughter starts to emanate from her throat.   She starts to chant again as she stares at Diamond.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!


Diamond’s trembling starts to get more intense, and her body almost begins to look like it’s convulsing as Raynin’s chanting gets more and more loud.  The color of Diamond’s eyes brightens until you can see what looks like green spotlights on the wall opposite her, and her whole body is shaking like it’s lit up with electricity.   The sibilant laughter starts again, as Raynin chants faster and faster.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!


A single drip of blood starts to flow from Diamond’s nose and her eyes widen even more as you can tell she’s trying to hold onto whatever she’s doing.  She slowly turns her face towards Raynin and struggles to speak.

“Yu… yu…. You ca… can…. Cannot ha… ha… have her!!!”

The sibilant laughter comes bubbling out of Raynin’s throat again, and even as the laughter rumbles out of her, the chanting doesn’t stop.  It’s like there are two voices coming from her throat.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!



”Do you truly think that you can stop me you bitch of a witch?  You have no idea who I am!  I am the beast from the pit!!  I am the thing which everyone fears!!  I am going to have this bitch, and when I’m done with her, I will continue on with the world!!”
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Diamond struggles to speak as she continues to fight the thing that’s within her friend.

“Bu…. Bu… But I… I know that you wa… wan… want to get back into the ring so th… that you ca… can try to get another bu.. bu.. belt.  I know that’s wha… what you want…  If sh… sh… she’s locked up, you can’t do that.  Ya… Ya… You have to let go of her so she can get back into the ring.”

The chanting picks up in volume and speed, and an evil smile spreads across Raynin’s face.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!



”You make a valid point witch.  I will let the meat go for now…  Just for now… so that she can get my precious back around my waist.  But you have not seen the last of me.  I am always just behind her eyes.”
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The chanting picks up speed until Raynin’s lips look almost like they’re not moving at all.  It goes up to a high pitch, and gets so loud, that everyone but Diamond has to put their ands over their ears.


'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock...  and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock...  All time hasssss gone away….

Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock…  for what you cannot know…  
Tick… Tock…  goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow…


Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...

Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock...  and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick...  tock... and all too ssssssoon...  your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely…  DIE!


Suddenly, Raynin slumps to the side, and Diamond collapses to a heap on the floor.  Darknyss grabs some tisues from the doctor’s desk and he looks at the trio of women in shock.  He suddenly jumps up and points at Ranin.

“You keep her away from me!!!  She’s yours!!  The paperwork is already filled ou!!  Get that… that…. Whatever she is the hell out of my hospital!!”

The doctor backs up to the wall and Gothika chuckles, arinning wickedly to him.  She quirks her eyebrow at him and shaeks her head.

“Welcome to the world of The Fallen…  Monsters Elite.”

She lets her fangs drop quickly an hisses at the doctor, and he shrieka, and faints to the ground as the scene faces out.

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 Event: SCW's High Stakes III     DATE: Sunday, 10/13/2013

Place: St. Trinidad   Venue: Turtle Rock Beach

Match: BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE  MATCH UP

Opponent: Roxi Johnson  

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As the Pay Per  View approaches, everyone is on pins and needles as they await the outcome of some of the most explosive, life changing, and ground breaking matches that the Sin City Wrestling could have made.  With so much on the line, the Vampyric One, Gothika will be stepping into the center of the ring to stand off against the self proclaimed Super Hero, Roxi Johnson.  With so much leather and spandex flying around in the ring, it's sure to be one awesome match.  As long as the Vampyric Angel can keep her mind on the prize, she could end up walking out of High Stakes III  with something she's been coveting since she walked into the doors of the company…  the SCW's Bombshell Championship Title.  Will she finally be able to grab a hold to what has become the ultimate prize for her?  Or will she let it slip through her fingers?   Everyoen's on the edge of their seats, anxious to see what's going to happen.   Let's find out just what will take place, shall we?...


