Climax Control, 8/01/13

Event: SCW's Climax Control     DATE: Sunday, 09/1/2013

Place: Aruba   Venue: Hadicurari Beach

Match: Non-Title Bombshell Match

Opponent: vs Roxi Johnson  



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Summer XXXTreme was a DISASTER for the Angels of the Fallen!!  They were robbed of their titles by the negligence of the referee, Drew Patton!  Could it be that before the match, Drew was 'coerced' by the Queen of the Damned?  It certainly seemed the case, as he allowed flagrant cheating to go on, right under his nose.  But it's of no importance to the Angels of the Fallen… As they are not ones to harp on the misconduct of others… They've decided it's time to set their sights on bigger and better fish…  They've proven the point of the disgraceful goings on within the management of the company… And have come to a few decisions…  What have they decided?  Only time will reveal the thoughts floating around in the minds of the Angels of the Fallen…  But if I know these women as well as I think I do… They're certainly not pretty…  And Lord help those that might stand in their way…  As the Caribbean tour gets underway, what will unfold for the Angels of the Fallen and the rest of the Sin City Wrestling?  Let's find out...


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Time: August 22, 2013…  11:30 PM…  

Place:  Aruba… Location:  Unkonwn...
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The moon was still rising in the night sky, but it was hanging a bright yellowish orange in the sky.  You could hear the sounds of the people enjoying the summer nights in this tourist's trap of a location, the music is echoing through the  night almost like the beat of a heart.  The air is crisp with a cool wind, but the heat surrounding the city was still impressive.  She'd decided to wear just a simple black stretch skirt, and a pair of black sandals, and a sarong style black halter top that hung open at the waist to show a stretch of taut and well muscled tummy.

She's walking down the streets towards the strip of night clubs.  It's still kind of early, but she knows that there are people heading to the clubs, that would be easy pickings.  She'd already drawn all that she could from the group that she'd brought on the ship with her, and let's face it… she was just hungry.   Plain and simple… just hungry.

She had warned Argento that this would happen.  She'd told him that as her ferocity in the ring increased, so would her hunger.  She'd brought along forty five voluntary donors, and in the course of only a couple of weeks, they were already showing the signs of wear and tear that would come with constant feedings.  She sighs as she starts to speak to the camera that is constantly following her.

"Roxi Johnson…  The self proclaimed superhero…  She goes out to help the weak and helpless…  defend those who need defending, and stands for truth, justice, and cookies…  What a noble sacrifice she is making…  Little does she know that in the end, she’s stepping against not a supervillian, but a monster, who’s hellbent on making her into her next meal.  That’s right…  Roxi…  I’ve set my sights on turning you into lunch…  And taking the necessary step towards taking that Bombshell Championship from  your twitching, mask clad fingers.  Superhero?  You’re no superhero…  All you are is the next stepping stone in my path towards greatness.  And once I’ve stepped over you, and finally gotten my hands on the Bombshell Championship…  I can finally take my revenge on those that have caused me no small amount of heartache.  You’re a means to an end…  And it will be ME who ends your time as champion."  

“I’ve been working so hard to keep myself in check… Just to stop myself from enjoying the carnage that I cause in the ring… but simply put, I can’t…  The monster in me has taken hold completely.  The doctors that Mark Ward was convinced to send me to with Argento… They’re fools.  They think I’m crazy. ..  They think I’m deranged, and that I am a psychopath because when I look at all of their ink blots, and they talk to me about what I want and what is going on, all I can tell them about is the red stuff.  All I see is blood, and gore and all of the things that they think I shouldn’t see.  My mind is consumed with the red… and the one bright spot that keeps me sane was my Tag Team Title I shared with my friend, and Argento.  Now… since all I have is Argento… the red is taking over me…  It’s calling me back into the blackness that consumed me…  The hunger is taking over, and I don’t want to stop it from doing so…  Don’t you see Roxi…  You’re food for the beast…  You’re the next sacrificial lamb to be put in my path to try to placate my hunger, and until I have gold around my waist… nothing… NOTHING will be able to do that.  So… just know… what happens on Climax Control is just the appetizer.   When I finally get my shot at becoming the next Bombshell Champion… that will be the main course.  And I will luxuriate in the exquisite flavor of your fear, and drink your essence with wild abandon.  Prepare yourself Roxi.  You will FEED MY NEED!!”
She looks around as she hears a sound, then slips off into a nearby doorway and stands there.  A group of young guys obviously out on their way to party come laughing and joking around the corner.  A tall, muscular guy with long curly hair from out of the group notices her and stops as she smiles demurely.  He slips away from his group of friends who don’t even notice he’s gone and walks towards her.  She takes his hand and leads him into the darkened doorway….

And a bloodcurdling shrieks of fear and pain erupt from the darkened hallway.  The guy comes halfway out of the doorway, his shirt torn, chest bared and red covering him to the waist, but is stopped by the iron grip of hands on his arms.  He reaches out to grab the door jamb, struggling to pull himself away from the iron grip, the look of immense fear in his eyes as he’s slowly being pulled back into the darkness.  He’s shrieking over and over again...

“No!!  NOOO!!  NOOOOOOOO!!!!  PLEASE DON’T!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!”

He’s suddenly yanked back into the darkness, his nails leaving claw marks in the wood of the doorjamb.  His cries are suddenly silenced, and all you can hear is a soft sucking and moans of intense pleasure as the shot pulls into the streak of red left on the floor heading into the doorway.




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Time:  August 15, 2013, 12:30 AM...  

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada… Location, Unkonwn…  

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The night was hot and intense, as most nights in the middle of August in this town are.  Sin City is one of the hottest towns in the country, and during these nights, it doesn't hesitate to supply the heat.  He knew it the moment he walked into the club and saw her.  She was at the bar, and her look just screamed that a good time was meant to be had.  He sidled up to the bar and ordered a drink…  He didn't even remember what it was…  The music was loud, and the flashing of the strobe lights just made her seem to move in slow motion as she flipped her bright red hair over her shoulder.  He just had to know her…  So he'd gone up to her and started with a classic pickup line…

"Heaven must be full of sad eyes right now, because an Angel left the pearly gates to be down here on Earth."

She'd just lifted an eyebrow and chuckled before she'd turned back to twirl the swizzle stick in her barely touched drink.  She pulled out a piece of ice and glided it seductively along her lips before she leaned in and whispered in his ear, just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the music.

"You're cute.  This place is a drag though… Let's go somewhere that's a lot more happening."

She licked his ear, and the touch of her flesh was cold…  more than likely from the ice she'd just had against her lips and mouth, and the sensation of it just made him tremble.  He didn't know what to say, so he just nodded, and downed his drink, setting the empty glass back on the bar, just as she'd smirked, then grabbed his hand and practically drug him out of the club.  

She was moving so fast, he could barely keep up with her.  He almost had to jog beside her to not be left behind.  He marveled at how well she moved in the five inch spiked heels, dipping through the people in the lines and then out into the streets.  He didn't even pay attention to where he was going…  All he knew was he had to keep up with her… He had to follow her to where ever it was she was going.  He just had to be with her tonight… There was not going to be anything that was going to stop him from that goal…

She took him to this restaurant, and she held up her hand when she got to the door.  The maitre d held up a black light and ran it over the back of her hand, revealing what looked like one of the invisible ink stamps that the clubs have been using these days.  It was shaped like one of those old timey cups…  a chalice is the word he was looking for… The chalice had a dragon wrapped around it, and he marveled at the sight of it under the black light.  The maitre d looked at him, but the girl had held up a hand and spoke to him in what he thought was Russian, or German, but was actually Romanian before she continued on through the restaurant…

"Nu-ti face griji Klaude, el e cu mine.  [Don't worry Klaude, he's with me.]"

All he got from what she said was the name, Klaude.  Other than that, he inferred from what she said and pointed at her.

"Um… I think she just said she got me…"

The maitre d didn't say anything, just chuckled evilly and bowed with mock grace and gestured for the pair to enter.  When he turned around, the girl was already gone, walking through a door at the far end of the entranceway.  He ran to catch up with her and ended up missing what the maitre d said as he walked away.

"Sper ca ea salvează unele pentru mine.   El arată gustoase.  [I hope she saves some for me.  He looks delicious.]"

As he steps through the door, he suddenly notices the drop in temperature.  He looks around and realizes that it's a huge walk in freezer.  He steps through, dodging large slabs of meat hanging from hooks in the ceiling, until he finally catches a glimpse of her, standing by the far wall.  He walks up to her and she slips her arms around him.  Her flesh is so cold and he looks around.

"I didn't think you were standing in here that long… You're freezing.  And what's so happening about a restaurant's walk in?"

She throws her head back and laughs, then brings a finger to his lips, tapping them gently with her fingertip.

"This isn't the happening place… It's just the entrance.  It's an underground club… quite literally.  It's for members only… Hence the little thing on the back of my hand.  Tattoo actually…  Permanent invisible ink…  We have to hide it from the cops cause some of the things we do are a bit…  different."

She turns to the wall where there are stacks of different frozen foods, then puts her hand on the one thing that looks out of place….  A tv dinner.  A scanner light comes from under the package and scans her hand.  A minute later, he hears the sound of a bunch of locks coming unlocking, and the entire section of the wall moves.  It swings open and a staircase is revealed behind the wall.  She leans up and kisses him, her lips freezing cold against his hot flesh and she purrs, rubbing herself against him as she does.  He grins hugely as he kisses her, then yelps as she nips his bottom lip a bit too hard.  He pulls back and brings his hand up to his lip to reveal a little bubble of blood.  He frowns, but she looks at him innocently.

"Oh, I'm sorry…  I was hoping maybe you were into a bit of pain.  I told you we do things a bit differently down here…"

She licks her lips slowly, then takes his hand and pulls him down the stars.  He shrugs as he moves step by step down into the earth, noticing that as he keeps going down, it's getting colder and colder instead of warmer, his breath starting to billow out from him as he moves.

"It's cool…  I'm not one hundred percent new…  I can bite too, just don't forget that."

She throws her head back and laughs as she moves down into the corridor.  The sound of music is pumping out through the far opening where he can see lights strobing and pulsing.

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As the pair step through the opening of the far end of the corridor, all he can see is a crush of bodies, all moving in their own ways to the beat of the music.  People are gyrating, pumping their fists into the air, basically just enjoying themselves as the music takes them over.  She was right… this place was happening…

He stopped in the doorway, but she kept on going, dropping his hand as she spots a blonde haired girl in a crush of bodies, dancing to the music and walks over towards her.  There were glowsticks and glow necklaces everywhere in the low light and black lights hung all over.  They illuminated the fact that the bodies were covered in various splashes of color…  All in a different style… like almost everyone had invisible ink tattoos in one form or another, decorating their bodies, because when the strobe lights flashed the clear white light, the colors disappeared.  The red haired girl grabs onto the blonde, starting to move with her and kisses her deeply as he watches.  They're speaking as they're dancing, but the music is so loud, he can't hear what she's saying.  The pair of women turn to look at him, and they both grin wicked grins as they keep bouncing to the music.  He starts trying to dance his way through the crowd towards them, but the bodies around them are so thick.  He gets jostled over and over again as he moves through the flesh, frowning as he brushes against person after person and feeling how cold they are.  When he finally reaches the girl he came with, he tries to dance with her.

"Hey, I'm always down for a little girl on girl…  We can make this a threesome"

He tries to get closer to the red haired girl he came with, but the blonde pushes him away roughly.  He frowns.

"Hey…"

He tries to blow it off and starts trying to dance with the girl he came with again, but then the red haired girl pushes him away too, and the pair of women start to laugh at him.  Their eyes are cold as ice.  The blonde grabs the red haired girl and kiss her again, their tongues moving against each other's lewdly as he watches.  They start to laugh and keep gyrating against each other as he starts to back away from them.   He turns around, giving up on the girl he came with and tries to dance with other females in the group or just put himself in time with the group, but everyone pushes him away.  The crowd starts to thin, and he notices he's jostled and bounced his way to the center of the crush of bodies…  That's when he sees her.

She's standing by herself in the center of a circle where there are no other bodies but her.  She's clad in a pair of black patent leather booty shorts which barely cover anything but the most important parts, and a matching corset.  Her hair is loose, hanging around her face.  She's got her black rosary beads hanging around her neck to dangle between the swells of her breasts, but instead of a cross on the end, there's a dragon hanging from the end of the chain of beads.  She's also got a black leather rhine stone covered collar around her throat with matching wrist cuffs.  The black patent leather boots she's wearing come up to just below the knee, and they just seem to complete the outfit.  As she's moving to the beat of the music, there's only one thing he has in his mind, and he whispers it softly…

"Oh my God!!  She looks like sex incarnate!!  I have to know who she is!!"

He watches her body moving and everything about her and himself seems to slow down as the world around them speeds up.  He feels as if he knows her from somewhere, but he can't seem to think of where it is, because his mind is so focuses on the sight of her.  He watches her hair flinging from side to side in slow motion as he moves towards her.  He doesn't even feel the other people around him bumping him and jostling him… nor does he see the change in the crowd.  All he sees… All he wants to see… All he can think about at that moment is getting to her and molding his body against hers.  She smiles, and that's when he recognizes who she is…  He gasps and whispers in her ear.

"Wow!!  I know who you are!!  You're… You're…"

It's the Sin City Wrestling's Gothika.  He can't even say it, but she just nods to let him know that he's right.  He's in shock at seeing her here, and he just sidles up to her and starts to move with her.  She puts her arms around his neck and they start to dance.  As they move, we hear a voice over of her thoughts.

{  "I have been working so hard to do what Darknyss wants me to do… to embrace my hunger and my inner monster.   To let that hunger translate to a hunger for victory in the ring, and culminate in a win for The Fallen… Especially at Summer XXXTreme when we have to face Odette Ryder and Misty.  And truth be told… I am starting to enjoy doing what I'm doing.  But this hunger… this longing for that which drives me…  It's so hard to control.  I've tried and I've tried, but it keeps building and building inside of me.  It's like a gnawing, aching hole in the pit of my very being, and no matter how much I give it, it keeps wanting more and more and more…"  }

The throb of the music and the strobing of the lights pushes their bodies into a rhythm that's almost like the beat of a heart.  He lets his hands trace along her flesh slowly, and she can tell he wants his hands to go to more places than they should.  As they're moving, she uses her body movements to keep his roving hands to respectable places, but keeps the movements as sexy as possible.  She's all grace and lithe beauty, the tight clothing moving with her as she moves to enhance her beauty.  She's sexy, but not trashy.  She's sensuous, not slutty, and it's making him want her more and more.  He can feel something inside of her, reaching for him.  She can feel the pull on his senses, even though he doesn't know what it is.  Even as they're dancing, she doesn't say a word, but he mental voice over continues.

{  "Odette fears what we're capable of.  A part of her knows that when it comes to being the top bitch in the company, people aren't looking to her or Misty for direction.  Hell, they're not even looking at the current Champion, Roxi.  Everyone is fractured… Factions against factions… stables against stables… everyone's just out for number one…  Even within the tag teams that are being formed to try and bring the our reign as Bombshell Tag Team Champs to an end, everyone's still out for number one.  The tag teams that could have even stood a chance against us have disbanded as in-fighting has run rampant through the Bombshell's Tag Team Division.  All of this because no matter what, we have stood as the most Dominant force within the Bombshells.  And why shouldn't we be so dominant?  We're intelligent, strong, and resourceful…  We're skillful, tenacious, and not afraid to put our bodies on the line for a win.  Hell, we've EARNED these titles so many times over…  People wonder why we're so successful as a tag team, and it's because of one simple creed we have as a group…  It was the creedo of the Musketeers back in the days of the French Rebellion…  It's one that's very well known and we stand by it one hundred and seventy-five percent…  'All for one, and One for all' is more than just a motto for us.  It's a way of life.  It means, to put it in a quote that I've augmented from one that Will Smith's character, Mike Lowrey made famous in the movie, Bad Boys II…  'We ride together, we die together… We rise together, we fly together…  We Fall together…  The Fallen Forever'…  I mean, isn't just like some poetic shit or what?"  }

The music is still pumping the same song… It's one of her favorites, and the DJ is playing the extended remix of the track.  She's not even really thinking about the dancing she's doing, just letting her body move by instinct as she looks around the club at the crush of bodies that are surrounding them.  In the crowd, she notices some are starting to lose control as the music pushes them into a frenzy.  She sees a flash of fang here, and a wink of an eye that looks almost feral.  She's noticed that along some of the walls, in the booths, the mood has already changed, and the fun has already started, and some are going for the sweet spot.  She knew he wasn't the only one that they brought. This was just one of those kinds of clubs…  

The normals were brought in as cattle…  toyed with to get the emotions going until just the right moment.  They just didn't know that was what they were here for.  At least not all of them.  Some were loving pets and blood dolls, already hip to the scene and ready to give freely… Others were brought in, knowing what they were in for but still against their will…  They were bound around the room, painted gold and made to look like statues…  their bodies wrapped in gold dipped ace wraps and bound so tightly, they could barely breathe… gags in their mouths so they couldn't speak, and with speakers around them so that their screams were drowned out by the music.  Yeah, the people that devised these kinds of clubs certainly knew what they were doing… They'd thought of just about everything.  They made sure that there was a type for every type of flavor you were going for… from the wicked, to the faithful… from those who were guilty to those who were innocent...

And he was one of the innocents…  One of the unwitting and ignorant ones who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.   He was chosen for his innocence… His open and kind eyes that were at this moment filled with lust.  She knew that he was brought here for her.  She knew it because that's what Natasha did…  She was a procurer…  And she knew that this one was going to be sweet.  She could scent his emotions already as they danced…  They surrounded her like a heady perfume, and were building higher and higher.  Some thought that fear elicited the sweetest flavor in the red… But for her, it all depended on the prey.  She knew when she stepped into the ring against Misty and Odette Ryder, it would be arrogance and pride which would be the most dominant of the emotions coating the pair…  At least in the beginning…  But once the adrenaline started flowing, and they realized that she and Raynin were not about to back down for a moment, she knew that the fear would take over.  She knew that there would be no stopping it… especially once she dropped a full set of hunting fang and latched onto one of them.  Just as she knew the taste of all of the mixed emotions would take her to a place she'd been dreaming of since her match against Misty and she'd gotten to taste Misty and Ruby.  Mmm… Ruby was just as sweet as Misty was…  And in her heart, she was also hoping that Gabrielle would try to interfere so she could have a taste of him as well…  Little did he know, that not all of what he did was just slight of hand… there was a true hint of magic flowing through him…  Morganna sensed it the last time she'd visited, and Gothika had wondered what it would taste like… Magic mixed with adrenaline and fear…  She just knew that it would be so sweet.    

But that would be for later… Right now, her mind was on this young thing in front of her…   He couldn't have been anything over twenty three, his youth adding to the hunger that was gnawing away inside of her.  She'd tried to start a weening process, so she could control the hunger, and she'd gone about three days without a drink.  She'd gone as long as she could, and when she couldn't take any more, she'd called Natasha who had told her about this place…  This was almost like a stable rave…  The place had been around for decades, and she knew that this was always a happening place.  She'd hated what she'd had to do earlier though.

{  "I knew that Argento had wanted to come with me, but I'd had to tell him not to come.  It simply wasn't safe for him to be here… Not with what this place is known for.  But they were always discreet…  I don't know what happens to them afterward, but then, by that time, I normally just don't care… the hunger has been sated, and the euphoria that washes over me afterward is harder than any drug I've ever heard about to come down from.  This hunger… It's so intense… and yes, I'm changing it… molding it to become something which I can use in the ring, but still use safely.  I want to control it… not let it take control of me, ever again…  And yet, I know that all it takes is one slip… one little mess up and it all goes down like a house of cards… And I turn into the slobbering, hissing, ravenous beast that I was after my first transformation…  That is what I fear happening more than most… That I lose control, and someone I love… someone I care for gets hurt… which is why I must learn control.   Darknyss was right…  Ignoring it isn't' the answer… Embracing the inner monster is the only way to learn control.  And using it to unleash pain and suffering upon my opponents in the ring is most definitely one of the best ways of using it to my advantage."  }

The beat of the music is picking up and the people moving around them are going into a frenzied pace.  She can start to feel the fear rising around him as he looks around, almost confused.  He's starting to see glimpses of what's truly hiding behind the mask of those surround him.  HIs adrenaline is pumping, mixing with the lust and the hint of fear to become a bouquet so tantalizing and teasing of the treat to come.  She can barely contain herself as she keeps moving against him, holding him tightly, trying to stop him from looking around.

{  "Argento says that he accepts me for who and what I am… He says that he understands me…  But there are some aspects of me and my nature I just don't want to bring him into.  I don't want to corrupt him with this world… I want to keep him separate… I want to keep him normal… or as normal as he can be.  I want to keep him that special bit of normalcy that I get to have in this crazy mixed up life that I've thrown myself into.  And I can do it…  He's agreeable, and understanding, unlike the men I've had in the past…  He simply… gets me…  which is something I've wanted for so long…  I can do this…  I can be the monster…  I can enjoy the fruits of my monster status and I can use it to become exactly what Darknyss wants me to be… and what I want to become deep inside… I AM THE VAMPYRIC ANGEL OF THE FALLEN!!  I EMBRACE THE BEAST WITHIN!!  I AM HUNGER MADE FLESH, AND I WILL STEP INTO THE RING AGAINST ANY WHO STAND AGAINST ME AND I WILL DEVOUR THEM!!  ALL WHO STAND AGAINST ME WILL FEED MY NEED!!!"  }

He leans in and tries to kiss her to quell the rising tension within him, and she stops him with a finger to her lips, which she kisses, then spins around and taps his lips with her fingertips.  He chuckles nervously as he leans in and kisses her neck instead.  She inhales his scent and her eyes change to that eerie ice blue as she moans softly at the taste of his aura in the back of her throat.  He thinks she's moaning about him, and his lust flares again, as he kisses her neck more.  She doesn't stop him as she tries to control the hunger building within her.  The ice blue of her eyes is starting to be taken over by the ring of red at the edges of her irises.  She closes her eyes as she tries to fight the rising hunger… she's trying to wait until the right moment.

{  "None shall be safe from my need… Not Odette Ryder who believes that she stands above everyone, when she's just another low life who worked her way up the ranks of the ladder by being another cookie cutter and accepting the shit that was tossed her way from kissing up to the folks in power.  People wondered why we went to Team Erik…  It was because of bombshells like her who try to act all goodie goodie, but in truth are as evil to the core as evil can get.  But in the end, she will go the way of the dodo bird…  She'll be snuffed out of my existence and be just another win in my victory column, and be noted as another meal for me to enjoy.  Certainly not Misty…  Another arrogant  bitch with delusions of grandeur.  Yes, she is a good wrestler…  But as a human being, she's lacking quite a bit… and not because of her insanity… But because she lacks the ability to respect her peers, and the skills to be a true Champion…  She's no leader…  neither of them are…  A leader proves by example that they have the capabilities to lift as they climb… They prove that they can inspire those around them to become better than what they are…  the true leaders in this Division, are Raynin and myself…  We push each and every Bombshell to want to do and be more than what they are…  We make them work harder… give more in their matches, and fight that much more when they step into the ring against us…  We make them want to be us… not through pride or arrogance… But by us not backing down from any challenge afforded us and making them prove their worth in the ring!!  We have always been hungry…  in life, as monsters… in the ring… even as Champions… we're not satisfied unless we are able to prove to anyone and everyone that we DESERVE to be the Champions!!  We earned these titles every time we step into the ring…  and we will continue to do so once we retain out titles and stay the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions!"  }

The DJ blares a horn, and the music slowly starts to turn down a bit.  She looks up and whispers softly to herself.

"It's time…"

Everyone lifts their arms to the air except for Gothika and the boy who is looking around confused.

"What's happening to the music?  What's going on?"

She leans in and whispers in his ear.

"Don't worry…  Don't fight it… The less you struggle, the easier things will be.  Trust me… I'll protect you in the end…"

He looks at her confused and frowns.

"What??!!"

The crowd surround them starts to close tighter around them, jostling them to the very center of the room where there's a small open circle of space.  The bodies are crushed together, moving in time to the faintly heard music, and everyone starts to chant over and over again…  The lights start to strobe in time with the chanting of the word...  A single word which filled the room with a cadence that made the pit of his stomach quiver in fear and anticipation of something bad...

"SANGE!!   SANGE!!   SANGE!!   SANGE!!  SANGE!!   SANGE!!   SANGE!!   SANGE!!"  

The chant intensifies, almost becoming a roar from the crowd… the chant is in time with the beating of the music which is timed almost to his racing heart.  Somewhere in his head, he knows what the word should mean, but he just can't seem to wrap his brain around it's meaning.  The crowd continues to chant over and over again, fists pumping in the air to the beat of the word….

"SANGE!!   SANGE!!   SANGE!!   SANGE!!  SANGE!!   SANGE!!   SANGE!!   SANGE!!"  

He looks around confused and centers on her as she starts to back up from him.

"What's going on?  What are they saying?"

Her eyes go from ice blue to almost completely blood red, with just the barest hint of blue in the center of the irises and she points up.  He suddenly feels something liquid drop onto his face.  He lifts his finger to his cheek and wipes it off.  When he looks at his finger, he sees the dark red liquid and immediately knows what it is and what they're chanting.  He gasps…

"Oh my God!!  It's…"

Just then, the dj blares off a horn, and the crowd starts to scream to the heavens.

"BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!"

The sprinklers go off, and instead of water, a shower of red comes pouring out to cover the crowd.  Behind the DJ, a sign drops down that reads 'Blood Rain' and the music picks back up again.  The man shrieks in horror as he's bathed in a wash of hot red fluid.  The cool air in the room is making steam rise from the heat of the red that is covering him.  That's when he notices that the people surrounding him are not exactly people.  Faces that were once normal and beautiful are now monstrous… covered in blood and with long fangs extending from their upper jaws.  

"Oh my God!!  Help me!!  Somebody!!  Please!!  Help me!!"

He shrieks over and over again as he tries to get away, but he's in the center of the crowd.  He tries to fight his way through them, but they push him back into the center circle.  He tries over and over again, and eventually slips on the blood drenched floor and starts trying to crawl away, but they drag him back to the center.  the monstrous faces keep hissing, and as he looks around the crowd, he sees that he wasn't the only non monster in the group, but as of now, he's the only one who doesn't have at least one set of fangs sunk deep into his flesh.  His mind can't take it anymore, and he simply curls up like a fetus and lays there, trembling in the shower of red fluid as it keeps coming down.  Just then, a foot brushes his and he screams and looks up…  And she's there, looking down at him…  Looking like an angel… drenched in red, but with a soft look to her face.  He leans over and takes his hand, and pulls him to his feet, the red still showering down upon them.  He looks into her eyes, tears flooding down, washing away pink lines even as the red runs down to fill them back in.

"Please…  I don't wanna die!!  Please help me!!"

She puts her arms around his neck, putting his head on her chest, and he wraps his arms around her waist and sinks into her arms, sobbing against her chest.  He's trembling in fear, and the bodies around her seem to pulse still to the beat of the music.   She closes her eyes, leaning her head back and just drinks in the scent of him all around her.  She strokes his hair gently and feels it plastered against his scalp by the red that's coated him.  She lifts a finger to her mouth and sucks at the red covering him softly and moans at the taste of it coupled with his scent.  She then whispers in his ear.

"Shhhh… .don't worry…  I told you, I'd protect you… This will only hurt for a moment, but then, you'll forget everything in the end…"

She pulls out a little capsule from her pocket and holds it tightly in her fist.  She puts her finger under his chin and lifts his eyes up to hers.  His bottom lip is trembling as he looks at her.

"Please don't hurt me!!…  I… I don't wanna die!!"

She leans in and kisses his forehead gently.

"You won't die…  I promise."

Suddenly she hisses and her fangs rip through her gums to their full length.  He gasps in shock at the sight of it.

"But you will feed my need… just like everyone else…"

He shrieks, and she strikes quickly, sinking her fangs into his throat.  The soft sucking sound  is almost drowned out by the music and his shriek that is continuing on and on.  She keeps drinking and drinking until he suddenly passes out from the fear of what's going on and is hanging limply from her arms.  She licks the wound she's just made, then holds onto him with one arm,  and breaks the capsule with her free hand under his nose.  She watches the powder in the capsule slip up his nostrils as he inhales in his passed out state and she smiles softly.

"All you will remember is just a dream…  You'll think you've had an awesome time at the bar and met me all in a dream…  But I will never forget you…  Even though I don't know your name, I will never forget you…"

The bodies around her all cheer and the party picks up as the red rain continues to shower down upon them.  The shot lifts up towards the ceiling where the red is flowing out.  It continues to zoom in until everything is nothing but red, then it suddenly cuts out.


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 Event: Summer XXXtreme II Pay Per View     DATE: Sunday, 08/18/2013

Place: On the Open Seas   Venue: Royal Monarch Cruiseliner

Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM TITLE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Opponent: With Raynin vs Odette Ryder and The Queen of the Damned, Misty  



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At Sunday Night Seduction, the Angellic Beauties were able to get down and dirty in the mud, and come out with their hands held high in victory.  And with all of the mudslinging that's been going on these past few weeks, these three Ladies have tried to remain in the shadows… no stir the pot so to speak.  But with the huge bombshell…  no pun intended…  that the boss, Christian Underwood has laid in their laps, the Angels of the Fallen have been left with no place to duck and cover before it explodes into awesomeness!!  That's right!!  The big Sin City Wrestling summer Pay Per View, Summer XXXTreme II is on the horizon, and the card has been set!!  The Vampyric Angel will get a chance to sink her fangs… and boots into the female that handed her the first loss she's received since she returned to action so many months ago!  That's right!  The Angels of the Fallen will be stepping into the ring against none other than the former SCW Bombshell Champion, and self proclaimed 'Queen of the Damned', Misty!  And she will be teamed with someone who's no stranger to ticking off the Angels… Odette Ryder!  With their Bombshell Tag Team Championships on the line, and Gothika's price to boot, will Gothika be able to put her bloodlust into check long enough for her to retain her titles?  Or will this be the end of the Age of Angels?  Let's find out…


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**********  WARNING!!  **********

The following are unaired scenes from the Sin City Wrestling's Sunday Night Seduction event, not shown due to time constraints.  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: July 28, 2013…  9:30 PM…  Just after the beginning of SCW's Sunday Night Seduction...

Place:  Las vegas, Nevada… Club Rain… In the Fallen's Dressing Room...
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The night had been going awesomely.  The turn out for the show was better than expected.  The place was packed with wall to wall bodies, men and women alike as they came to watch the best of the best of the Sin City Wrestling come out and put on an amazing show, and the Bombshells did not disappoint.   Things were moving right along at a break neck pace… Announcements had been made…  matches had been won and lost… And everyone was waiting to see just what would happen next…

Back in the Fallen's dressing room, everyone is on edge, especially Gothika.  She's pacing back and forth while gnawing on her bottom lip.  Darknyss is sitting on the edge of the couch, watching her two friends as they try to get ready for their upcoming match.  Raynin has two chairs set up with a foot in each, and is doing the chinese splits while stretching out her arms, breathing deeply with her eyes closed.  She feels Gothika walk past her for about the hundredth time and turn around in her pacing, and she sighs, dropping her her hands down to her hips and frowns at her friend.

Raynin:  "Damn it... would you please just stop moving around?!!  I can't even concentrate on what I'm doing with you wearing a patch in the floorboards with all of this constant pacing!!"

Gothika takes a deep breath and shakes her head slowly.

Gothika:  "I'm sorry... I don't mean to be like this, but... It's just... I'm so fuckin' hungry!!!  I ate like two  sixteen ounce steaks, both so rare they were still mooing!!  I've had a four egg meatlover's omlette, orange juice...  hell, I've even had four bags of the red, and I'm still hungry!!"

Gothika throws her head back and almost howls in frustration, her fangs almost fully extended from her jaw and looking dangerously sharp and tinged slightly pink as they catch the fluorescent lighting in their dressing room from forcing their way through her gums.  Darknyss moves to try to talk to her, but backs away quickly as Gothika throws a punch at one of the locker doors, putting a large dent in the front of the metal structure.  She puts her hands up and shakes her head slowly.

Darknyss:  "Look D…  I know you're frustrated and worried about your match and all, but you gotta calm down…"

Gothika turns to her friend, and squints her eyes, frowning at her.

Gothika:  "Calm down?!  Calm Down??!!  Do you truly think it's as easy as that?!!  'Oh, let me just go and flip a switch and laaa dee flipping' freakin' day, everything will be back to normal'…  Is that how you think it is?"

Darknyss takes a deep breath and holds her hands out to her friend, speaking slowly.

Darknyss:  "Hey!  Look at me…  It's me…  I've been with you from like day one of your wrestling career…  I'm one of your closest friends…  You know that I KNOW how hard this is for you…  I was with you when you went through your first transformation, remember?"

Gothika looks at her friend and sighs heavily, nodding slowly.   She stops pacing and crosses one arm over her chest, and brings her other hand up, nibbling on her thumb gently.  Darknyss takes another deep breath and reaches out to put a hand on her friend's shoulder.

Darknyss:  "So tell me D…  How bad is it?"

Gothika swallows and nods slowly, a look of concern on her face.  She finally takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before she speaks.

Gothika:  "It's bad Lady.  It's really… really really really bad.  Normal food calms the normal hunger, but it does nothing for the thirst.  The cold stuff ain't doin' it anymore…  It's like my body is rebelling against me again."

Darknyss rubs her friend's upper arm gently, trying to keep her calm.

Darknyss:  "Okay…  We've been through this once before… we can deal with it again.  So then tell me what you need."

Gothika throws her arms up in the air, sighing exasperatedly.

Gothika:  "I need live Lady…  I hate to say it, but I need live… lots of it…  I feel like I'm starving to death unless i have it live.  The food I eat is what's keeping me going, but I'm eating like a sugar starved kid in a candy store!  The cold stuff barely takes the edge off so I'm not like not snatching people from off of the street… But even that, I've gone through what would normally be a two week supply in like three days!  I have to do something, or when we go out there tonight… I'm afraid I might do something bad..."

Darknyss frowns and pushes a stray lock of Gothika's hair from her face and tucks it behind her ear.

Darknyss:  "You mean like what you did to Misty during your one on one matchup?"

Gothika turns her eyes to her friend, and Darknyss sees the hint of red starting to encircle the ice blue and her frown deepens as she hears her friend speaking.

Gothika:  "I mean worse…  I mean, like Kansas City, AWO 2004 bad…"

Raynin's eyes go very big and she starts to point at Gothika.  

Raynin:  "Oooohh!!  Ooohhh!!  Oooohh!!  No way!!!!"

She puts her hands down on the floor and rolls forward off of the chairs and pops up into a standing position, excitedly dancing from foot to foot, waving her hands in the air.

Raynin:  "Wait wait wait….  I was such a fangirl of you two back then!!  I know what you're talking about!!!  Let's see if I remember this right…  Kansas City…. Alliance Wrestling Order… 2004…  House show… untelevised… I was there in the stands!!  That was the night you attacked your opponents in the middle of an eight person battle royal!  You took all of them out by biting their necks, then as the official tried to raise your hand in victory, you attacked him too!!  Fifteen security guards, four trainers, and six police officers all came down to the ring to try and stop you, but you took them all out too… You jumped out of the ring and was about to start attacking the crowd, when you suddenly stopped…  Your opponents had locked Darknyss and Morganna in their dressing room and they hadn't been able to get out to you in time to stop you…  But you stopped yourself…  After that, the cops swarmed you and it took only one of them to cuff you and take you out the back…  Darknyss and Morganna had come down to try and reason with the cops, but you'd just shook your head and asked them to stop and let them take you away…  You spent four days in jail, but your case was dismissed because the cops didn't read your miranda rights before they took you away…  and all charges dropped, your record expunged…  It was crazy!!  I never could find out why you stopped though…"

As Raynin's talking, Gothika grimaces as she remembers what she did.  She starts gnawing on her finger intently, her fangs flashing in the light as she does.  Darknyss suddenly stops Raynin mid sentence with a hand up and Raynin closes her mouth abruptly as Darknyss speaks.

Darknyss:  "She stopped because of a little girl in the front row.  The child was terrified…  Literally shrieking in fear….  she wouldn't move… couldn't move is a better way to describe it… She just stood there screaming at the top of her lungs, pissing and shitting herself…  Gothika had literally scared the shit out of this child."

Gothika wraps her arms around herself and sank down onto the nearby couch and starts to rock herself slowly back and forth.  She swallows heavily and looks up at her friends.