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Time: October 1, 2013…  10:30 PM

Place:  On the Open Seas…  Aboard the Royal Monarch Cruise liner…  The Fallen's Suite…  In Gothika's Room...
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It as one of those nights that are rare and special.  A night that was made for lovers and the things that they do.  Romance was in the air, and it made the hairs on your arms stand on end and the goosebumps to travel all along your flesh.  And being out on the open sea just made things that much more romantic.  You could feel the ions on the soft and salty ocean breeze as they are charged, and they tingle as they dance along your skin like mini lightning storms.  

The moon was climbing up in the star filled sky, looking like a huge ball of light resting on a cloth of deep dark velvet, speckled with rhinestones.  It was one of those nights that proposals were made, indecent proposals were accepted, babies were conceived, and restaurants made lots of money selling lobsters, chocolate covered strawberries, and champagne.  It was a night for roses and bubble baths, and diamond rings to be exchanged…  And for the Vampyric Angel, it was a night she would never forget.

She was walking through the halls of the ship as she headed towards her suite after a rather intense work out.  She'd ended up having a rather good day.  She'd gotten her body prepared for her upcoming match against Roxi Johnson, and now she was ready to relax, relieve some tension, and slip between the covers so she could wake up the next day and do everything lee she needed to do to prepare.  She was tired.  Her muscles were sore, and she was starving as she'd ended up working right through dinner.  But she knew that she'd have to wait on everything.  Argento was coming over, and they were supposed to be having dinner, so her relaxation was going to have to wait.  

Sometimes she wondered if he actually knew everything that was flittering around in her mind about him.  She'd been through hell with all of these crazy accusations that have been going around about her and him because of his little sister, Lilly.  He'd been through just as much hell, if not more.  He'd been subjected to tests, drugged, kidnapped, forced to go to see shrink after shrink, after shrink… all because he told everyone that he loved her, and let her take what she needed from him…

At just the thought of the red stuff that she got from him, Gothika's fangs ripped through her upper gums like a bullet being shot, and that familiar taste flooded her mouth, making her salivate.  She'd not been this completely smitten with someone's flavor before.  And it helped that he was gorgeous…  and sweet… and…  She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and she put a hand up to her mouth, looking shocked.

"Holy shit!!  I'm falling for him!!  What the hell?!!  When did this happen?"

She looks around and shakes her head as she keeps heading towards her rooms.

"I can't believe it!!  I had promised myself that I would try to keep myself from doing this… But…  fuck me running'!!  He's gotten to me!!"

She makes it to her room and shakes he head once more slowly as she puts the key into the lock and opens her door slowly and hears…

"Surprise…"

She looks up and blinks slowly as she takes in the room.  It had been decked out in candles everywhere.  There was champagne and rose petals decorated the floor and were strewn across the bed.  The sheets had been changed to these black and red satin sheets that caught the light of the candles in soft reflections.  There, stretched out catlike across the bed was Argento.  He was wearing a black kimono style short robe, and she could tell that there was little else underneath it and she couldn't' help but to put a hand up over her mouth to cover the fact that she'd suddenly started to drool hungrily.  He sat up and smiled at her, blushing darkly.  He let the top of his robe fall open slightly, revealing a flash of his bare chest as he looks at her eagerly.

"I didn't know if you had forgotten that I'd made plans for us… But… I just thought…  Well..  I drew you a bath so you could have a nice long soak and I could wash your hair and your back… Or not, and just watch if you'd prefer… I know we haven't…  well… not yet, and…  see… I got us dinner!  I have chocolate covered strawberries, and we have champagne and caviar and lobster and filet mignon…  And… well…  Wow… even when you've spent the whole day  working out, I still can't believe how amazingly sexy you are…"

He stands up and walks over to Gothika, sliding a hand up her arm slowly, and leans in, kissing her softly on the lips.  As he kisses her, she can feel his lips pressed against her fangs and she literally growls softly as he slips his tongue between her lips gently, sliding it gently against her fangs.  She felt her the tip of her fangs scrape gently along his tongue, and she could taste as well as smell the scent of the red that bubbled up along the center of his tastebuds, and she couldn't help but pull back reflexively, as she felt him trying to move closer against her.  She moved her head away and pulled out of his arms, shaking her head slowly.