Gothika:  "It was the smell that stopped me… more than anything else, it was the smell…  BY GOD it stank so badly!  Normally the scent and taste of fear heightens the flavor of blood… but this smell…  Her fear was so intense that it permeated EVERYTHING around her…  the smell was acrid…  rancid… it was… it was horrible!!  But more than that was the look in her eyes…  To her, I wasn't a creepy wrestler, or some lady with big teeth like everyone normally thinks about me.  I was what I had always said I was… I was a monster…  I was a monster that was coming to snatch her up and rip her throat out and drink her essence and leave her lying there in a pool of her own life essence…. And that was exactly what I was going to do.  That was exactly what I was thinking.  I was thinking about the red!  All I saw was the red!!  There WERE no faces!!  There WERE no identities!!  All they were, was just a network of veins filled with something that I craved… that I NEEDED MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF!!  BY GOD!  I CAN'T LET IT GET BACK TO THAT AGAIN!!!"

Darknyss sighs heavily and runs a hand through her friend's hair.  Gothika flinches from the touch and her whole body trembles.  When she speaks, her voice is barely more than a whisper...

Gothika:  "I don't want to be a monster."

Darknyss frowns and suddenly slaps Gothika hard across the face.  Raynin's eyes go wide and she steps back, looking at her friend in shock.  Darknyss's face is cold as ice as she looks down at her friend and partner.

Darknyss:  "Enough of the fuckin' pity party.  I've had it!!"

Raynin's eyebrows go up sharply and she looks from Darknyss to Gothika, then back to Darknyss who crosses her arms over her chest as she looks back down at her friend.

Darknyss:  "Since you've started drinking live again, you've become soft… soft and weak!!  I thought this stuff was supposed to strengthen you!  Turn you into the big bad monster that you used to be before you grew a flipping' conscience again!!"

Gothika moves to speak again, but Darknyss slaps her across the other cheek again, just as hard.

Darknyss:  "Shut up!!  I'm not done talking!!"

Gothika goes quiet and sits there, looking up at her friend as Darknyss continues speaking.

Darknyss:  "For years, I've worked with you.  For YEARS I've listened to you bitch and whine and complain about you not wanting to be a monster… About how your life is so freakin' shit because you're a vampire… SO THE FUCK WHAT??!!!  I've have worked tirelessly and endlessly since you turned to get you to accept what you've become!  To use it to your best advantage… And I thought we'd been making progress!!  We came back to the SCW, and it was like you were the old you again!  But then…  maybe it's not the red that's making you weak… maybe it's Argento!  Huh?  Is that it?  Is having a man paying attention to you causing you to re-evaluate your worth as a human being all cause you have fangs and like to give folks a little nibble every now and then?"

Gothika starts to growl and balls her fists up in her lap.

Gothika: "Stop it Lady…  Argento has nothing to do with this…  You leave Michael out of this."

Darknyss throws her hands up in the air.

Darknyss:  "Or what?  You're gonna sit there and bitch and whine some more about how tortured a soul you are?  About how you've been through hell and back?  WAKE UP CHICA!!  LOOK AROUND YOU!!  YOU'RE ON THE ISLAND OF FLIPPIN' MISFIT TOYS HERE!!  YOU'RE TEAMED UP WITH A COUPLE OF FREAKS WITH THEIR OWN PROBLEMS…  SHE'S FREAK ONE, I'M FREAK TWO!!  DEMON POSSESSED FREAK, MULTIPLE PERSONALITY FREAK… WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT??!!  TO BE FUCKIN' NORMAL FOR CHRIST'S SAKE??!!  JEEZ!!"

Gothika doesn't say anything, just sits there, her fists balled up tightly as she shakes her head slowly.  Darknyss doesn't stop her tirade though.

Darknyss:  "Day in, and day out, you sit up and you put down who and what you are, when you should just embrace it!!  We all have!!  We all love you regardless!  Your fans love you…  And why?  Because you're that damned good at being badass!!  Don't you see?  Argento loves you… ALL of you… He doesn't look at you and go, 'oh, well, she's got a pretty face and a hot body… but those teeth… there's just something about those teeth…'  NO!!  He's accepted you and your vampirism when no one else would!  You are so freakin' lucky and you just don't even see it!!  I am just too flippin' THROUGH with you and your fatalistic BULLSHIT!!  YOU ARE A VAMPYRE WHO WRESTLES!!  GET OVER YOURSELF, MOVE ON AND GET YOUR MIND INTO THE JOB!!"

Gothika growls under her breath and suddenly jumps up to a standing position and gets right in Darknyss's face hissing evilly.  Darknyss doesn't back down, though and the two stand nose to nose as Gothika starts to speak, gesticulating slowly.

Gothika:  "This is NOT fatalistic bullshit!!  These are my emotions!!  You have no idea how it feels to have all of this… this CHAOS running through your mind and trying to keep it under control!!  I WANT TO HURT PEOPLE!!  DON'T YOU GET IT??!!  I'M NOT SAFE!!"

Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head, then starts to yell at her friend tapping her on the temple.

Darknyss:  "WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL, D??!!  I JUST SAID IT AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, THIS TIME I'LL SAY IT SLOWER SO MAYBE IT WILL SINK IN…"

Darknyss lifts her finger and starts to poke Gothika roughly in the chest, pushing her back step by step as she does.

Darknyss:  "YOU… ARE… A…  WRESTLING… VAMPYE STUPID!!"

With the last poke, Gothika falls back onto the couch, sitting there and looking up at her friend who is now so agitated, her face is bright red in anger.

Darknyss:  "I just can't believe it that THAT ONE FACT DIDN'T REGISTER IN YOUR BRAIN!  Gothika… my friend, you are a wrestler AND a vampyre… Your freakin' JOB is to hurt people!!  It's to make people feel pain… it's to knock people out and pin them to the mat so that they simply can't get up or push you off, or lock them in a hold so they have to tap out!!  Don't you get it yet?  EVERYTHING YOU DO IS ABOUT HURTING PEOPLE!!  AND BY DENYING YOUR VAMPYRIC SIDE, YOU ARE CUTTING OFF ONE OF THE BEST WEAPONS YOU HAVE!!"

Gothika speaks quietly, but her voice conveys all of the rage that's bubbling inside of her.

Gothika:  "What do you expect me to do then?  Hmmm?  Do you expect me to just forget the fact that I have the potential to be a cold blooded murder like Bruno if I accept it?  Do I just…  not care anymore and just go out there and slaughter innocent people?"

Darknyss sighs heavily again and her expression softens a bit.

Darknyss:  "No… of course not.  You will do like what I have done, and what Raynin is to this day still doing…  You do what you need to do to control it.  By hook or crook, you do whatever is necessary to turn this negative into a positive.  You channel all of that hunger… that pain… that anger… that aggression… that animal instinct to rend and rip and tear something limb from limb and you put it into your wrestling.  You do not… DO NOT let it control you!!"

Darknyss grabs the back of Gothika's head in her hands and pulls her forehead against hers, holding it there so she must look her right in the eyes.  

Darknyss:  "Listen…  Listen…  Listen to me!"

Gothika tries to fight it at first, but then stops fighting it and looks her in the eye.

Darknyss:  "You must embrace your inner monster!!  Don't fight against it…  You master it!!!  You DO NOT let it incapacitate you!!  You use it!  You understand me??!!!  YOU USE IT!!  USE IT!!"

Gothika nods slowly and Darknyss pulls Raynin in so all three of them have their heads pressed together in a huddle.

Darknyss:  "We are the Angels of the Fallen!!!  We are domination personified!!  We are the ones that all of these cookie cutter Bombshells fear because we stand out there unafraid!!!  We are unafraid of anyone or any damned thing!!  ESPECIALLY not our inner selves!!  We are strong… independent… skilled and dangerous as FUCK!!  We are the alpha females of this company!!  And how do we prove that?!!"

Raynin suddenly yells out enthusiastically...

Raynin:  "By whoopin' bitches asses like they stole something'!!"

Darknyss smirks and nods slowly, letting her friends go so they all stand there in a circle.

Darknyss:  "That's right Lil' Ray Ray…  We stomp mud holes in bitches and we leave them cryin' for their parents!  We're not bullies… far from it… We are vengeance… We are retribution!!  We are what they fear and wish they could be all at the same freakin' time!!  We are the things that go bump in the night that sends these bitches running for their covers to hide under and tremble, too scared to peek out to make sure we're even really there…  All the while hoping that some day, they could be as amazing as we are!!  We are the sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Tag Team Champions… and there is nothing and no one… NOTHING AND NO ONE ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH that we will let take them from us!!  They will have to pry them from our broken, beaten, bloodied, mutilated bodies, and even then, if we have a way to bounce back, we will come back to defeat them and still come out the Champions!!  Do you get it?"

Raynin nods, then looks at Darknyss for a moment.

Raynin:  "Look, I know your'e all for embracing your inner demons and stuff… but… My inner demon is just that… a freakin' demon…  I know you don't want ME to let THAT thing loose…"

Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head.

Darknyss:  "No… I think you can keep Mama Louvelle's little pride and joy under wraps… but if you can find a way to tap into it's… I don't know what you would call it… power… aura… whatever the hell it is…  And use it to our advantage without letting it rampage and possibly kill everyone… then yeah… do it."

Darknyss holds her hand out to Raynin and they bump fists.  Darknyss then turns to Gothika holding her fist out.

Darknyss:  "So my sister from another mister…  what do you say?  Are we all going to be monsters together?  Or are you going to hold out for some ideal that you know deep in your heart you shouldn't hold onto?"

Gothika looks down at her friend's fist and smiles evilly, letting a low growl rumble from her throat.

Gothika:  "Well, you know how the old saying goes.. "If you can't beat 'em…  Cheat.  And if you can beat 'em…  Beat 'em like they stole somthing"…  So yeah, I'm in like Flynn."

Gothika bumps Darknyss's fist with her own, then bumps Raynin's who's grinning like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar.  Darknyss nods slowly and pats her friend on the back.

Darknyss:  "In it to win it…. So, I'm guessing that when situations like the one you're in arise, there's some kind of protocol to… I don't know what you fang freaks call it…"

Gothika reaches into the pocket of her trench coat and pulls out a card, handing it to her friend.

Gothika:  "We call it, 'ordering in'…  they call themselves live voluntary donors…  others who know of the process call them fang chasers.  Anyways…  That's the number.  I've already got an account set up."

Darknyss nods slowly as she starts to turn to pick up her cell phone and Gothika grabs her arm, spinning her back around, licking her lips slowly.

Gothika:  "Um… You will want to make sure that this order is placed properly…  If you don't order enough… I don't know what will happen in our match…"

Darknyss frowns as she looks down at the card in her hand.

Darknyss:  "Hey… it's like ordering take out, right?…   How hard could it be?"

Raynin looks from Darknyss to Gothika and back again and sighs heavily, making the sign of the cross over her chest.

Raynin:  "Madre de dios… Nos ayuda por favor…"

Darknyss raises her eyebrow at Raynin and smirks.

Darknyss:  "You know, I'm starting to get a handle on some of your Spanglish… but that one eluded me… What in the nine levels of hell did you just say?"

Raynin chuckles and shrugs.

Raynin:  "Well, I have been subjected to your horrible ordering skills before and ended up with a plate of squid instead of fried shrimp when we ordered from the fish place last time… So I said, 'Mother of God, please help us'…  Because if you can't even order popcorn shrimp… how are you about to place an order for her… special requests?"

Darknyss shrugs and then nods slowly, exhaling deeply.

Darknyss:  "You're right…  Maybe you should place the order, D…"

Gothika nods and picks up her phone, pressing a number she's got on speed dial.  She brings the phone to her ear and waits for the phone to pick up, and starts to sing along with the ringback tone.  Raynin and Darknyss both look at her in shock as she starts to sing 'The Girl from Eponema' and she stops singing and shrugs looking back at them.

Gothika:  "What?  My mom used to sing it to me as a kid."

Darknyss and Raynin chuckle and Gothika gives them the finger and sticks out her tongue at them.

Gothika:  "Oh bite me!"

Gothika suddenly gasps and shakes her head, putting her attention back on the phone.

Gothika:  "Oh, no no no!!  I didn't mean you… I mean… I was just… You see my friends…  I'm sorry, let me start over… I need to place an order to go….  Club Rain….  Yeah… It's going to be a rather large order…"

The shot pulls out the locker room door and the door shuts slowly before the scene fades out…



The scene comes back in about a half hour later, outside of the Fallen's locker room door again.  A beautiful woman wearing a flower print halter top and a miniskirt and six inch clear hooker heels comes strolling up to the door. She knocks on it three times quickly, then starts to adjust her top.  When the door opens slowly, she sees Raynin standing there behind the door.  The woman smiles and is about to speak when just holds up her hand and shakes her head, and steps aside, gesturing for her to come in.

Raynin:  "Shhh…  Don't say a word…  It's easier for my friend if she doesn't know your name.  The service has already paid the fee.  Just come in and step up into the line, and wait your turn…"

The girl nods slowly and makes a zipping motion across her lips, then steps into the locker room.  Raynin closes the door behind her and moves further into the room to stand beside Darknyss who is watching the line of girls that are standing in front of the bathroom door.  Around the room, there are an array of young women, all with bandages over some part of their upper bodies… Either their necks, their wrists, some even have bandages on their cleavage.  They all look pale and a bit haggard as they lounge around the room, sipping orange juice and water, and nibbling on peanut butter cookies.  Raynin frowns as she starts to count the girls spread out around the room.  

Raynin:  "Seven… Eight… Nine…  Dear God in Heaven!!  Just how hungry is she?!!  That makes the one she's on now…"

Darknyss interrupts her with a sigh and a nod of her head.

Darknyss:  "Number ten… I know…  And she's got six more in line for her to keep on going.  I would have thought she'd have been full by now… Apparently all of the holding back she's done has made her ravenous."

The line moves up a bit and a short red head comes stumbling out of the bathroom door, a hand to her throat, moaning softly.  She is holding onto the wall and tries to steady herself.  She takes takes a deep breath, then takes a step away from the wall and looks fine for a moment, then Raynin watches as her eyes roll back in her head and she starts to go down to the ground in a faint.  Raynin yelps out in shock and surprise.

Raynin:  "Oh my God!!  Hey!!  Are you okay?"

Raynin rushes forward and catches the girl before she can hit the ground and sets her carefully in a nearby chair.  Darknyss comes over with the first aid kit and Raynin starts to bandage the bite marks on the girl's throat.  The marks are barely bleeding, and the woman looks extremely pale.  Raynin frowns as she tapes the bandage on tightly.

Raynin:  "This is not good…  I think she took too much from this one…"

Darknyss leans forward and starts to pat the girl's face with her hand to try and stir her from the faint.

Darknyss:  "Hey!  Hey you!!  Wake up!!  Are you alright?"

The girl's eyes flutter open and she smiles hugely, nodding slowly.

Gothika's Food:  "Yeah…  I'm more than fine…  That was simply… AMAZING!!  I'm still tingling all over from it!!"

Raynin frowns and looks at the girl confused.

Raynin:  "Well, if it feels so good, why did you pass out like that?"

The girl sits up and Raynin hands her a cookie to nibble on and a bottle of orange juice and a bottle of water.  The girl bites the cookie and sighs heavily.

Gothika's Food:  "Oh, that was totally my fault…  I'd been dieting, and didn't know I was going to be called in for this… but it was such a big order, they needed all hands on deck.  Normally, I do a carb load before I come for one of these things, and I eat a pretty big meals of fish and fruit for three days before.  I'm told the fatty acids in the fish help the blood taste more robust, and I don't end up with as bad fall out.  but I've been on a low carb, low fat diet for the past four months.  I've been trying to fit back into this bikini I had four years ago…  It was one of my favorites… silver lame…  barely covered my… well, you can guess.  Anyways…  She was great!!  It hurt so good…"

The girl reaches in her pocket and pulls out a card and writes something on the back of it before she hands it to Raynin.

Gothika's Food:  "Here… here's my personal info…  Give it to her so if she wants another drink… Mmmm, tell her she can reach me anytime."

The girl moves to stand but sinks back into the chair in a swoon.  Raynin grumbles under her breath and starts patting her face again, trying to wake her.

Raynin:  "Shit!  This is getting ri-donkulous!!  Go and talk to her…  there's no way we can get all of these girls out before we have to go down to the ring!"

Darknyss looks over at the line and shrugs as there are only two girls left waiting.  She walks over to the bathroom door and stops short as she hears soft moans and the sounds of slurping and sucking sounds.  She rubs her upper arms for a moment, then she knocks on the bathroom door and clears her throat.

Darknyss:  "We're short on time…  I'd say about ten minutes…  You almost done?"

The slurping sound stops, and you can hear the sound of clothing being adjusted.  There's a soft groan, and the sound of protests, and Darknyss peeks into the bathroom door.  The shower curtain is pulled, and you can see feet underneath it, along with a small pool of red.  The curtain is pulled back and another girl stumbles out, blocking the sight of what was behind the curtain for a moment.  When the girl walks out of the shot, we see Gothika standing in the shower, wearing only a black lace demi bra and a matching thong.  Her mouth and chin are covered in red, and you can see where it was hastily attempted to be rubbed off.  Going down her chest, between her cleavage is a long trail of red fluid, which goes all the way down her body, along her stomach and further down.  She runs a fingertip along her cleavage and brings a huge drop of the red to her lips, sucking her finger slowly and almost seductively.  She closes her eyes in ecstasy and moans softly.  She looks up to Darknyss and licks her lips, sucking on the bottom one for a moment as she tries to regain her composure before she speaks.

Gothika:  "Um…  yeah… I'm almost topped off… I think just these two more and I won't rip our opponents' heads off.  Mmmm, that last one… she was simply divine!!  AB positive I think… I'll have to ask her what she had for dinner cause there was an added hint of sweetness to it, akin to some kind of fruit…  melon I'm guessing…  just scrumptious…"

Gothika has closed her eyes and is running her hands over her body slowly and Darknyss clears her throat, bringing her back from her reverie.

Gothika:  "Oh, I'm sorry… yeah, ten minutes should be fine… I can then rinse off and get dressed again…  I'll try to hurry…"

Darknyss nods and backs out of door, but stays a moment as she watches her friend hold out her hand to the next girl.  The young woman adds a little extra swing to her hips as she moves forward and steps over the lip of the shower.  She unzips her dress and slides it off of her body slowly, then hangs it up on the back of the shower, lifting her hair up from one side of her neck and tilting it to the side.  She watches as Gothika leans in and sniffs along the girl's neck and growls softly.