"No… Michael, no…  I… I can't… not right now…  I… I just… I can't!!"

She starts to try and move away, but he grabs her biceps and pushes his lips back against hers, slipping his tongue between her lips again and not letting her push him away.  She finally succumbs to his affections and slips her arms around his waist and starts to suck roughly at his tongue, moaning at the sweet, salty taste of him as he fills her senses.  She can feel herself falling into the taste of him… She could hear his heartbeat as it became that drumbeat that pushed her deeper into the hunger that was beginning to consume her once again.  She didn't see him anymore…  Not his face…  not his sexy body… not his skin… All he became was a mass of veins and a pulsating heart pushing that fluid that called her, trying to drag her deeper and deeper into the rhythm of her hunger.  She fought against it…  She had to, because if she didn't, she knew she'd be lost to it all and she didn't know what would happen after that…

She pushed him away and shook her head quickly.

"No Michael!!  Don't you see?!  I'm dangerous!!  Don't you get it?  You look at me and you see some wild animal that you think you can turn into a house pet!  But I'm not!!  I'm a monster!!  I'm the beast in sheep's clothing, just waiting to pounce you and rend you to pieces!!  You see me like my opponents see me… like all I''m doing is just talking a lot of bullshit, trying to scare them…  Until they actually step into the ring against me, and they realize that I am the thing that their parents warned them about late at night.  I'm the monster which haunts their dreams… And after facing me in the ring, I become the thing which wakes them in the middle of the night, screaming for help!  I AM A MONSTER!!!  You can't turn a hoe into a housewife, and you can't turn a vampire into just your girlfriend!!  Don't you get it?  It's like when you kiss me… Yes, I love it, but I can't help but see you as food!!!  When I step into the ring, my opponents look to me like a steak looks like to a tiger!!  I want to beat them to a pulp to tenderize them, sprinkle a little salt on them, and then munch away!!  And as much as Roxi Johnson tries to prepare herself for what I just might do at High Stakes III, I'm going to do the same to her!"

Argento walks over to her and even though she tries not to let him, he slides his hand down her forearm and takes her hand gently in his and lifts her knuckles to his lips, kissing each one gently.  He shakes his head slowly and takes a deep breath.

"Gothika…  I'm not so much of a fool as you think I am.  I'm completely aware of what you are…  And I keep telling you that I accept it.  I know that I'm meant to be food for you.  And I'm accepting of that…  I just want you to think of me as more than just food."

Gothika swallows and closes her eyes and lets her breath out in a shudder.  She stammers out to him…  

"I… I do think of you that way Michael…  I… I…  I luuhh…  I luhhh…"

She squeezes her eyes shut tightly and just blurts out what she's been trying not to say…

"I LOVE YOU MICHAEL!!"

His eyes go wide and he gasps, and she suddenly grabs him and kisses him deeply, her mouth claiming his as she whispers against his lips over and over again…

"I love you… I do… I truly do love you… I tried not to let it happen, but I… I couldn't stop myself… I do.. I love you Michael…"

As she kisses him, she starts to push him towards the bathroom.  When she has her back to the camera, she pulls her camisole off over her head, exposing her bare back to the camera and pushes Michael through the bathroom door and poses as he looks her up and down slowly.  He whispers out breathlessly…

"Have mercy!!!"

Gothika chuckles evilly and shakes her head.

"Oh no… no mercy for you… just like there will be no mercy for Roxi at High Stakes…  You said you wanted to be mine… completely…  well, you're about to experience just what it means to be mine.. Just as Roxi is about to experience what happens when I don't hold back.  You and she will experience every bit of the monster that I can be…  But… Unlike you… Roxi won't enjoy what I'm going to do to her…  Now…  Go get that loofah…"

Argento nods and picks up the loofah scrub brush as Gothika steps into the bathroom with her hand on the door.  She shakes her hair out and runs her fingers through it and growls softly.

"Get ready…  Cause I'm comin' for you…"

Argento squeaks a bit and trembles.

"Mommy!!!"

Gothika slams the bathroom door shut on the cameraman.  We hear a loud splash and some laughter, then loud moans as the scene fades.

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Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 09/15/2013

Place: Tortola   Venue: Cane Garden Bay

Match: Mixed Tag Team Matchup

Opponent: With Goth vs Roxi Johnson and Simon Jones  



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On Climax Control two weeks ago, The Fallen's own Vampyric Angel, Gothika put on a clinic when she went up against the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Champion and self proclaimed superhero, Roxi Johnson.  She straight up put a hurting on this chick for real!!   This week, she's been given another chance to take on the Bombshell Champion, but this time in a Mixed Tag Team Matchup.  And her partner will be none other than the SCW's Heavyweight Champion himself, Goth!  Whoa…  Coink-i-dinkle or what??!!  These two will go up against the team of the Bombshell Champion, and the number one contender for the SCW's Heavyweight Championship, Simon Jones.  An interesting match up to say the least.  Will the team with the name that screams alliteration be able to take on one of the most prominent figures in the SCW…  And Roxi Johnson and be able to walk away with another victory under their belts?… Or will it be proven that what happened with Gothika against Roxi Johnson just a few short weeks ago was a fluke as others claim it to believe?…  In the end… only what happens on Climax Control will be the deciding factor… Let's see what unfolds shall we...


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The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's most enigmatic and dominant tag teams…  Not just Bombshell tag teams, but tag teams in general, The Fallen.  They were not intended for the younger viewers of our audience.  They contain content which is extremely graphic in nature.  So graphic, they've even given me nightmares which make me hide under the bed and use a night light if I watch them for too long.  If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until you have something to settle your stomach before continuing.  If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further.  If you do go further, be prepared to wet and soil yourselves.  You have to provide your own diapers and wet wipes.    Parental discretion is advised.

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Time: September 10, 2013…  11:30 AM…  Just after Summer XXXTreme...

Place:  On the Open Seas…  Aboard the Royal Monarch Cruise liner…  In The Kitchen…  In the walk-in meat locker...
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The Superstars and Bombshells of the Sin City Wrestling have been working hard on this tour.  But as hard as it's been, it's been very rewarding and beneficial.  It's been an impromptu vacation for those who didn't have to compete, but still had to travel with the others.  For others, it's been a way to reach out to the fans of other countries…  Learn more about the various cultures… grab ahold to some great souvenirs, and lots of wicked cool gifts to send to friends and family members, as well as to keep for themselves.  And for others still, it's been a way for them to catch on some awesome rays of sunshine, or catch a few waves on their surf boards.

But for a few Bombshells and Superstars, it's about more than just traveling, and gifts, and getting a tan and spending time on a surfboard.  For a few of these wrestlers, their lives are changing… moment to moment throughout this tour…  they are not the same as they were the moment before…  They are evolving… molting… reshaping themselves into something new… something more… something different…

For one Bombshell in particular, this statement could not be more true.  Because as the days progress, she's becoming something she never thought she'd ever become…  And she's starting to realize just how much she's coming to like what it is she's becoming…  A monster…  

The freezer is one of those huge industrial sized ones… It looks big enough to hold enough meat to last the entire ship at least a month without having to stop for supplies.  But today, a portion of it has been emptied in a big circle to make room for what's about to happen today.  forming the circle are huge slabs of frozen meat of all various types… There are sides of beef, full pigs, even full lambs… All skinned and prepared, and missing their heads and vital organs…  It's a scene of carnage straight out of a butcher's paradise.  Against the walls behind the slabs of meat are metal shelves filled with various frozen cuts of meat as well.  This was the meat locker… dedicated to nothing more than the food that most men and a lot of women tend to want more than anything else these days… meat, meat and more meat.  