Gothika:  "Mmmm, peaches…  you're simply delectable…"

Gothika slides her hand up the back of the girl's neck and gets a firm grip on her then pulls her into her chest roughly and slides her tongue along the girl's neck slowly.

Gothika:  "How sweet… this is your first time… I can tell…  I do so love fresh meat…"

Gothika leans her head back, letting an evil laugh bubble up from her throat.  The girl starts to struggle a bit, clearly frightened, but Gothika's grip on her body only lets her barely shake in her grip.  Her eyes go wide as she watches Gothika's fangs slowly extend to their full length, glinting sharply in the light and the girl starts to whimper.   When she sees Gothika's eyes, she is finally able to find her voice and lets out an frightened squeak, just before Gothika's fangs strike.  A small splash of red jets out against the wall of the shower and Gothika wraps her lips over the girls flesh.  The sucking sound reverberates through the bathroom and the girls whimpering turns to soft moans and her whole body trembles with fear as Gothka's moans of pleasure increase.  She wraps an arm around the girl's waist and pulls her closer, then reaches out with the other hand and throws the curtain closed.  Darknyss backs up out of the bathroom slowly and she trembles visibly, shaking her head slightly.  She literally jumps  in the air when Raynin taps her on the shoulder, and shrieks a bit.  She puts her hand over her heart when she sees her friend, then wipes her forehead slowly.

Darknyss:  "Don't DO that!!!"

Raynin's eyebrows go up in surprise and she looks around.

Raynin:  "What?  I thought you'd like to know that the first girls are feeling better and are headed out.  So, I'm popping into the other side of the bathroom to get ready."

Darknyss puts a hand out and stops her before she can step to the bathroom door.

Darknyss:  "Um… you may want to just wait until she's through…"

Raynin swallows audibly and nods slowly.

Raynin:  "Um… ok…  well, I guess it's a good thing I'd already done most of the getting ready… I really just have to change my clothes."

Darknyss nods and reaches over to beside the couch and hands Raynin her bag.

Darknyss:  "Yeah… I'm not going back into that bathroom for a while… even if I have to go… I think I'll hold it."

Raynin shrugs and pulls her shirt off, tossing it onto the couch, then kicks off her shoes and pulls down her pants, displaying her dark blue lace bra and boy shorts.  She unzips her bag and starts pulling out her gear, pulling on her knee pads as the cameraman takes a step back to get a clear view of every move she makes until Darknyss steps up between them and points to the door.  You can hear the cameraman starting to protest as she backs him up and out of the door, slamming it shut.




Later that night…

A stagehand walks up and knocks on the door to the Fallen's dressing room.  Gothika opens it with a more up beat look on her face.  The stagehand hold up 5 fingers as a call comes in on his radio and he walks away.  Gothika opens the door and beckons into the room to her friends.  The trio of Angels come out of the room and shut the door.  They stand in a circle and Darknyss nods slowly to her friends.

Darknyss:  "This is it… Go time… Time to put up or shut up…  Now.. let's go out there and show these chicks why we're the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Champions."

She puts her hand out and Raynin and Gothika both pile their hand on top.   Darknyss looks at Gothika and smirks.

Darknyss:  "Time to unleash the monsters…"

Raynin grins evilly and nods slowly.

Raynin:  "Hoorah!!"

The Angels of the Fallen all turn and start to head down the hallway towards the ring as the scene fades out...

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Time: August 7, 2013…  11:30 PM…  

Place:  Las vegas, Nevada… On Raynin's training floor...
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She knew it was late, but she didn’t care.  She’d needed just a little bit of time alone to herself so she could think about things, and this was the best place to do it.

She’d come to her friend’s training floor to spend some time in the steam room by herself.  She knew no one would be around, so she didn’t bother with wrapping the towel around herself.  The steam hid all of the parts that it needed to hide as she laid on the warm stone on her stomach.  The womanly swells and curves of her body held just enough mystery within the fog for what was deemed acceptable at the SCW for viewing.  She’d soaked and relaxed herself to the point where she could now say what was on her mind.

“MIsty, Misty, Misty…  I have to say I’m thoroughly anticipating our meeting in the ring at the Pay Per View.  Summer Xxxtreme will be that moment in time where you will look into my eyes and see your destruction staring you in the face.  For so long, you’ve held yourself as being better than everyone else… So much so that when you actually lose to someone, you get unnerved… you come unhinged… And let’s face it… I’m intrigued to see just how unhinged you will become once Raynin and I wipe the floor with you and your partner to retain our titles.  You see…  the one thing you lack is that which is fueling my rage these last few weeks… It’s what kept me from having someone I’ve come to care about at my side… And that’s hunger.  You don’t’ hunger for these titles. . They’r just something to catch your eye.  They’re not the prize you truly seek, and you’re partnered with someone you know in the ring as well as Adam’s cat while I…  I am partnered with my friend.  Someone I’ve worked with and trained with for well over a year now.  Someone who knows me extremely well.  Someone who has just as much of a reason to see your downfall as I do.  So as you can see, the odds are stacked against you pretty heavily.”

She runs a finger through her hair and stretches catlike, raising her hips into the air as she brings her head down between her shoulders and stretches her back.  Her body is all muscle and sinew but softly curved in just the right places.  And with the thickness of the steam, you get just the shape of her body… the fluff of the fog just thick enough to obscure the necessary bits.  She lowers herself back down to the stone shelf and sighs softly.

"Odette, Odette, Odette… And you my dear… you’re so hell bent on doing anything to have gold again it’s rather pathetic.  You’re as bad as Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall are… just doing anything and everything you can to try to have gold around your waist.  Even teaming with someone you can’t stand, just so you can be a Champion again… But you picked the wrong Champions to target my dear…  The Bombshell Tag Team Championships are not going to end up your newest trophy, and all you are going to end up with is my and my partner’s boots so far down your throat you’ll be crapping the gunk off the soles of our boots for weeks.”

She lifts a bottle of water to her lips, taking a few swallows slowly, then sighs licking her lips gently.

“Mmmm…  Truth be told… I’ve been keeping myself completely sated these past few weeks.  I’ve been feeding and feeding and feeding and the fact of the matter is… I just still keep wanting more.  And I just don’t know why I am still hungry, even though I’m full.  But the more I think about it… The more I come to the realization of this… My hunger didn’t start to build until I tasted you in the ring Misty.  Mmmm…  Your essence… your life force… That red you’ve got flowing through your veins is so delicious… and made all the more intensely delectable when laced with your fear.  I cant’ wait to taste you again Misty… And I will be tasting you very soon.  I will relish your fear.  I will feast upon your fear and drink down your very life essence before either I or my partner finally pin your shoulders to the mat for the one, the two and the three.  And I will enjoy each and every moment of it.  Oh and don’t think you won’t come out of this match unscathed Odette. You will feel my fangs as well.”

She runs a hand through her hair again and laughs wickedly.

“Be prepared my dears.  Both of you will come to FEED MY NEED!!”

She blows a kiss at the camera and the steam swirls up to cover the shot once more, then it fades out…


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 Things had gotten bad for her… very bad…  Even as she tried to stop herself from dipping into the depths of the darkness within her, she simply couldn't stop the hunger from taking over.  IT was a primal force within her, and biological in nature… even if it was fueled by intense feelings and emotions.

Gothika was standing in the shower, her form clouded from the shoulders down by the thick fog that formed on the glass of the shower wall.  But there was enough light coming from within the shower to display her silhouette against the glass.  She leaned her head back and sighed heavily as she let the spray spill over her hair and down her body slowly.  Her curvaceous form looked sensual as she moved in the hot droplets falling on her form.  She tried so hard to stop herself.   Her mind knew she didn't want to do what she's been doing, but she simply can't stop herself sometimes.  Just like now… try as she might to forget what happened, she still thought about it.  She thought about the satisfaction and the intense pleasure she got when she did what she did.  She leaned her head forward and wrapped her arms around her chest as if she were cold, standing there under the spray of water so hot it's turning her flesh bright red.  She simply could not forget how good it felt to do what she did.  Try as she might, she simply could not stop her mind from going back to what happened a few weeks ago when she faced the self proclaimed ‘Queen of the Damned’, Misty.  She kept replaying that night over and over again in her mind…


{  She could remember the feeling that was running through her body during that match.  She’d spent her days with Argento, and her nights on the phone talking to him.  She’d not bothered to feed.  She’d not felt the need.  But that night… in the ring with Misty, something changed.  She’d felt something he hadn’t felt in months now.  That deep, burning, intense ache in her belly started to build from the moment the bell rang.   And once Misty had first pinned her, she could feel it mounting something fierce inside of her.

She remembered it so vividly… the colors flashing past her minds eye…  The lights above her as Misty tried to hold her down… The goose bumps that flooded her arms as she kicked out of the pin attempt, and the feeling of the adrenaline coursing through her veins as Misty put her in a modified Boston Crab.  Everyone thought that she'd cried out in pain, but it was frustration as her she realized that she'd put herself into a position that she didn't know if she could control.  Not what you're thinking… not the match…  She was flexible enough that most of her ex-boyfriends thought she was a gymnast, or a contortionist, so Misty's little modified Boston Crab did nothing more than just piss her off.  But the fact that as soon as the match started, and her own blood started flowing, she started to feel what she'd thought she'd had under control.  And now that she was in this exhilarating situation, it flared like a nuclear flash deep within her… The hunger… the blood lust… that desire to rip through flesh and get to the sweet stuff within….  That was what she was starting to get worried about.

She'd grabbed onto the ropes in hopes that she could get a moment to breathe and recuperate before she did something she didn't know if she could return from.  But Misty thought it was a moment of weakness and turned to yell at Drew, giving Gothika just enough time to regain her composure.  She still remembers the moment when things changed in her head.  She'd heard Misty's yell, and the crowd's reaction...

Misty: "Don’t make me bitch slap you the way Jasmine did!!!"
Crowd:  "*POP*"

The audience had started cheering Misty, and Gothika popped up to her feet and caught Misty sleeping with a Russian Leg Sweep, before climbing onto her chest and starting to throw fists.  It was then, as Misty threw her arms up to protect her face, and Gothika smelled it…  That smell that she'd been hoping she wouldn't smell during this match because she knew it would mean her control would be gone.  That smell signaled the activation of the hypothalamus…  the fight or flight gland…  the gland that let her know fear was at work on Misty's brain.  It's an interesting smell that's a mix of glucose, adrenaline, norepinephrine,  adrenocorticotropic hormone,  and corticotropin-releasing factor to mix with the sweat coming from the skin to become this heady mixture.  The scent to Gothika was like that of a plate of the best fried chicken, or a well cooked steak with garlic herbed potatoes to most other people…  She felt her saliva build up in her mouth and growled softly to herself as with one of the strikes she landed on Misty, she wiped a thin line of drool from her mouth.  She watched Misty's pupils dilate, and felt her muscles tense beneath each blow she struck.  In seconds, she saw the goosebumps that were prickling Misty's flesh, and heard her heartbeat start to pick up the pace above the norm for a match, and it was simply too much for her to take.  She was just so dag blasted hungry!!  With a howl brought on from her having to keep herself in check for so long, she'd latched herself onto Misty's neck, sinking her fangs into her flesh, and with the first splash of the sweet essence to fill her mouth, she knew she would be lost to it.  Her eyesight had become tinged with the red of the life force flooding her senses and it was all she could do to keep herself from ripping Misty's throat out.  As if from down a long tune, she heard the reaction of the crowd as they clamored for more… their emotions pushing her to suck harder and pull more on the sweet red coming from Misty's veins.

Simone:  OH! The Vampyric Angel, Gothika is really showing her nature now, and Misty is screaming out in pain!
Adams:  Drew almost doesn’t want to pull her off of Misty after the stunt our “Queen” just pulled on him, but I don’t think Mark and Christian need that kind of a law suit against them.

Deep within that tunnel, she'd heard Drew counting, but just didn't care.  She'd felt him trying to pull her off of Misty, and even though they thought it was their actions that got her off, it wasn't.  She'd been praying to herself that she could stop.

'Dear Lord in Heaven, I don't know if I can stop myself!!  Please… I need to get control!!  I need to stop this!!  If I don't… I don't know what I might end up doing!!  Come on Gothika…  Get control!!'

She finally found the strength to let go and watched Misty scurry over to the corner of the ring.  But watching Misty cower in the ring, looking more and more like prey just lit the fire in her belly.  She knew she needed more.  That's when she spotted the red head on the mat apron.  Ruby had started arguing with Drew and she'd been drawn to her like a moth to a flame.  She didn't even remember what the argument was about.  All she can remember was sitting there, screaming back at the heated disciple of the woman she'd just bit, and felt the hunger build and build until all she saw was red.  She'd felt herself duck a wildly thrown punch, then grab onto Ruby's neck and again she felt the piercing of soft flesh by her fangs, and the sweet splashing of the red stuff into her mouth.  She'd heard Drew yelling at her to stop, almost as loud as she'd been screaming at herself.  She finally pulls her mouth from Ruby's throat and hissed at Drew.  She knew her face was a mask of blood and gore, but deep down in the core of her, she didn't really care.  She could hear Ruby screaming and fighting against her grip, and she didn't care.  All she wanted was another taste of the red. What got her attention though was when Ruby managed to slip out of her grip and slide down to the arena floor.  Only half of her brain heard the commentators comments.

Adams:  Maybe Ruby has learned her lesson about getting involved in matches, do ya think?
Simone:  It is very doubtful, Jason. But maybe she learned a lesson about stepping up to Gothika…

She didn't care about the fact that the match was still going on.  She'd thrown her head back and licked her lips, savoring the sweet taste of the red still left there.  She wanted to rub her hands in it… smear it across her face, then roll around on the floor in a sated blissful state, but to do that, she had to get more.  Her hunger was becoming insistent, and it was clouding her mind.  She heard Darknyss shouting at her to get her mind back into the match, but what everyone didn't realize was the look of concern on her face wasn't for the match, but for the other people in and around the ring.  Darknyss had seen her like this before.  Darknyss had noticed the red ring starting to form around the outside of Gothika's already bright blue irises.  The difference is striking if you have the chance pay attention to it.  Darknyss had witnessed before the carnage that Gothika could affect on an unsuspecting group of people when the bloodlust hit full force.  She knew that once Gothika's eyes started to burn bright red, almost as if her eyes were lit by an inner flame, that there was no bringing her back from the edge.  She knew that Gothika was so totally distracted by the taste in her mouth, that there would be no controlling the situation unless it ended quickly, and she could get her friend out somewhere that she could truly feed.

The rest of the match was practically a blur to her.  Misty thought that she was fighting to win the match, but in truth, Gothika was fighting for a chance to get her fangs on MIsty's throat again.  It wasn't until Misty started to choke Gothika out that she actually was able to come to herself.  She knew that if she let this draw out any further, that she would do something that in the end, she'd do something that she simply wouldn't be able to come back from.  And so, she did the one thing that she could do.  She played possum, and when Gothika locked on The Queen's Punishment, she tapped out.  She didn't have a desire to be in that match anymore, and she knew that if she didn't give up now…  Who knows what she might have done.  She watched Misty prance her way up the ramp, and coiled herself up in the ring like a snake getting ready to strike.  Her mind was telling her one thing, but the hunger… It was pushing for more.  Her mind was screaming…

'IT'S OVER!!  IT'S OVER!!  C'EST FINI!!'

But her hunger was screaming something completely different…

'DON'T JUST SIT THERE AND LET A MEAL LIKE THAT GET AWAY!!  GO GET HER!!  RIP HER HEAD OFF AND DRINK HER DRY!!  YOU CAN'T LET ALL OF THAT RED JUST PRANCE AWAY FROM YOU LIKE THAT!!'

She felt her friends come into the ring, and it was all she could do to stop herself from latching onto one of them like a lamprey on a stray piece of flesh.  She was wound so tightly that after she bailed out of the ring, and a stagehand tried to slip past her to get to the commentator's table, she literally growled and snapped at him.  She would have grabbed him if her friends hadn't each grabbed an arm and forcibly drug her from the ringside.  She snarled and snapped at them and anyone else who got within spitting distance like a rabid dog, drooling at the mouth.  Pussy Willow had sidled up to try and get a last minute interview, but as soon as Gothika turned those red ringed eyes to her, she shrieked and ran the other way as fast as she could on her clear hooker heels.  

Upon getting back to the dressing room, She took one look at Argento, and it was all she could do not to pounce him like a cat on a mouse.  Raynin yelled out at him.

"When did she last feed Man?!!!"

Argento shrugged and shook his head.

"She said she didn't want to feed from me.  She said she wanted us to work out our relationship status before she started to feed from me again…  It's been at least a month since the last time I actually saw her feed.  Why?"

Gothika turned to Darknyss and almost keened in hunger.  Her eyes were reaching that state of almost no return and she barely had any sanity left.  She let out a pained whisper.

"Help me!!  I'm so hungry!!!"

She broke loose from her friend's grip and launched herself at Argento, fingers hooked like claws, her fangs fully extended…  pink saliva dripping from them, looking like a beast from out of a horror movie….  And she catches her reflection in a mirror behind Argento.  He's so shocked by what he's seeing, he is just standing there, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.  She lets out a pained moan and suddenly balls herself up, crouching down on the balls of her feet.  Raynin and Darknyss move to touch her and make sure she's ok, when Gothika suddenly bursts from between them, and out the door at a full run.  They all try to give chase, but she is suddenly out the door of the arena and out on the streets of Las Vegas.  


Her friends didn't know what had happened after that… She'd spent the rest of the night out at a feeding ground, gorging herself over and over again, until after she'd gone through seven willing donors, leaving them barely able to stand, she was finally sated.  She'd wanted to go back to find her friends, and Argento and apologize, but she simply couldn't.  She couldn't look them in the eye.  Now here it was, three weeks later, and she's still haunted by what she'd done.  She was still haunted… not because she was afraid she would do it again… but by the knowledge that because of the hunger within her, she WOULD do it again.  There was no stopping it… and she'd been trying like hell to get her mind accustomed to that fact.  But she simply couldn't look at her friends and have them seeing her as a monster.  

She turned off the water and wraps a towel around her body before she walks out to the locker room and sees her friends sitting there smiling at her.  Darknyss holds out a thermos to her with a chuckle.