Against the far wall, in front of a large group of shelves which contain only huge rolls of paper, twine, and plastic sits a huge butcher block table.  It's been bolted down to the floor of course to make sure that no matter how hard the boat swayed, that table would not move.  And to make sure that none of the expensive meats inadvertently spill over onto the floor of the freezer, it's got a high lip on either side made of stainless steel.  This lip also acts as a blood barrier…  The table is slanted slightly to one side, which allows for the blood to pool all to one corner, and out a small plastic tube that gets attached to the corner, and down to a bucket, which right now, is about half full.  There's a large rack hanging from the high ceiling, looking like a chandelier out of your worst nightmare due to the bright lights strung around the inside of the rack to light what happens down on the table.  A magnetic strip circles the rack, and attached to it are various implements of butchery… Some of which look more like medieval torture devices rather than something used to carve out a ribeye, or get that perfect filet of salmon that most drool over when they sit down for dinner.

It was in front of this large table that looks like an altar to some blood god that they had decided to have this little… impromptu meeting.  They were already set up… a circle of chairs set about ten feet away from the butcher block table.  So close that you can still smell the scent of the last offering made up to the gods of the buffet tables.  The scent of beef blood is still so strong, that the man pulls out a spray can of air freshener and is about to spray it in the air when the butcher, who is bringing in a set of fresh cuts grabs his hand and roars at him.

"HEY MAN!!!  You can't do that!!  This ain't some office you can just do what you want in!!  This is all of the food we have to prepare!  Do you really want to contaminate what you're going to be eating with this poison?  Spray this in here, and you're ruining almost a half million dollars worth of meat!  Do YOU have enough to pay for that?"

The man huffs arrogantly and lifts his chin and looks at the butcher with a raises eyebrow and pulls his arm away from the man roughly.

"For your information, I do make enough to be able to deal with ruining a half million dollars of anything that I want!!  I don't care if I do ruin all of this…  filth!  This place stinks!"

The butcher gets up in the man's face and frowns deeply.

"You'll care when you can't get your filet mignon tonight!  Where do you think it comes from?  You think the beef fairies just come down and magically put it on the grill for you to eat?  No!!  It starts right here, in this very room!  And it's SUPPOSED to stink!!  It's a fuckin' meat locker you asshole!!"

The butcher grabs at the can of air freshener, which the other man tries to keep from him.  When the butcher grabs his arm again, the man gets huffy again.

"Do you have any idea who I am?"

The butcher rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"No I don't man, and now ask me if I give a flying fuck.  You could be the President of the fuckin' United States!  It would not matter two shakes of a fleas ass on a rat's tail!  I'd tell Barrack Obama the same damned thing!!  You don't spray chemicals around open food like that!!"

The butcher finally grabs the can of air freshener from the other man and pushes him back down into the chair where he'd been siting, and the man looks up shocked and indignant.

"HOW DARE YOU!!  I am Dr. Vingian!!  I could have you fired!!…  Arrested!!…"

The butcher puts the bottle of air freshener in his pocket and starts laying out the fresh cuts of meat out on the table and rolls his eyes as he does.

"Hey, like I said… I don't give a fuck about who you are…  You don't mess with the food I work with!"

The doctor looks around and shakes his head slowly.

"I don't see any food!  All I see are carcasses!!"

The butcher chuckles and nods slowly.  He pulls out a pair of gloves and a big cleaver.

"Exactly!  These carcasses are what eventually become your hamburgers, and your steaks, and your pork chops, and your legs of lamb…  This is what it all looks like before the chefs get their hands on it.  It all just starts out as meat!"

He brings the cleaver down sharply with a loud thud, making it stand up straight in a large side of beef he's got laid on the table.  Just as the cleaver falls, a familiar face is dragged into the room, kicking and struggling by three huge men dressed as orderlies.  It's Argento.  He's wrapped up tightly in a straight jacket, and is struggling against his bindings and cussing up a storm.

"This is not right!!  I have freakin' rights here!!  I'm going to call a lawyer on you all!!  This shit is wrong on so many fuckin' levels!!  Why can't you all just leave me the fuck alone?!!  Let go of me!!!"

The doctor picks up a notepad and straightens his tie as he watches Argento get manhandled into the chair and is finally just left there.  Argento takes a deep breath for a moment, then jumps up and headbutts one of the men in the gut, sending him flying into a nearby side of meat and knocking him out.  As he does, the butcher yells.

"Hey!!  Quit your playin' around my meat!!  I've gotta cut that for dinner tomorrow!!"

Argento looks around and is about to head through an opening between a whole pig and what looks like a half of a goat, when he's grabbed on either side by the other two orderlies and is manhandled back to his seat where he keeps struggling.  The doctor scribbles a few things in his notepad, then sighs heavily, seemingly bored with the entire exchange and he speaks loudly to Argento.

"Mr. Argento… Michael… I must tell you that If you keep these antics, I'll have to restrain you in the same manner in which we had to restrain your… um… let's just call her your lady friend."

The doctor points over Argento's shoulder, and we can see a large handcart being wheeled into the room, backwards.  As the cart is turned around, we see that Gothika has been bound in a straight jacket, which has been attached to the hand cart, holding her in place.  A leather and metal mask has been placed on her face, making her essentially look like Hannibal Lecter…  only much better looking, especially due to the tight leather pants that encase her lower body.  Her hair has been pulled back in a high ponytail, and it's hanging down around her shoulders in long waves.  But it's her eyes that are the most dramatic in this getup.  They're almost glowing a bright blue, ringed in blood red fire as she glares at the doctor who is sitting in front of her.   A low growl rumbles up her throat as she looks over and sees Argento is bound in a straight jacket as well. She slowly turns her eyes back to the doctor who's got his head down and is scribbling in his notebook quickly.  Agento takes one look at Gothika and tries to launch himself at the doctor, but the orderlies grab him and slam him back down into the chair roughly.  Argento looks up at the too orderlies and chuckles softly to himself and shakes his head.

"Be happy that I'm in this straight jacket…  or I'd have ripped your heads from your shoulders."

The doctor's eyebrows go up and he looks up at Argento with a curious look on his face.

"Threats of bodily violence…  how interesting…  I'm starting to get a real insight into you as a person Michael…"

Gothika laughs evilly, throwing her head back.  The mask she's wearing distorts the sound of her voice a bit, making it sound more… gravelly.  The doctor turns his head towards Gothika and takes a deep breath before he speaks.

"You know Michael, your… friend here is a most curious specimen if I've ever seen one.  A truly delusional case here…  She actually believes that she's a vampire.  Oh, it's not just some fantasy she's wrapped around herself… She actually believes she's a vampire to the point that she's caused physical manifestations of her delusion within her physiology."

Gothika laughs again and looks right at the doctor with an evil smile.

"The lambs are screaming again Clarise.  Do you hear them?"

The doctor stands and walks over to Argento and pats his shoulder gently.

"You my dear boy… You've been drawn into her delusion…  I've seen the scars on your throat…  You've actually allowed this woman to bite you… repeatedly…  how many times, I'm not sure so far… but you've actually allowed her to drink your blood.  And that's why we're here.  I want to know why."

Argento chuckles and shakes his head.

"I do it because I love her you whack job.  And I really don't need to be here!  I'm quite sane!!  It's YOU and your psycho-analytical cohorts who are too blinded to see the truth when it's staring you right in the face!"

The doctor reaches up and takes off his glasses, then reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a handkerchief and starts to clean his glasses slowly as he starts to pace back and forth in front of the couple.