"Sorry D.  I know we can't seem to stop ourselves from saying what comes to our minds sometimes.  Peace offering?"

Gothika walks over and takes the thermos from her hand and nods.  She hears her phone chime with a text message and slides open the phone.  She sees a text message from Argento.

“I accept you for who and what you are…  All of you… Fangs and all.  I don’t care if you see yourself as a monster because I don’t.  Go out there, and do what you do best. I will be here when you’re ready to talk.  M…”

She locks the phone back up and sets it back in the locker and lifts the thermos to her lips, taking a deep long swallow.  As she does, a drip of red slides down the corner of her li ps.  She growls softly at the taste, then lets her tongue slip out to grab it quickly.  She looks from one of her friends to the other and smiles wickedly, her fangs covered in the red stuff.  

“I think it’s time for us to truly embrace our inner monsters ladies.  Let’s go show Laura Jackson and Joanne Canelli what it means to face the beast within.  They will Feed My Need, and I will revel in it!!”

Gothika turns up the thermos and drains it, then hisses at the cameraman who turns and runs out of the dressing room as quickly as he can…  



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 Event: Into the Void II     DATE: Sunday, 06/23/2013

Place: San Diego, California   Venue: RIMAC Arena

Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM TITLE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Opponent: With Raynin vs Vixen and Jessie Salco  


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Into the Void II is fast approaching, and there's more marbles on the table than chips at the casino for this pay per view.  Mark Ward Jr. and Christian Underwood have put controlling interest in the company that they've built from the ground up on the line, along with every title being defended.  They've decided to put the Angels of the Fallen up against a team that they've faced once before, and whooped soundly.  I guess Vixen and Jessie Salco have that 'try, try again' attitude going because they keep coming back for more.  Will Jessie's brother, Jake Salco be a deciding factor in the match?  Or will Vixen's fizzling flame with Spike Staggs be a deciding factor?  Will Darknyss finally get the chance to get her hands on Jake for trying to punk out the Angel of the Darkk on Climax Control?  Tensions are rising…  Angels are on the warpath…  And things heat up as the Pay Per View fast approaches.  What will happen next?  Let's find out…


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The sun hangs in the sky like a large glowing orange, begging for someone to take a bite out of it's sweet juicy center as it starts to drop towards the horizon, and the end of the day.  It's one of those sunsets where the surround sky is reflecting the sunlight, making it look like rainbow sherbet and the clouds are the whipped cream that turns it into a sweet sundae.  You just want to get a spoon and dip out a big bowl of it.  The reflection of the sun on the surf is slightly marred and skewed from the oncoming waves and the foam of the sea, but it adds just enough of a difference for you to be able to determine where the sea ends and the sky begins off in the distance.  It looks like the sea just drops right off of the edge of the earth.  It's one of those days that lets you know how our ancestors would have believed that the world was flat.

The line of the sea's vastness is occasionally marred by the sight of a stray surfer who's trying to get in a few last swells before the sun sinks below the horizon, and the moon rises to claim the kingdom of the heavens, as Artemis on her swan driven chariot chases her brother Aries with his chariot of flaming winged horses back towards Mount Olympus.  A few couples have walked along the edge of the sea after enjoying a day at the beach, and you can even see a few seagulls winging down to the sea's spray to snatch up a fish or two for a late night snack.

On the rocks of a jetty sits a lone familiar figure sits on a blanket that's spread over the top of a large outcropping.  The Vampyric Angel is sitting just far enough so that the incoming surf won't catch her with its spray as she looks out over the water.  She's rolled up the hem of her black denim blue jeans almost to her knees and she's taken off her black leather boots, which are sitting on the rocks behind her.  Her bare feet are resting on the cool stone, her knees drawn up to her chest as she keeps looking out over the water.  She's deep in thought as she lays her cheek against her folded forearms.  There's a light sprinkling of sand covering her arms which are exposed from the black string bikini top she's wearing, that she brushes off absentmindedly as she sits and keeps looking at the water, deep in thought.  Gothika sighs heavily and reaches up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear as the wind picks up and blows it across her face.  She doesn't even notice the goosebumps that are prickling her skin as she sits until she suddenly feels the weight of cloth dropping over her shoulders, and she jumps startled, spinning around to see Argento standing behind her, placing a light blue jean jacket over her shoulders.  She sighs and shakes her head as she looks at him, sporting a pair of jeans that match the jacket, and one of The Fallen's t-shirts.

"What are you doing here Michael?"

Argento reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out an iPhone, and holds it up to display the 'find my friends' app and shrugs.

"I missed you, and when I saw you were nearby, I thought I'd come and see how beautiful you looked by the sea at sunset.  And I have to admit, you didn't disappoint.  Mind if I sit?"

As Argento grins wickedly, Gothika sighs and moves over on the blanket for him to sit, then turns slightly so it's easier to see him sitting behind her.  She raises an eyebrow as she looks at him and smirks.

"You called Lady and Raynin to find out where I was didn't you."

Argento nods and shrugs.

"Yeah… yes I did."

She licks her lips and chuckles softly.

"And you've been driving around along the coast trying to find me ever since you found out where I was going haven't you."

Argento blushes and gives her a sheepish grin and nods slowly.

"Yes… yes I have been.  But can you blame me?  I haven't seen you in a few weeks except for those few moments at Darknyss's birthday party.  And even then you were still kind of cold to me… Ever since..."

Gothika growls softly under her breath, interrupting him.

"Ever since your sister saw fit to hit me in the face with an ice cream cake on a metal stand and knock me out.  I swear, the only reason why I didn't rip her head off was because she was your sister."

Argento blushes again and ducks his head down, rub the back of his neck with a sideways smirk.

"Yeah… I'm sorry about all of that.  Thank you for not really hurting her."

Gothika shrugs and waves her hand absently.

"Don't mention it.  It is what it is.  Your sister was after some quick cash, and she used me to get it.  Had it been Vixen or Jessie Salco, they wouldn't have gotten off so luckily.  Hell, they wouldn't have gotten out of that bathroom.  I'd have used them for a plunger and left them laid out on the ground.  You know, it's been a long time since I found someone who truly just enjoys getting their ass kicked by me and my friends in the ring.  We had this one group  back in the AWO that reminds me a lot of these two chicks.  They kept trying and trying, but one of them would never truly put any serious effort into it.   Sound like someone we both know?"

Argento leans his head back, thinking, then nods slowly.

"Yeah… Vixen…  I've noticed she's like some ping pong ball on speed… bouncing from one place to the next… One minute, she's trying to take this one's title, then next, she's got some new partner and is coming after you guys.  I'm wondering why that is."

Gothika brushes some flecks of sand from her jeans and leans her head back in the dying sunlight.

"I bet it's because of Jessie Salco.  I swear, sometimes she reminds me of a bungling Naruto Uzomaki.  You know… where in the end, he overcomes his obstacles, when it comes to us, she just runs straight at the brick wall face first instead of using her chakra to try to run up it."

Argento nods slowly, but he has an almost vacant look in his eyes.  Gothika chuckles and raises an eyebrow at him.

"And you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about do you."

Argento keeps nodding slowly.

"Of course I don't.  What's a Nazuti Uromako?"

Gothika throws her head back and laughs heavily.

"It's an anime silly.  I've always been something of a nerd about anime.  You should see me and the girls… Saturday nights, we normally sit up after we go to the club and vegetate on anime and chili cheese fries."

Argento leans forward and puts a hand on her shoulder and strokes it gently.

"Well, I can't wait to someday be able to sit up and have you explain everything to me."

Gothika flinches away from his touch and Argento frowns.

"Why do you do that?"

Gothika shakes her head and breathes deeply.

"I told you why.  You being my blood doll was just for that one night, and so that I could protect you."

He frowns and shakes his head.

"That's bullshit and you know it.  Now I know you feel something for me.  I can see it in your eyes when you look at me sometimes.  It's this longing… it's a…"

She interrupts him quickly.

"It's a hunger.  Yes, I find you very appealing, but along the way that you might look at a ribeye steak, or a big slab of bacon.  Is that how you want for me to see you?  As a really tasty snack?"

Argento takes a deep breath and moves to speak but Gothika holds up a hand to stop him.

"Just stop before you even answer that.  Cause I know what you're going to say."

His frown is so deep on his face that his brow is furrowed deeply and the look in his eyes is dark and heavy.

"That what you're saying is still complete and utter bullshit."

She sighs heavily and moves to stand and walk away, but he grabs her arms and pulls her down onto his lap and wraps his arms around her holding her tightly.

"No!!  You got to say what you wanted, and now you're about to hear what the hell I have to say!!"

Gothika's eyes turn that eerie ice blue color and she starts to struggle against him, but you can tell it's truly a weak struggle and she suddenly just stops and turns curious eyes towards him.

"You're right… I should allow you to say what you think.  So go on and talk."

He swallows thickly and takes a deep breath before he speaks.

"I know there's more to it than just that.  You do have feelings for me.  I saw it when we were finally on our date before Lili ruined things.  I felt it when you fed off of me.  I fed it when I first met you and touched your hand…  I know my blood is delicious to you.  And I know that isn't the only thing that appealed to you.  I can see it.  I can sense it."

Gothika's body is visibly starting to tremble in his arms and she lifts a quivering hand up to grip his bicep almost weakly.

"I'm not going to lie…  I do find you… all around intriguing…  But it can never be.  It simply can't work out."

Argento's voice wavers as he asks her a single word question…

"Why?"

Gothika lowers her face, trying to hide it behind her hair as she licks her lips slowly, revealing the hint of fang that's hiding behind her lips.

"Because…  Every time I get close to someone, I end up destroying them.  Every man that I love, they either accuse me of ending their career because I can out wrestle them, or I intimidate them to the point where they say I stop them from advancing in what they're doing.  Or I simply drain them physically to the point where they have to stop wrestling, or doing what they want to do.  So you see…  Being my blood doll won't help you.  And being what you want to be, which is my boyfriend won't help you either.  So it's best not to even start."

He opens his mouth to speak and Gothika leans in and kisses him softly on the lips, but as the kiss starts to lengthen, it starts to get more and more passionate.  Argento pulls her closer, his hands sliding up to the back of her neck as soft moans escape both of their lips.  Her soft moans turn to low soft growls as their passions mount.  He suddenly gasps and yelps a soft 'wow' and pulls back a bit, and she pulls away quickly, gasping as she brings her fingers to her lips.  When she pulls them away, she sees the small bubble of red that is decorating her fingertips, and she looks up at him with a look of horror and sadness as she sees the bubble came from a small nip she'd done to his bottom lip with her fangs.  She shakes her head and starts to struggle against his grip, this time putting true effort into it.

"No!  Let me go!!  Please, just let me go Michael!!"

But he won't let her go and shakes his head slowly.

"NO!  I won't!  I won't let you go when you're finally letting me in!!"

She ceases her struggling and just looks at him with tears filling her eyes.

"Don't you see?  I'm poison!!  I'm a beast!!  I'm a freak and a monster, and all you will end up doing is hurting yourself by staying around me!!"

He shakes his head and licks away the small bead of red from his bottom lip gently.

"This was nothing!  It was just a love bite!  I know you wouldn't ever hurt me!"

She suddenly puts her hand on his chest and pushes him back hard.  His grip immediately is broken and she stands with a fluid grace in a single motion, bringing him up and off of his feet by his shirt collar with her as she stands slowly.  As she looks up into his eyes, her fangs have dropped completely and she's hissing in anger and sadness.

"You don't know WHAT  I will do to you!!  Don't you get it?  You're food to me!!  I can't control it because to my body, YOU ARE FOOD!!!  How do you expect a wolf to stop when he's in the henhouse and the hens offer their necks up to him?  I am a monster!  I am a hunter, and just like Vixen and Jessie Salco, YOU ARE MEAT TO ME!!  THAT'S ALL, JUST SIMPLY MEAT FOR THE BEAST!!"

She lets him go and he stumbles and is about to go over the outcropping to the jagged rocks below, but she snakes out a hand, grabbing his shirt again and steadies him on the rocks.  He looks down at her and you can tell that there's something he wants to say, but the look of desperation and sadness in her eyes stop him from saying a word.  As a single tear starts to escape down her cheek.  She quickly leans over and grabs her things and brushes past him, leaping from boulder to boulder to like a gazelle until she's back near the sand.  She sits and uses the blanket to wipe any additional sand from her feet and slips her socks and boots back onto her feet.  As she's tying them up and buckling them down, Argento has reached the edge of the sand as well.  She slips out of his jacket and holds it out to him for him to take.  As he does, he snags her hand and tries to pull her into his arms again.  When she doesn't budge, he walks around her and wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her forehead gently.

"You're not a monster to me Gothika.  And no matter what, I trust you… even if you don't trust yourself."

He leans down and kisses her softly once more as the tears finally spill down her cheeks silently.  It takes everything in her willpower not to kiss him back, but in the end, she can't help it and returns the kiss.  He reaches up and strokes her cheek gently with his fingertips.

"You might be a monster to your opponents… A demon spawned straight out of hell to torment them inside of the ring… But to me… You are an angel.  And that is what you will always be."

Gothika sniffs as he wipes her tears away with his fingertips, then kisses away the new ones that are spilling down her cheek.  Her arms snake around his waist and she holds onto him fiercely.  He smiles down at her.

"I won't give up on you.  Okay?  I've told you… from the moment that you met me, that was it.  You think you're alone, but deep down, you're not.  You're not the only one who has suffered, or felt the pain of loss.  We're more alike than you think.  Just…  Just give me the chance to prove it to you.  That's all I'm asking… just one chance."

She sniffs again and wipes her eyes and nods slowly.

"Maybe…  just… just maybe."

With that, she leans up and kisses him softly once more, then walk off towards her motorcycle that's waiting in the parking lot.  She slips on her helmet as she starts the bike, does a quick donut and speeds off as she leaves Argento standing there on the edge of the sand, smiling happily.

"She said maybe!!"

He whoops and pumps his fist in the air happily, jumping and clicking his heels together.

"Yeah baby!!  She said maybe!!  I'm wearing you down Gothika!!  I'm wearing you DOOOOOWWWWNNN!!"

He starts to walk towards the parking lot as the scene turns back towards the incoming surf and the shot fades out to the setting of the sun.

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 Event: Into the Void II     DATE: Sunday, 06/23/2013

Place: San Diego, California   Venue: RIMAC Arena

Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM TITLE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Opponent: With Gothika vs Vixen and Jessie Salco  


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Raynin shakes her head, trying to ignore the sound as it starts off soft, and slowly starts to get louder.   She clears her throat before she keeps speaking.

"But with all of the bullshit that Jessie Salco is spewing, you don't have to worry about Jake.  In the end, he won't even have a chance to step into the ring.  I'm personally going to shove my foot so far down her throat that she's going to be crapping shoe leather for weeks after I'm done with her.  I swear, she's like some kind of masochist or something.  I've personally whooped her ass twice so far, and all that Drew did was save her from an even worse beat down than what I we actually gave her.  She's truly a space case! She truly believes that she's wearing us down.  She's like one of those crazy chihuahuas that thinks that if they yip yip yip loud enough at the big dogs who are walking by their yard, that they're actually intimidated.  Well, I'm going to burst her little rat-dog yippin' bubble really damned hard at the pay per view.  She thinks that just because she busted my lip open at Climax Control that she was doing something special.  All she did was spark that fighting instinct within me.  And let's face it… when that instinct is running wild in me…  Everyone who tries to stand against me better beware."

In her mind, she can hear the whistling getting louder and louder.  And then the whispering starts.

{  'Awww…  How cute!  You truly believe that it'sssss you who controlsssss you when that fighting insssssstinct is sssssswitched on.  That'sssss not your fighting insssssstinct my dear.  That issss me trying to have myself a little bit of fun.'  }

Raynin's left eye twitches again and she continues to try to ignore the whispering in her ear as she spreads the antibiotic ointment on Darknyss's knuckles, then starts to wrap the gauze around her fists.

"And let's not even get started on Vixen.  She's so pissed off that she still hasn't gotten her chance to get the Bombshell Championship again, that she's just looking for any chance she can to hold gold.  She's like some sick vulture just trying to pick off anyone and everyone that she can to get her hands on gold.  But little does she know, we're not just anyone.  We're the hunters, and she's the prey.  And all that's going to happen is, she's going to step into the ring with a couple of truly pissed off females who are going to use her for a punching bag.  Vixen may think she's walking out with our Bombshell Tag Team Championships, but the fact of the matter is…  she's not worthy of holding them.  She hasn't put in the time, nor the effort it takes to try and stand against the likes of us.  Besides which, she's so busy partner hopping to try and find someone… ANYONE who is even WILLING to step into the ring against us, she can't form the kind of bond it takes to become a truly effective tag team… let alone a team that could stand against the Angels of the Fallen."

As she’s speaking, the whistling starts up again in her mind, and Raynin finally can’t take it.  She throws her head back and screams.

“Stop the damned whistling!!!”


Darknyss looks around and raises an eyebrow at Raynin.

“Um… no one is whistling…”

Raynin is about to say something, but she’s just finished wrapping up Darknyss’s hands, and her friend just shakes her head.

“Don’t worry about it Raynin.  We’re all on edge about this up coming match.  I’m actually looking forward to it.  Look, we’ve still got a lot of work to do, so let’s get back to it.”


Raynin puts her hand on Darknyss’s shoulder.

“Wait… what about your hands?”

Gothika chuckles and shakes her head.

“A little blood has never stopped us from doing what needs to be done in the past, and it’s not about to start now.  Let’s go.  We’ve got a new move to work on.”


The trio of women all start to walk towards the ring area.  As they do, Raynin starts to whistle that familiar song again…


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 Event: CLIMAX CONTROL      DATE: Sunday, 05/19/2013

Place: San Francisco, California   Venue: War Memorial Gymnasium

Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH  

Opponent:  With Raynin,  vs Mystrey Opponents  



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So what do you know….  Still Champions….  Even after a brutal match in a steel cage teamed with two people that they don't exactly see eye to eye with, and against four people who were out for their blood, the trio of Angels managed to continue to soar high and retain their Bombshell Tag Team Championships!   In the process, they helped Necra Octavian Kain win the Bombshell Roulette Championship.  Meh… Turnabout is fair play, so you have to give something to get something.  But now, the Angels of the Fallen have a new opponent to face for their Championships.   Only they don't have the foggiest idea just who it might be.   Mystery oponents…  The only mystery will be how badly The Angels of the Fallen will try to punish these Mystery Opponents…  But in the interim, what new events will unfold for the Rebellious Angel, the Vampyric Angel, and the Angel of the Darkk?  Let's find out…

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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: May 13, 2013...  12:30 PM...

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada… Sin City Wrestling Headquarters...
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It was just after lunch, and the halls of the Sin City Wrestling Headquarters building was filled with the sounds of empty wrappers being balled up, empty paper bags sailing through the air as people tried to make baskets with the trashcans, and empty or half empty carryout containers being closed up to head either for the trash or the refrigerator for the next day.  You could hear the random burp accompanied by a sip through a straw, or even a contented sigh of a full belly flitting down the hallways from behind closed doors.  Not everyone got to take their lunch at that time though, and she was one of those who was the exception.

Her bleached blonde hair hung around her shoulders in a messy curly style, and her blue contacts would randomly cause her to scratch her eyes, as she tried to arch her back and push out the assets that God and Doctor Trivillian gave her…  One for free, and one for about twenty thousand dollars that she's still paying off. She was sitting at the desk outside of Mr. Ward's office, chewing and popping her gum, nail file in hand as she tried to straighten up the absolutely sloppy job that the stupid girl at the nail shop did with her hands.  Even though, to any one else, her nails looked immaculate, for her, she could feel the stray lump of imperfection along the edge of her solar nails, and that simply would not do.  Her badge shows the name, 'Kendra', and she actually did the duck face for her picture.  She just new she could have modeled if it hadn't been for that one pimple she'd gotten when she was taking her head shots when she was younger.  She sat there with her headset on her ear, filing away at her nails, basically ignoring the ringing phone until she felt that they'd waited long enough to truly warrant talking to her, then she would answer, gracing that person with the sound of her voice.  She thought she sounded like a songbird…  But to everyone else, she sounded like Tweetie Bird with Fran Dresher's nasally gravelly tone.  She rolled her eyes as she answered the phone.

"Mark Ward's office, please hold…"

She didn't even put the person on hold, just hung up the phone as she frowned.

"Don't they know that I'm busy?!!  GAH!!  Why won't this phone stop ringing??!!"

Her own cell phone rings, and she doesn't hesitate to answer it, frowning as she keeps filing her nails.

"Hey girl!…  Working like a slave here at this stupid place.  I swear…  I'm doing so much, I should frankly run this place in a week…  I know I'm just a temp for now, but this guy is sure to hire me…  Yeah, some old wrestling guy…  I don't' know…  He's kinda cute for an old guy, but let's face it…  He's no Ace Baldwin…  Yeah, he does work here.  Why the hell do you think I took this job?  To actually impress someone?!  Hell no!  I wanted the chance to meet one of those fine ass wrestlers and snag myself a baby daddy so I don't have to do this bull shit anymore."

The phone rings again, and she rolls her eyes and sighs heavily.

"Like oh my GOD!! This phone just won't stop ringing!!  Hang on Trisha, I have to get this..."

She puts her phone to her chest, then presses the button for the office phone and clears her throat.

"Mark Ward's office, please hold…  I don't care if you've been holding for an hour.  He's busy on the other line right now…  I don't know exactly what he's doing… He's doing…  wrestling work stuff…  A message?…"

She sighs annoyed and rolls her eyes.

"Sure, I can take a message…  Yes I've got a pen and a piece of paper…"

She rustles some papers around like she's about to write something down, then picks up her nail file again.

"Ok, go ahead…  uh huh…  uh uh….  Previously booked…  sold out… yeah, I'm getting all of this…  Is that it?…  Ok, I'll get him the message.  Thank you."

She rolls her eyes and slams the phone back down on the cradle, picking her cell phone back up and putting it to her ear making a disgusted sound.

"GAH!!  I swear!!  Some people just don't understand how hard it is to do this job."

Just then, a shadow falls over her and she sighs exasperatedly again.  She doesn't even look up from her nails as she speaks sarcastically, waving the nail file around.

"Mr. Ward is in a meeting right now and doesn't wish to be disturbed.  There's a notepad right there that you can write down a note and I'll make sure he gets it.  Thanks."

The shadow doesn't move and she rolls her eyes again before she turns towards the person standing in front of her.

"Look, did you not just hear what I said??!!"

She suddenly stops and slowly lets her eyes travel up the form of the person standing before her.  She takes in the leather pants and corset with the leather trench coat over it and finally stops at the cold ice blue eyes glaring down at her.  She rolls her eyes again and clucks her tongue.

"Listen, you can sit there and glare at me all you want.  It still won't change the fact that Mr. Ward doesn't want to be disturbed."

Gothika leans forward, bringing her fists down knuckles first on the hard wood desk so hard that it rattles everything and shifts it a few inches before it settles.  She frowns down at the oblivious young woman before she breathes deeply and lets it out slowly.

"You know…  At first I thought that Mark just might have been dodging my calls… But when I called to confirm our one o'clock meeting today and got hung up on, let's just say that it lit a bit of a fire under me to try and come early.  I was about to rip Mark a new ass hole for treating me that way… But now I see… it wasn't Mark…  It was you…"

She reaches down and flicks the girl's ID with her fingertip and chuckles slowly.  The girl frowns and covers her ID with her hand.

"Hey!!"

Gothika smirks evilly.

"Kendra…  cute…  So it was you who thought that I didn't need to speak to Mark."

The girl slams the nail file down on the table and starts to stand slowly.

"Look…  you two bit weirdo with the fetish for black leather…  I already told you that Mr. Ward isn't taking any visitors because he's busy in a meeting.  So why would I let you talk on the phone to him?  You don't even have a lick of fashion sense!!"

Gothika stands up slowly and crosses her arms over her chest and lifts an eyebrow, looking down at the girl.

"First off…  I'm not weird.  I'm unique.  It's not my fault that you can't see it.   You simply lack the intellect and mental capacity to understand my genius and individuality.  Let alone my keen fashion sense which is inspired by those of my kind."

The girl smirks and leans back with a chuckle.

"Yeah, and just what is your kind per se?  Those allergic to color?  Or, let me guess… you're one of those angsty goth and vampire kids."

Gothika throws her head back and laughs heavily.

"Yeah… something like that.  Now, be a good girl and announce me."

The girl chuckles and picks up her nail file and sits back down, filing her nails and picking up her phone, she starts to dial a phone number, ignoring Gothika.  A low growl starts to rumble in the throat of the vampyric woman, and her frown deepens until she leans over and pulls the nail file from the young girl's hand and tosses it across the room.  Kendra gets upset and jumps back up.

"HEY!!  How dare you do that?!!"

Gothika brings her fist down on the desk again and roars back.

"HOW DARE I?!!  HOW DARE YOU??!!  Do you have ANY IDEA who I am?"

Kendra goes and picks up her nail file and walks back over to the desk, slamming it back down on the desktop.

"If you don't leave, you'll be the person that I call security on!  Now just leave!!"

Gothika chuckles again and leans her head from side to side, cracking her neck slowly.

"Now see… Kendra… I simply can't do that."

Gothika leans over and taps on the compute screen, showing the time.

"You see…  I can't go away, because Mark ASKED ME TO BE HERE AT ONE YOU SAPPHIC IDIOT!!"

Kendra frowns and leans forward, getting closer to Gothika's face.

"What did you just call me?"

Gothika smirks and leans closer, her eyes flashing a brighter blue.

"Shall I spell it out for you?  Oh… wait… that's right… you can't spell those big thirty-two dollar words.  I need to bring it down to your level…."

Gothika leans back and starts making hand signs to go along with what she's saying.

"Mark want me here…  We talk about wrestling show you stupid twit!"

Kendra rolls her eyes again and sits down and  picks up her cell phone and starts to text someone, and Gothika has had it.  She reaches down and plucks the phone form the young woman's hands and Kendra reacts like a bullet out of a gun.

"HEY!!  MY PHONE!!  GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!!"

Gothika smirks and lifts her arm completely into the air, dangling it in front of the much shorter girl's face but at a height she can't reach.

"Not until you announce me."

Kendra tries to walk around the desk and jump for the phone, but she can't jump too high because of the heels she's wearing.  

"Gimme that back!!"

Gothika keeps dangling the phone and starts to walk towards Mark's door, but Kendra suddenly lashes out and steps on her foot with her heels.

"I said, gimme my phone you bitch!!"

With that, Gothika's smile spreads slowly across her face like the smile of a demon.  She growls and holds the phone out to Kendra.  But when Kendra reaches for the phone, Gothika hauls back and launches it against the wall so hard, that it literally shatters like it had a small explosive inside of it.  Kendra screams at Gothika, making an ugly, angry face.

"YOU BITCH!!!"

Kendra suddenly slaps Gothika across the face, and stands there looking smug, as if she's just done something.  Gothika is barely phased by the hit and doesn't even flinch.  She just smiles down at the smaller woman with a look that finally causes Kendra to tremble in fear and back up towards Mark's door slowly holding her hands out…

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Mark has been wondering why he hadn't been getting any calls this morning, and is about to reach for the phone, when suddenly, a pair of bodies come crashing through into his office.  Gothika has speared the small secretary right throughout he hard wood of the door.  Mark jumps up and roars.

"BLOODY HELL??!!  GOTHIKA??!!  WHAT DID YOU DO??!!"

Gothika looks down at the small woman who is obviously unconscious and chuckles softly.

"I think I broke her.  But she should have taken my calls and let me in for my appointment."

She turns her angry eyes to Mark and frowns.

"Now… tell me why I've been fined twenty-five thousand dollars for something that Argento did?"

Mark frowns and sighs, lifting up his phone and is about to dial a number, then drops the receiver back down on the cradle.

"I was about to call my secretary to get a paramedic out here…  but she's the one who needs the paramedic.  SHIT!  I can never remember how to dial out…"

Gothika nods slowly.

"Ohh… yeah… I think you have to dial a nine, then a one, then the area code…"

Mark picks up the phone and tries it, then nods slowly as the call connects.

"Yeah… that was it… thanks…  Anyway…  I'm fining you for what Argento did because you were the one who caused it."

Gothika shakes her head slowly.

"How could I have caused that??!!  I wasn't even there!!  Darknyss, Raynin and I came for that LumberJill match, and left right after!  We spent the night out on some rooftop training!  Training for this crazy ass mystery opponent match we has tossed in our lap!"

Mark frowns and shakes his head slowly.

"How do you train on a rooftop for a mystery opponent match?"

Gothika shrugs and sighs heavily.

"You know how Darknyss has her strange trainings… Well, she had a bunch of guys dress in super villain costumes with masks and we had like this big brawl for all on the roof.  She even had a ring set up there for us to really work with.  It was actually kind of fun…  Until it started to rain.  That high up, the rain falls a lot harder than when you're further down."

Mark scratches his head and shrugs.

"Whatever works for you… But I still just don't get why you didn't take our offer and come to Team SCW."

Gothika points to Mark and shakes her head slowly.

"You really don't know?  After all that we went through to bring you some of the most amazing talent in the Bombshell Division…  Put our bodies through some of the most epic matches…  Raynin is still recuperating from some of the scars she got last year, and she's now got new ones from that cage match we were in…  And yet, it took us this long to even truly get a real shot at these titles!!  And I KNOW that if you had your way… we wouldn't have them now!!  Raynin still hasn't gotten her rematch for the Bombshell Title…  When will that happen?  I'm guessing when pigs fly if you had your way.   And why?  Because we don't think the same way as you… Because we  don't see eye to eye with you.  Because we think for our own, and because we don't worship at the Hot Stuff Altar, and never will…  That's why.  Maybe when you truly learn to appreciate the true talent you have standing right in front of you… maybe then we'll come to the Team SCW side.  But I won't be holding my breath for that to happen.  Until then… Just know… Raynin and I plan on holding onto these titles for a good long time.  And we plan on making the rest of your little Bombshell Tag Teams suffer for what you have put us through Mark.  So when they ask, 'Why am I in so much pain?!!  Why would they do this to us?!', you can raise your hand and take the blame.  Because we know that the only way we will be able to keep our hands on these titles is not just to pin our competition, but to completely decimate them.  We have to grind them into the dust from which they tried to crawl from, under our boot heels.  Which, I have to admit, I'm enjoying doing.  So I say, bring it on…  It could be anyone…  Any mystery opponent you want…  Hell, it could be you and Christian… if you could ever find him…  Truthfully, I don't care.  We will beat down any and all competition to keep these titles.  Though… on second thought…  The thought of you in a skirt is just…  just way too many shades of wrong…  Though I bet Christian would look interesting in a pink tutu and tights."

Mark shudders at the thought and points towards the door.

"You've made your point…  But you're still responsible for Argento's little tirade.  He's flipping out cause he wants you to take him… whatever that means…   And Lili thinks you've bitten him and drank his blood!"

Goithika lifts an eyebrow and smirks.

"I did."

Mark grimaces and shakes his head.

"Just…  Just gross!!  Look…  Whatever little kinky games you and he decide to do, you have to keep it out of SCW business!!  And if he disrupts business and it's because of you, then you will both be fined!!  That's final!!  Now get out of here, and go send in your payment!!"

Gothika frowns and is about to speak, but at that moment, the paramedics come bustling through the door to check on the downed Kendra.  Gothika nods slowly and backs towards the door.

"This isn't over Ward.  Not by a long shot…  Oh, and the next time your secretaries decide to hang up on me, and not let me come for a meeting YOU PERSONALLY schedule… it'll cost you more than just a door and a temp."

With that, Gothika spins on her heel and walks out the door...


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Event: Hostile Takeover..   Sunday 04-28-2013

Venue: Ginásio Nilson Nelson ...   Brasilia, Brazil

Match: BOMBSHELL MEGA MATCH  - TORNADO TAG STEEL CAGE MATCH

Opponent:  With Raynin,  Misty, and Necra Octavian Kain vs Odette ryder, Roxi Johnson, Vixen, and Faith



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The Angels of the Fallen have managed to successfully defend their Bombshell TagTeam Championships against a couple of formidable foes.  But now, there's a new element to the defense of their titles at the Hostile Takeover Pay Per View…  Because it's not just their championships they have to fight for.  In a Bombshell Mega Match, Raynin and Gothika will take part in a Tornado Tag Steel Cage Match.  They have to team with Raynin's old arch nemesis, and current Bombshell Champion, Misty, and part of the Goddesses of Light, Necra Octavian Kain against another thorn in Raynin and Gothika's side, Odette, who will be teaming with Vixen, Roxi Johnson, and the Bombshell Roulette. Champ, and the person who attacked Raynin at Climax Control, Faith.  Will the Angels be able to trust these two other women to be able to keep a hold to their titles?  Or will Angel's Championship wings be clipped?  Let's see what unfolds as the Wrestling world Turns....

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Time: April 15, 2013…  6:23 AM...

Place:  Buenos Aires, Argentina…  Ministro Pistarini International Airport...
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It was early in the morning.  So early in fact that the sun hadn't even risen over the horizon just yet.  It was that point just before dawn when the sky is still that gorgeous purple color you can't find anywhere else but at this point in time, but the stars are beginning to disappear from that deep dark velvet sky as it begins to lighten with the day.  The smells of the city just starting to stir has filled the air as people are starting their breakfasts, and coffee is being brewed, and tea kettles are whistling for that first brew to be poured.  But not everyone was so lucky as to have the privilege to be able to only just now stir from their slumber.

The Angels of the Fallen were lounging around the airport, after having gone through security to begin the next leg of the South America tour, and not every one of them was bright eyed and bushy tailed.  They'd all had to endure the early morning rush to make sure they hadn't left anything in their hotel rooms, then get their luggage down to the rental cars and get all checked out before they headed out to drop them off at the airport.  Their day had started at around three in the morning and it had exhausted everyone.  In fact, Gothika was stretched out across a line of chairs with her head on her carryon, her eyes closed in slumber as her friends sat around her, doing their own thing.  She'd decided to dress down for this flight because she didn't feel like dealing with having to strip off all of her leather when she went through the security check like she'd had to the last time.  She almost looked normal in her black stretch denim jeans, black wife beater tank top, and a pair of black flip flops on her feet.  Her toes were painted blood red and twinkled softy in the light as she lay there, her arms crossed over her chest.  To some, she might have looked dead, but the occasional rise and fall of her chest coupled with the movement of her eyes behind her eyelids gave it away that she was one of the living.

She was deep in a dream state, and the way that her eyes were moving you could tell that the dream wasn't a very pretty one.  The shot pulls in close, zooming in on Gothika's eyes moving rapidly beneath her eyelids as the scene ripples in…

{ Then ripples out as the shot pulls back to show Gothika's eyes open.  We know we're inside of her dream because her clothing has changed to her normal black leather pants with a black lace corset over a black silk button down shirt and a pair of black high heeled dress boots.  She actually looks more elegant than lethal right now, with her hair pulled up in a delicate french twist with small tendrils of curls hanging haphazardly to frame her face.  By the distraught look on her face, you can tell she's not liking where her mind has taken her this time.

We're in a large, cavernous dark, dungeon like room.  There's very little light coming from anywhere, except for sparsely spaced bare bulbs.  The sound of dripping water fills the air, echoing off the far walls every now and then, accompanied only by the sound of an exhaust fan that is circulating the air, as there are no windows that can be seen.

'Why do I keep coming back here?  Why do I have to keep remembering what happened?  I wanted so badly to forget and not let these memories haunt me…  And yet… I just can't get rid of them!!'

She takes a deep breath and we hear a moaning sound behind her.  The moaning turns into a soft sobbing, and she closes her eyes slowly, biting her lower lip.

'I don't want to remember…  Please…  Why is this haunting me now?!'

Despite her pleas, she can't help herself.  She turns to see a cage behind her.  On the hard concrete floor, a sobbing form lies… naked… bruised… bloodied… still bleeding from various wounds that are healing but slowly as she looks on.  She walks over and places a hand on the door of the cage and lowers herself down to look at the broken form in front of her.

'I don't want to remember what happened during that time with Bruno…  The pain… the suffering…  the agony… the anguish…  But no matter what I do, I just can't seem to get past it.  He'd kidnapped me… used me…  raped me, both mentally and physically…  experimented on me, even knowing I was pregnant with another man's child…  And it feels like every night I keep reliving that experience.  Over and over again… It just won't go away.'