"You call me delusional and blind, but it's you who's allowing someone to literally use you for a walking thermos.  And for what?  For love?  Love is just a chemical reaction of the body, used to intensify emotions.  And you believe that gives what you and she do some kind of merit?  If you keep saying things like that boy, I'll come to think you're as delusional as your friend here."

Gothika growls again and the doctor turns his attention to her.

"Do you know why I've had you brought here my dear Gothika?"

Gothika smirks behind the mask and lifts an eyebrow.

"Because you secretly want to donate to my cause?  You want me to eat your liver with a side of fava beans and a nice Chianti…  Or maybe you want to be the nice Chianti…  I'd put you as a what…  nineteen-sixty seven…"

She inhales deeply and exhales slowly.

"Mmmm, from the scent of you…  your sweat is high even though you're locked in a meat locker…  You're nervous… Your adrenaline is running high… I'd say simply from your scent you're an A negative…  am I right?"

The doctor looks up at her shocked and his chin is on the ground.

"How… how did you know?"

Gothika throws her head back and chuckles.

"Because I'm a vampire, Doctor…  I can scent my prey for a few hundred yards… And right now, you smell like prey.  I haven't had that scent hit me so strongly in a couple of weeks now… Not since I was last in the ring with Roxi Johnson.  Mmmm… now that is one truly sweet treat there… I'm anxious to get in the ring with her at Climax Control again in a few days so I can sink my fangs into her again and take another taste before I drive my fist into her face and send her down to the mat hard."

The doctor swallows audibly and shakes his head before he comes over to stand in front of her, looking up into her eyes.

"You just did that to frighten me…  There's no way you could have known my blood type by my scent…"

Gothika chuckles and shakes her head slowly.  

"Ok doctor… keep believing that if it helps you sleep at night.  Oh, which reminds me…  What's your room number Doctor?"

The doctor opens his mouth to speak, then closes it quickly and frowns, looking up at Gothika curiously.

"And just why is it that you want to know my room number?"

Gothika grins, and even through the metal slits of the mask she's wearing, you can see that her fangs have elongated.

"Mmmm, because I want to show you exactly what I am.  Since you don't believe your eyes, your ears, your instincts… Not even the warnings of your predecessors…  You know you're the fourth doctor that Argento and I have had since this whole…  psychiatrist debacle has begun."

The doctor taps her arm with his ink pen gently and smirks confidently.

"Au contraire my friend…  I actually paid very close attention to the tapes that I got of your previous sessions with my predecessors.  Which is why I have you and your friend here bound in the manner that you are."

Gothika growls and snaps her teeth at the doctor so loudly that he jumps back and squeals a bit.  She chuckles and shakes her head slowly.

"No my dear doctor… You did not pay very close attention to your predecessors.  What did your predecessors say about me?"

The doctor flips through his notepad to some previous notes and starts to read from them.

"Well, it reads that you're not a fake.  It reads that you are indeed a vampire.  They tried every test that why could on you, physical tests, blood tests, Rorshach tests… They even ran IQ tests which you tested off the charts on…  All of the tests they ran…  I have folders and folders full of tests...  and all of the tests came back inconclusive…  And each of the past doctors you have attacked and bitten… Which is why you're in a straight jacket and a mask, and Mr. Argento is bound in a straight jacket so he cannot release you and let you attack me too."

Gothika throws her head back and laughs evilly and lifts an eyebrow as she looks at the doctor.

"And do you think that restraints will keep you safe?  Do you truly believe that doctor?  Do you think that anything truly could stop me from getting my hands on you if I truly wanted to?"

The doctor opens his mouth to speak and closes it as he starts to think for a moment, then opens them to speak again.

"I think that they will keep me relatively safe.  And if not, there are the orderlies to protect me."

Gothika growls softly and lets the low rumble morph into a chuckle.