She hears movement, and the form inside of the cage lifts it's head, looking around in fear.  It's Gothika in her much younger state.  She starts to scoot herself along the concrete floor against the far end of the cage and curls up into herself as if she's trying to make herself as small as possible, her eyes wide with the fear, shame, and anger that roils within her.  She knows he's going to come in and take her again… take her to that room with the table, and the instruments of pain that he uses on her time and time again. She hears his chuckle and he steps out of the darkness right next to where she is so quickly and presses his face against the bars of the cage.

"BOO!"

She shrieks and tries to scramble away from him and he throws his head back, laughing evilly.

"Oh, my poor Damia…  You look absolutely dreadful.  And it's only been a few days.  I haven't even begun the fun parts yet.  This is just the beginning stages.  I'm enjoying myself with what I was denied so many years ago…"

He walks around the cage slowly until he comes to the door.  He presses a series of numbers into the keypad and the door's locking mechanism clicks open and she screams, scrambling back towards the far side of the cage.  He opens the door slowly and slips inside of the cage, licking his lips slowly.  He walks over to her and grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her to her feet.  She shrieks and trembles in his tight grip, shaking her head slowly from side to side.

"Please… Please Bruno… Don't do this.  Please just let me go!"

He puts his face about an inch away from hers and inhales deeply, growling softly as he does.

"Mmmmmm… Damia, you smell so good right now.  Your fear has filled you and I can literally taste it in the air surrounding you.  And I still don't understand why you fear this so badly."

She slides her hands to cover her stomach and slowly lowers her eyes down to her stomach which still hasn't started to show.  He throws his head back and laughs again.

"So, you're still hanging onto that bullshit story about being pregnant?"

She lifts her chin slightly and glares at him.

"It's not a story!  I found out the day you kidnapped me you filthy piece of crap!!"

He growls and shakes her roughly, making her bite her tongue and then laughs again.

"There!! That's the fight and spirit that I had been trying to break you of for so long!!  I'm glad to see that I haven't broken you of it… at least not yet anyway."

She curls her top lip into a snarl.

"Fuck you Bruno!!"

He suddenly hisses sharply at her, baring his fangs and she cringes a bit and he laughs at her flash of fear.

"You already have Damia… Or do you need another reminder of my sexual prowess?"

She smirks and chuckles.

"So you call tying me down to a cold metal exam table and raping me sexual prowess?  I call it the lowest of the low… Can't get it unless the other person is helpless.  I had a better time putting in a tampon and got more penetration from it than what you did."

Bruno smirks wickedly and grabs the back of her hair, pulling it back sharply, making her grunt, but she doesn't make any other sound, just glares at him angrily.

"Well, don't worry… I have other things that I can penetrate you with…"

He starts to laugh and his fangs slowly start to extend.  She starts to struggle, but he's got her caught tightly in an iron grip.  He suddenly strikes like a snake, his fangs sinking roughly into her skin, making her scream at the invasion.  She tries to beat him off of her, but it's been days since she'd eaten anything, and with the torture over the past few days, she can do nothing but go limp in his arms and sink into oblivion…  

'After that day, he didn't rape me again, but he became brutally sadistic with his experimentation.  He injected me with whatever it was he had concocted  Afterwards, things progressed pretty quickly, and he wanted to see how I'd react to certain things.  Apparently, it's not normally an overnight change from human to vampire, but my change took place in a matter of hours.  And he became… quite creative in creating my own little version of hell on earth.'

The scene comes back to light in flashes, showing glimpses of what she went through.  There's one point she's been tied down to the table and long needles like acupuncture needles or senbon are being jabbed into her body over and over again until she looks like a giant bloody pin cushion.  In another flash, Bruno is pouring burning hot oil over certain spots of her body over and over again, leaving horrible burns on her skin.  In another flash, he uses a scalpel to flay the flesh from her arms and legs.  But it didn't take long after the change took place in Gothika's body for her to begin to show.  And with Bruno keeping her naked, there was no way of hiding it.  Two weeks into her confinement, there was no way to deny that she was obviously pregnant, as one day, she went from a slight bump to looking like she was about six months pregnant overnight.  She'd had horrible cramping that night, but had been tortured so badly after being basically roasted over hot coals for an hour, put in a deep freezer to hang by her wrists for four hours, then having blood forced down her throat, she could have slept through a hurricane.  And when she woke to find the large swelling of her stomach, all she could do was cry and rub her belly gently.  

"Don't worry baby…  I won't let him hurt you…  We're getting out of here as soon as we can…"

She puts her hands on her stomach and sees movement as a little foot kicks and she starts to cry harder.  And at that moment, she knows he's been watching her and looks up quickly to find him standing in the darkness.

"So…  You were telling the truth after all…  This adds a whole new dimension to my research…  And you can dream all you want, you're not going anywhere Damia.  You're my creature now."

He opens the cage door and starts to enter, and Gothika suddenly shrieks and launches herself at him, punching and kicking like a mad woman, but he just grabs her and throws her hard into the bars of the cage, making her head hit the metal with a loud thunk.  It rings her bells, and Bruno grabs her by the hair and drags her to the exam room.  As he does, she struggles the whole way.  She grabs his hand and uses it for leverage and gets up a bit onto her feet, then pulls him down to the ground in a judo flip, and climbs on top of him and starts to pummel him.  Even though she's not eaten a proper meal in the past two weeks, she's gotten markedly stronger, and he has a time, tussling with her.  However, he finally gets her in a headlock and drags her bodily over to the table and injects her with a sedative.  Not enough to knock her out, but just enough to take the fight out of her.  He locks her down on the table, this time using metal restraints and chains instead of leather straps.  She blinks slowly as she still tries to fight, and tears slip from her eyes.

"Puh…  Puh…  Please… my…  my baby… Don't hurt my baby…"

Bruno leans over and whispers in her ear.

"I am going to dissect your child Damia.  This baby apparently went from two and a half months development to six, maybe even seven months development in about two weeks.  And I simply must find out what it is that we have created here."

For the first time since she'd been injected, Gothika's eyes changed to a bright almost flaming blood red and she throws her head back and howls in anger, and her teeth suddenly elongate, ripping through her gums in a wash of blood and saliva to become fangs, and with a sudden strike, she sinks them into Bruno's neck.  As her fangs rip into his body, he howls in anger and pain, trying to pull her off of him, but he knows that with where she's caught him, if he pulled wrong, she'd rip his throat out.  Instead, she lets the taste of his blood slip into her, and she starts to drink greedily.  After a few minutes, her eyes start to close, and she sinks back against the table, looking like she's drunk.  He leans over her, holding a hand to his neck as it closes visibly.

"Your first taste of vampire blood… I guess I should have warned you that it's not like drinking a human's blood.  To protect the species, it works almost like taking a sleeping pill.  Couple that with what I gave you already, and this should make things go a little easier for me."

He pulls back from her and picks up a scalpel, turning it over in his hand slowly.  Her eyes roll around in their sockets slowly.

"Buh… Bastard…"

He slides the scalpel along her skin, and a thin line of red shows, but it doesn't go any further than that thin line of red.  He frowns and tries to cut her again, but the scalpel won't go any further than a few centimeters into her skin.  He howls and throws the scalpel across the room, and she chuckles up at him in her almost drunken haze.

"Good baby…"

Bruno leans forward and growls in her face.

"If I can't have it now, that's ok.  Because I'm sure it will be ready to pop in less than a week, and I'll dissect it after it's born… as you sit and watch."

Oblivion takes her over again and in the dark, flashes of more torture shows, coupled with moments of Gothika rubbing her ever swelling middle.

'He was right…  Five days later, my water broke, and I gave birth…  But it wasn't what either of us thought it would be...'

Gothika is strapped to a birthing table, covered in a sheet with a hole over her stomach.  She's screaming her head off as her belly convulses with movement.

"OH MY GOD!!  IT'S RIPPING ME OPEN!!!  GET IT OUT!!  GET IT OUT!!"

Bruno watches as what looks like a paw presses against the underside of Gothika's belly and slides along the inside of her skin.  She shrieks as it does and he just smiles evilly, then picks up a scalpel and starts to slice along her stretched skin.  This time, it parts like paper, but he doesn't have to cut a second time, as a tiny clawed hand shreds the inside of her stomach.  She shrieks again as she looks down at what she's giving birth to.   Or to put it better, at what is climbing it's way out of her.  It's covered in reptilian skin and fur, with fangs like a snake, and it's markings on it's fur resembling a tiger.  It even had a wolf tail that was swishing back and forth as it pulled itself from her stomach with a plaintive wail.  As it hit the air, it started to grow as it laid on her chest.  Bruno reached out and picked it up, putting it in a small cage nearby after cutting the cord.  She laid there in shock at what just happened.

“My baby!!  You made it into a monster!!!”

She suddenly started to shriek again as she looked down and saw another small hand reaching out of the hole in her abdomen.  This one was formed perfectly.  She reached down and it grabbed hold of her finger tightly as it started to climb out of her.  A little girl with a head full of curly hair comes out, with a wail.  But when she opens her mouth to scream, Gothika sees the tiny fangs on the roof of her mouth.  As she’s holding the screaming child on her chest, it too, just like the other starts to grow.  Within a few minutes, she’s the size of a two year old.  Gothika starts to cry because she knows what’s going on.

“No no no!!  Please… not you too!!”

Bruno turns from the cage to see the toddler turn into a five year old girl in the span of a few minutes.  He rushes and grabs an empty syringe to draw some of her blood as the aging process continues right there in Gothika’s arms.  The little girl looks up and blinks at Gothika and smiles.

“Momma!”

Gothika nods slowly and strokes the hair that has grown down the little girl’s back.

“Yes…  I’m your momma!”

The little girl blinks and makes a face of pain as her body shifts again to the age of about ten in a matter of moments.

“Momma…  What’s my name?”

Gothika watches as her child continues to age as she holds her.  She leans over and kisses the now fifteen year old on her forehead gently, then pulls back as she’s staring into the eyes of a twenty year old.

“Hope.  You’re Hope Lauren Baxter.”

The little girl looks over at the cage with the other baby in it, then back to Gothika.

“And my brother?”

Gothika looks over at the cage and sees that even though the baby looks monstrous, it has her eyes.  She blinks and whispers.

“He’s Gregory."

The aging progresses more rapidly now, and Gothika gasps as she’s looking into the eyes of a fifty year old woman in a blink.  Her daughter smiles up at her and lifts a hand that is starting to wrinkle up to wipe her tears away.

“I’m Hope momma.  I’m Hope, he’s Gregory…  Please don’t cry momma…  You will see us again.”

The now eighty year old woman closes her eyes and whispers to her mother.

“Thank you for my name Momma.  I love you Momma…  We both do…”

With those last words, she closes her eyes, and her body withers on her mother’s chest and turns to dust.  She looks at the cage with her other child and sees that the reptilian/furred child had also grown exponentially and died.  Gothika throws her head back and wails.  
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As the wailing fills her mind, she suddenly starts awake and lifts a hand to her face, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“I will never forget…”


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 {OOC Note...}

This is the second rp.  The Gothika RP that was cut in half while I was posting it the first time due to issues with the boards.  I've got clearance from staff to post it.  Sorry about all of this guys.  I hate it when technology goes wrong. >.<  Anyways, enjoy!!

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Event: CLIMAX CONTROL     DATE: Sunday, 04/07/2013

Venue: Santiago, Chile,  Movistar Arena

Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH  

Opponent:  With Raynin,  vs VIXEN and JESSIE SALCO  



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They have done it!!  Raynin and Gothika are the Sin City Wrestling's new Bombshell Tag Team Champions!!!  Yes, The Fallen defeated The Tattooed Goddesses so badly that they decided solo careers were more beneficial to their health.  But a new tag team has stepped up to try and test the mettle of the brand new Champions.  Now that they've won the titles, will The Fallen be able to successfully defend their titles against the team of the new NWA Cruiserseight Champion, Vixen and Jessie Salco?  Or will things not go quite as planned for these women who have worked so hard to pull off what some viewed as the biggest upset victory to hit the SCW mat in a long time?  Let's see what things shall become...

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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: April 2, 2013...  8:30 PM...

Place:  Somewhere over Mexico...  In the sky...
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The day was just starting to come to a close as the plane carrying Raynin, Darknyss, and Gothika winged it's way through the sky. The sun was slowly passing below the horizon of clouds, looking like a molten piece of candy being cautiously dipped in mounds of soft, white, whipped cream or merengue.  As the plane flies over the clouds, Gothika is sitting in her seat beside her friends who have the seats across the aisle from her.  She looks over at Darknyss and Raynin who have already fallen alseep from their crazy mad dash through the airport, and the drama around obtaining their tickets.  She's at least happy that the seat beside her is empty because right now, she's extremely hungry and doesn't know how close proximity to another person would affect her at that point in time.  She had just devoured a huge ham sandwich she'd had in her carry on and to stop herself from killing off the funions, she was leaning back in her seat, with her ipod on her ears, and trying to drown out the sounds of the passengers surrounding her.  

She finally is able to get herself settled, when behind her, there is a loud thump, and she feels something bang into the back of her seat.  She sits up and looks around slowly, wondering what the bump was, when the bump happens again.  She turns around in her chair and looks over the back of it to see a seven year old boy, sitting by himself and kicking the back of her chair as hard as he can. He sees he's disturbed her and grins wickedly and kicks it again, then calls out to his mom who's sitting two aisles behind him.

"Mom!!  Mom, some weird lady is looking at me!!"

His mother has her nose buried in a romance novel and waves him off without even looking at him.

"That's nice Jimmy dear.  Keep doing what you're doing and leave Mommy alone.  She's reading."

The kid grins wickedly again and kicks the back of Gothika's seat again.  She lifts her eyebrow at him.

"Don't kick my seat."

The kid keeps staring her in the eye and kicks her seat again.  She rolls her eyes and frowns at him.

"Look, kid... I said don't kick my seat."

He laughs at her and pulls his leg back and she points at him with a finger.

"Look kid... Jimmy... I said stop kicking my seat."

The little boy furrows his eyebrows at her and gives her the finger.

"Make me you weirdo!"

He kicks the back of her seat so hard, it actually moves the seat forward and it hits Gothika in the chin.  The kid laughs and points at Gothika, but his laughter slowly stops and he gasps as he looks up into her eyes.  They've changed from her normal brown to that eery ice blue.  His jaw drops as he looks up at her.  She hisses and lets her fangs drop to their full extension and he shrieks and cowers in his seat.

"You shouldn't be kicking people's seats Little Jimmy.  You never know who is sitting in that seat.  Now, sit there like a good boy and don't kick my seat again, or I will make you disappear.  Do you understand?"

Gothika hisses at him again, and the little boy shrieks and jumps in his seat but doesn't move.  Gothika turns back around and puts her headphones back in her ear and settles into her seat and thinks back to the whirlwind of the past few weeks.  She and her friends had been preparing themselves for their upcoming match, and as they were winging off to their inevitible clash with Vixen and Jessie Salco, she couldn't help but think back...


{ Most people when they want to train will go to a gym.   Half of the time it's because they want to use the steam room or sauna afterward, or go swimming in the pool and lounge around and socialize.   Some like to go to show off what they can do to the masses that will inevitably start to watch the spectacle of people lifting weights.  They need that validation that they're doing something special, or to show off their cute new workout outfits.  But not these three ladies.

A gym isn't needed for the Angels of the Fallen.  Darknyss has taken the advice of her Sensei when training with Raynin and Gothika.  Sensei Mosley always used to tell her, "Use what you have around you, because you never know what situation you may find yourself in."  And when he would train Darknyss and Gothika, he never would use conventional methods.  One day, they could be baking in the heat of a desert, chained to cactuses to work on their upper body strength, the next day they're in a blizzard being  chased by wolves to up their stamina and endurance, and the next they could be scaling the side of a building...  well because he'd always had dreams of being Spider-Man as a kid really, but you get the idea.

The Angels of the Fallen were in luck though.  Because Raynin owned her entire building, she'd been slowly converting one of the other floors into a work out area for the trio, and she had to admit to herself…   Her little slice of work out heaven was a place that El Jefe would be proud of her setting up.  While she'd been away, the last of the deliveries she'd been waiting for had finally come in, and she'd called in a few favors from some of her old military buddies to help get everything organized just right in exchange for some time using the equipment.  She'd bought elliptical trainers, recumbent bikes, treadmills, and two whole racks of free weights ranging from one pound to one hundred and twenty five pounds, so she'd have doubles of every type of weight they would need, so no waiting for one or the other to finish a set…  Just pick up and keep on going.  She'd also purchased various styles of weight machine, and three curling benches.  She'd decked the place out to look almost like a full gym.  She had set up a large locker room and shower area on the first floor, even having separate sides for men and women because most of her squad was male. She was even pricing what it would cost to set up a jacuzzi and steam room for after work out relaxation.  Raynin would have to keep the wet area strictly for the three of them, cause she knew if she let her buddies from her old squad know she had a sauna or jacuzzi, they'd have it dripping with skanks, skeezers, and hoes in no time, and that was something she just didn't want to have happen in her place.  But the piece de resistance was the regulation sized four sided ring that sat beside the six sided ring that was set up at the far side of the space, taking up almost a full third of the entire floor.  This was so when she or the others needed to bone up on their basics, or work on a new move or three or five, they could.  They had gotten a few shows off to celebrate their victory at the pay per view, and to do the appearances that had been booked locally for them to show off the titles, but instead of partying it up, she'd decided to get things ready here so they could prepare for what she knew was the inevitable next opponent.  She wanted everything to be just perfect, and today was the day she'd revealed what she'd done to her friends.

She'd called them last night and told them to be ready by eight-thirty that morning and had actually been early when she'd gone to pick up Gothika and Darknyss.  Gothika just knew she had something weird going on and just sat back to enjoy the whole scene as she'd watched her tag team partner get all giddy as she stood in the doorway of their apartment.  Raynin took a deep breath, looking like an expectant mother trying to tell her husband that she was pregnant.  She was sweating and her heart was pounding.

"Ok guys, I told you that I had something to show you, but before I do, I have to know… have you both eaten yet today?"

Darknyss yawns and shakes her head slowly as she brings a cup of coffee to her lips.

"No, I was just about to make something…  Maybe some pancakes or an omelet, or… Oooohhh.. Maybe I should make my awesome french toast!!  It even gets old sourpuss here excited."

Gothika turns around and makes a face at Darknyss, sticking out her tongue.

"Bitch."

Darknyss winks at her friend and grins.