"Oh doctor… Doctor, doctor, doctor… It is not ME who is deluded… it's you!  It's you and every other Bombshell and Superstar out there that has ever underestimated me and my abilities…  Take my future opponent this week… Roxi Johnson… she thinks of herself as a superhero who has super powers… She runs around in a costume and talks to imaginary friends that she says are superheros too… but only she can see and hear them.  And yet, I'm the one who's in a straight jacket because I've accepted the monster that is within me… The monster that I've become.  Roxi fears me… she fears what I am capable of… and truth be told, so am I.  I'll be honest of it…  What I am capable of doing scares me shitless sometimes.  Because the sheer depths of depravity to which I have the ability to go to is bottomless.  I am perfectly ready, willing and able… AND capable enough to put my opponents through such levels of agony that it would send most running to the hills…  Why do you think that my friend, Raynin and I were Tag Team Champions for so long?  Most of the Bombshells are literally afraid to step into the ring against us… and for very good reason.  We don't care if we put our opponents into the hospital… We don't care if we wind up in the hospital right along side of them… As long as we get the win.  We don't care if there is so much blood in the ring, that it looks like the canvas is red instead of white.  We've run the gambit of matches…  all kinds of matches…  And win, lose, or draw…  We still came out as victors because of what we did in that ring.  We stepped up.  We always step up and we give it our all in each and every match that we have."

The doctor looks up at Gothika and his eyes catch hers and he gasps as he sees the color of them changing and moving like molten fire.  She smirks as she keeps looking down at him.

"And this week, I feel that I'm luckier than most… Lucky because I get to team with the SCW Heavyweight Champion.  Lucky because even though my tag team partner is my best friend and knows me almost as well as any person who is not me can know me, if I have to team with anyone, I feel that I deserve for it to be the Heavyweight Champion.  Besides which.. I've seen him in the ring… He's as hellbent on carnage and destruction of an opponent as I am.  I have no worries about being Dominant in the ring if I'm in a Mixed Tag Team match if he's my partner.”


As Gothika is talking, she's wiggling her shoulder's and we hear a loud pop, which knocks the doctor out of his reverie for a moment.  She clears his throat and shakes his head slowly as he flips through his notes again.

"So you feel that your enjoyment of hurting people is a good thing?"

Gothika smirks and chuckles which causes the doctor to look up at her again.  The shot zooms in on her eyes slowly as she talks.

"Oh yes… yes I do doctor.  You see, I'm a wrestler… Being good at hurting people is what I do.  And I've become very… very good at hurting people.  If anything, Simon Jones should be thanking his lucky stars that it's not an Intergender match.  Because as much competition as I have with the bombshells, I do miss taking on the males.  You see, the one thing that has stopped me from wanting to take out Mr. Jones and a few of the other males in this company is the fact that the Powers that Be feel that men and women shouldn't fight each other.  It's got to do with the whole… woman beating thing.  But I've always viewed it as if a woman feels she's good enough to step up into the men's division..  Good enough, strong enough, capable enough… she shouldn't be viewed as a woman at that point, but instead as a competitor.  And I am a competitor.  I am my opponent's worst nightmare all wrapped up in a pretty package that smells damned good when I step into the ring.  And I can go toe to toe with any man that gets in my way… So if Simon thinks that he'll be safe from my wrath if he just hangs back, and keep tagging in Roxi…  he'll find out what it means to tangle with a vampire soon enough.  Besides… I've been curious to see what he taste like…"

We hear another pop and the sound of buckles coming undone, then dropping to the floor.   The shot pulls out and we see that Gothika has escaped her bonds and is approaching the doctor quickly.  The Orderlies try to stop her, but a couple of well placed side kicks drop them like hot rocks.  The doctor scrambles backward, shrieking in fear and sounding like a scared rat.  Gothika chuckles and whispers in his ear.

"The lambs are screaming again Clarise… And I enjoy that sound…"

The shot zooms in on her open mouth as her fangs sink into his flesh and the sight of red spelling down his neck fills the screen along with the sounds of his scrams of terror as the scene fades out.


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