"Guilty as charged and you know it.   So, what do you say?  You want to have breakfast with us?  Or do you want to go out for breakfast instead?  Do we have time for breakfast?"

Raynin shakes her head and grins hugely.

"No…  I'd rather we not have a heavy breakfast… In fact, let me make you both a breakfast smoothie and I'll tell you what I planned for this morning."

Raynin walks in, taking off her leather jacket and lays it across the back of one of the easy chairs in the living room as they all move into kitchen.  She walks over to the sink and starts to wash her hands, and takes a deep breath while she did so.

"So… you know how I'm always complaining about going to the gym because I hate being watched while I work out.  I'm sorry, but at El Jefe's gym, the workout was a personal thing.  Yes, you occasionally had spectators, but never like what we've been seeing lately.  It's like since we returned, we don't have a moment to ourselves."

As she's talking, Darknyss pulls out the blender and sets a bowl with an assortment of different fruits and a knife on the island countertop which Raynin sets to picking through. She pulls out two bananas and a large honey crisp apple which she stops and looks at in shock.

"Holy shit Lady!! This is almost as big as a grapefruit!  Where did you get this from?"

Darknyss sips her coffee again and plucks a grape from the bowl and pops it in her mouth.

"We get all of our fruit from a little farmer's market on Truman.  You should really start shopping there.  Great quality."

Raynin nods and starts to slice the apple and banana in chunks and puts them in the blender, then gets the peanut butter and puts four huge globs in with the fruit. She pulls out some chocolate protein powder, scooping some in the blender along with some espresso coffee powder and some supplement powder, then adds honey, ice, and milk before she puts the lid on and starts up the blender. She starts talking again, but the blender is so loud, her friends can't hear her.  After she turns off the blender, Gothika lifts an eyebrow at her friend.

"You know we couldn't understand a damned word you said."

Raynin reaches in the cabinet and pulls out three thermos bottles and starts pouring the smoothies in the bottles as she takes a deep breath.

"I said I have a surprise for you both. You know how I have like all of that space in my building that I've been trying to get you two to move into."

Gothika nods and takes a sip of the smoothie.

"Yeah, cause Little Miss Snooty Pants doesn't like the industrial look... Hey!! This is really good!! It tastes like a Reese's Peanut Butter cup with a kick!"

Raynin shrugs and grins.

"During one of my missions, I was undercover as a barista. This was a play off of one of my signature drinks.  Anyways, I decided since I couldn't get you guys for tenants, I could use the space for something else.  And I just finished.  So throw on some workout clothes cause we have to train right after I show you the place."

Gothika groans and shakes her head.

"Don't remind her!!  She's had me doing yoga to get more flexible cause she says I am getting stiff!  I swear, if she makes me do one more downward facing dog, I'm gonna bark in her face!!"

Raynin couldn't help but to laugh.   She took a sip of the smoothie and licked the creamy line from her upper lip slowly, the  shrugs and sighs softly.

"Meh, I think it needs more peanut butter myself.  But I didn't want to over peanut you guys.  Oh, and bring a change of nicer in ring clothes.  I got an e-mail that we have another autograph session at the near y Toys-R-Us for some reason."

Darknyss gets excited and almost spills her smoothie down her chest.

"Oohh!!  Oohh!!  That must mean that our action figures finally came in!!  I got a message that they were being announced this week sometime. I have to get just the right outfit!!"

Raynin looks at her friend shocked.

"Action figure??!!  I'm going to have my own action figure??!!"

Darknyss nods and holds up her hand as she finishes downing her smoothie, gulping it like it was a glass of water.  Gothika looks at her in shock.

"I still can't figure out how she does that without getting the brain freeze from hell!!"

Darknyss grins and licks her lips, rinsing out her bottle and putting it in the dishwasher.

"Practice my dear friend.  Simply practice.  And yes, I got us a deal with Bandai.  It's not just an action figure...  It's a wrestling Barbie almost.  We're the first to get the offer."

Raynin shakes her head slowly.

"After all of that time we spent trying not to be Barbie dolls, you go and make us into real Barbie dolls?"

Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head slowly.

"It's not like you think.  I promise you'll like what they did.  It's more like the old school She-Ra dolls.  You even have your eye patch as an accessory."

Raynin lifts her eyebrow and shakes her head slowly.

"Alright…  I'm trusting you.  Now hurry up you two and let's get going!!"

Darknyss salutes Raynin and winks.

"Sir!  Yes Sir!!"

Raynin salutes Darknyss back using just her middle finger and chuckles.Darknyss and Gothika both head off to their rooms to change and pack their clothing…

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A few of the guys from her old squad were already there, and the clank of the metal weights rang with a soft echo through the building as the trio of women walked in from the elevator.  Gothika and Darknyss whistle appreciatively as they look around.  Darknyss nods slowly as she walks to the ring.

"Nice... Very very nice...  So why don't we get in here and get ourselves ready for this title defense we've got at Climax Control?"

Raynin hops up into the ring and holds the ropes for her partner.

"That's exactly why I had this place set up.  This way, when we're home, we don't have to go searching for a place.  And I have something I want to show you."

As Darknyss and Gothika climb into the ring and lean against the ropes, Raynin gets into the dead center of the ring and suddenly does a flip, bringing her foot down in a strong guillotine kick.  The move happens so quickly and sudden, that Gothika holds up her hand and shakes her head slowly.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa...  What the fuck?!! Do that again... I think I missed it..."

Raynin chuckles and flips again, dropping her leg in the guillotine kick and Darknyss nods slowly and claps appreciatively.

"Wow...  You're really taking this Champion thing seriously."

Raynin chuckles and holds her arms out.

"Of course I am taking this seriously!  Just like I know that you and Gothika are...  We've only had these titles for a few weeks now, and there's no way in HELL I want to lose them!  I've put in too much time and effort into getting my hands on these and I will do whatever it takes... whatever it TAKES to keep them."

Gothika walks over to her partner and puts her hand on her shoulder.

"I know what you mean.  I've wanted these titles for so long, the thought of losing them suddenly just makes my stomach drop.  And just like you... I will not let them go easily."

Darknkyss takes a deep breath and smiles.

"So what do you call that little move of yours?"

Raynin chuckles and grins wide.

"I call it 'Whiskey Tango Foxtrot'... AKA, What the fuck!  Haha!!  And I have an upgraded version called  'Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, 2.0'.  Check it out..."

Raynin runs towards the turnbuckle and actually runs up them to the top rope where she flips backward in a back twist and brings her foot down in the guillotine kick.  Darknyss whistles and grimaces.

"Whoooo... Flashy... Effective...  And expertly executed!  I like it!  Have you been working on this on your own?"

Raynin nods and walks back over to her partners.

"Yeah, El Jefe suggested it while we were gone and got me started with working out the details of it, but I didn't want to show it to you until I'd perfected it.  And now is the perfect time to bring out a new weapon in our arsenal!"

Gothika nods and takes a deep breath, then looks at Darknyss with a smirk.

"Don't think I'm gonna magically pull a new trick out of my ass too or something.  You're just gonna have to deal with me doing what I do best... which is beating the crap out of our opponents until they are begging for mercy."

Darknyss throws her head back and laughs.

"Don't worry... I know what you're capable of.  Now let's get down to this.  I want you two to be in peak performing condition by the time I'm done."

They get down to the business of training... }


And the sound of an incoming e-mail disturbs her from her slumber.  Gothika stretches in her seat, raising her arms over her head as she presses the buttons on her ipod touch, and sees an e-mail from a familiar name... Erik Staggs.  She sits up a bit and opens it with a slight frown and starts to read it.

Hello Gothika,

I know that I've approached most of theothers in person, but as you and your partners were not available the past few weeks, I thought this would be the better option.  I have a proposal of sorts I want to discuss with you and your friends, but I'd like to speak with you alone first to gague how the others will react to what I'm offering.  Meet me on Thursday...  Eleven AM in the bar of your hotel.  Reply back with where you're staying and we can have lunch.  NO expectations.  It' s just simply to talk.

E.

She looked at the e-mail a few times before she takes a deep breath and looks at her friends.  She starts to chew on her bottom lip as she thinks about what the e-mail says.  She then starts to type out a reply on the ipod as the scene fades out.



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Place:  Santiago, Chile... Inside Gothika's Hotel Room...
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The room is silent and deep in darkness as the blinds and the blackout curtains have been pulled to keep out the light.  Suddenly, the sounds of LMFAO's Party Rock starts to play as Gothika's phone starts to ring.  A hand snakes out from under the covers and she groans tiredly as she and her friends had spent the previous day, training and her body was still a bit sore from the long flight the day before that.  She pulls the covers down from over her head and brings the phone to her ear without blinking an eye.

"This better be good.  Do you have any idea what time it is?"

At first she hears silence, then there's the tentative sound of a man's voice.

"Um... uh... I think it is."

The voice sounds slightly familiar and with her sleep addled mind, she doesn't immediately hang up the phone.

"It is what?"

The voice replies.

"It is important.  Oh, and it's just after eight thirty in the morning."

She pulls her phone back from her ear and looks at the time with a frown.

"SHIT!!  And you called me at this time of day?!!"

The voice  stammers nervously at first, then just starts talking in a rush.

"Um... uh... yeah.  I just... I couldn't help myself.  You weren't at the past two shows, and I started to worry, so I bribed one of the staff for your number and I just had to call you... Please don't be mad..."

She opens one eye and blinks slowly in the low light that's making it's way around the curtains.

"Wait... Wait... bribed a staff member?  WHAT?!!  Who is this?"

The voice suddenly stops it's vocal diarrhea and she can hear him taking a deep breath before he speaks.

"It's Argento.  Please don't hang up!!  I just... I just had to talk to you."

She sighs and growls low in her throat.

"Ok, so you've talked.  Now I'm going back to bed.  I have to be up in an hour for a meeting.  Good bye"

Argento gasps and calls out to her.

"WAIT!  Don't hang up!  Not yet!!  I have to ask you something!"

She sighs softly stops herself from simply pushing the end call button.

"Ok... what is it?"

She hears him breathing excitedly.

"I know you are in Santiago for this show because you have a match, but...  Can... Can.. um..."

She growls softly, rolling her eyes.

"Spit it out already!!"

He stammers out again.

"Can I... um, can I see you while we're here?  You know, before the show?"

She grumbles and sighs softly.

"If I say yes, will you let me finally go back to sleep?"

She could practically see his excitement through the phone.

"Yes!  Please say yes...  We can go for dinner...  Or lunch... Or hell, just sit and talk over a coffee..."

She growls again.

"STOP TALKING!!  And yes..."

Argento gasps.

"Did you just say yes?"

She takes a deep breath and rubs her forehead gently.

"Yes... I said yes... now get the hell off of my phone and let me go to sleep or when I see you, I'll punch you dead in the chest."

Argento whoops excitedly and you can hear him clapping happily in the background.

"YES!!  Ok... How about tomorrow night and three...  coffee."

Gothika yawns and pulls the covers back up over her head and you can hear a muffled reply.

"Yes, now I'm going back to bed.  Good bye."

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 Event: Blaze of Glory 2...    Sunday 03/03/2013

Venue:  Gold Coast Casino...  Las Vegas, Nevada  

Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM MATCH cHAMPIONSHIP MATCH  

Opponent: with Gothika, vs TATTOOED GODDESSES vs AMY MARSHALL and NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE


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Blaze of Glory II is almost upon us.  Excitement is building in not just the impending audience, but in the wrestlers that will be performing as well.  So many titles will be on the line, including the Bombshell Tag Team Championships.  It'll be a Triple Threat Tag Team Match in which the Angels of the Fallen will be competing against the teams of the soon to be former champions, The Tattooed Goddesses, Amanda Cortez and Laura Jackson, and the team of Necra Octavian Kain and Amy Marshall.  The trio at Angels are preparing for the night they've been waiting for since before they left the Sin City Wrestling.  Will they be able to overcome the issues plaguing their own personal lives to come together and grab a hold to the titles?  Let’s see what unfolds, 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: February 25, 2013...  11:30 AM

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada…  Lyndon B. Johnson Elementary School...   Inside Room 108, Mrs. Peterson's Third Grade Classroom...
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It was raining this early spring day in Las Vegas.  Something which happens so rarely in the desert, but when it does, it's always a heavy fall.  And today was no different.   The sky was dark and heavy with the thick clouds blocking the sun.  The lightning flashed and the thunder crashed loudly as the city was drenched with the waters from heaven.  And with it being still an early spring day, those waters were cold, even for it being in Las Vegas.

It was just after recess, and the kids were all excited.  They'd just spent the last hour running around the gym, having been kept inside from all of rain.   But their teacher had told them that there was going to be a special guest who was going to come in and speak to them.  No one could sit still and concentrate while Mrs. Peterson read the English lesson.  She'd finally had enough of the whispering in the back of the room and knew if she didn't do something soon, things would erupt into chaos of class clowns and spitballs being thrown, and notes being passed.  It was just her luck as she cut her eyes at little Tommy Jenkins who was just about to pass a note to Isaac Thompson that a knock came to the door.  Excited chatter rippled through the room and she clapped her book shut with a loud slap of pages to bring the room back to attention.  She stood slowly as everyone went silent in anticipation.  She looked at the window in the door, and nodded to the face of one of the hallway monitors who stood, grinning from ear to ear just outside the door and motioned him in.  He burst through the door and started speaking loudly and excitedly.

"Mrs. Peterson!!  Mrs. Peterson!!"

She held a hand up to her lips and silenced him with an upraising of her eyebrow.

"Jonathan Tyler...  You do not raise your voice in that manner in my classroom, do you understand?"

The hallway monitor gulps heavily and nods quickly, then points behind him at the empty doorway.

"Ye... yes... Yes Mrs. Peterson... It's just... Do you know who's here?!!  I can't believe it!!  And I got to escort them to your classroom!!"

He starts grinning even harder and it looks as if his cheeks might burst from excitement.  All of the kids jump to their feet, seeing how excited he is, and Mrs. Peterson claps her hands sharply, cutting her look across the entire room.

"EVERYONE!  BACK TO YOUR SEATS THIS INSTANT!!"

When she speaks, it's not loud, but it's so commanding, everyone stops dead in their tracks.  It's Christopher Donovan, the class upstart who speaks out.  She knew it would be him.  it's always him who defies her the most and ends up with detentioin.  

"But Mrs. Peterson... We've been waiting all day!!  We just want to know who's here that's got Jonathan all excited!!"

She crosses her arms under her chest and pulls her shoulders back, looking down over the rims of her glasses at the little boy who is defiantly looking back at her.

"This is my classroom Christopher.  And I will have order!!  If you all don't go back to your seats, then NONE of you will know who's waiting outside!  I will tell them to go and see another classroom intead!"

All of the kids look at Christopher and start to yell at him to shut up and sit down as they all rush back to their seats, and fold their hands on their desks like good little boys and girls should, looking at her expectantly.  Christopher still stands there in the middle of the aisle, looking up at her in defiance.  She unfolds her arms and starts to walk to the door, then stops and turns back to him.

"Or maybe I should just send YOU out the coatroom door Christopher as our guests come in, and only YOU will miss outon this visit...  Along with another session in detention..."

Christopher crosses his arms and stomps his foot.

"That's not FAIR Mrs. Peterson!!"

She shrugs her shoulders and turns back towards the door.

"And neither is having you disrupt my classes every day.  You have three seconds to sit or I'll have Jonathan escort you to the coat room door, then off ot Principal Mason's office while I bring in our guests for the other children.  1..."

Christopher frowns and stomps his foot at her.

"That's just MEAN Mrs. Peterson!!"

She takes a deep breath and rolls her eyues slowly.

"2..."

All of Christopher's friends start to yell at him to just sit down and shut up, but he stomps his foot again.  She turns towards the door and places her hand on the doornob.

"Thh..."

Christopher holds his hands up and waves them frantically.

"No!!  Wait!!  Alright!! Alright!!  I'm sitting down!!"

The little boy starts to grumble to himself and flops himself down into his desk, leaning back and crossing his arms. The teacher takes a deep breath, then smiles.

"Well then boys and girls.  I knew how excited some of you are about this whole wrestling thing that is going on this weekend, so I gave a call to the local offices of the...  Wait... Let me make sure I have this right."

The hall monitor pipes in quickly.

"It's the Sin City Wrestling, Ma'am."

Upon hearing those words, the students get excited and start squealing and chattering away.  You hear random bits of their conversations which stand out.

"Oh my God!! What if they got that hottie, Matthew Kennedy to come!!  I would just like DIE!!!"

"I hope it's Despayre and Gabriel!!  Then, may e we can see some magic!!"

"And Angel too!!  He's just the cutest little bear!!"

"Our luck, it'll ONLY be Angel..."

"If I really wanted to see some old  guy holding a teddy bear, I'd just go and look at Justin's big brother Riley.  He has a whole DOLL collection!  He calls them 'action figures' though.  And he  actually PLAYS with them too!!"

"I'm hoping it's Fantasia, cause i want to see if she really does have those really big..."

Mrs. Peterson claps her hands loudly and repeatedly.

"Boys and girls... settle down... SETTLE DOWN!!"

Everyone gets quiet and turns back to the front of the class and Mrs. Peterson straightens her shirt and clears her throat.

"Well, I can see that we have alot of fans of this wrestling company in here, so I think I did the right thing with this little idea of mine.  So, without further ado..."

She walks to the door and opens it.

"Won't you please come in."

In walks the Angels of the Fallen.  The kids erupt into a barrage of questions coupled with cheers and a few boos.  Raynin and Gothika are dressed in their in ring attire...  Gothika is in the patent leather pants and shirt with a rubber corset and knee high leather boots with buckles going down the sides.  She's wearing her black leather trench coat over her outfit.  Raynin is in her black stretch hip huggers tucked into black combat boots with a bullet belt around her hips, and a black halter top with rhinestones around the cups of the bra style top.  Darknyss is dressed in a cream suit with balck pinstripes, looking very professional.  They're each carrying a duffle bag on their shoulders as they wave to the kids.  A ilttle girl screams excitedly and jumps out of her seat and runs up to Raynin, throwing her arms around her leg and hugging her.

"OH MY GOD!!  I LOVE YOU GUYS!!   Raynin, you made me want  to be a wrestler when I grow up!!"

Mrs. Peterson gets a stern look that is hiding an amused twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh, so these three are the reasons why you started hitting the boys with laundry lines and falling on them while they were trying to do situps in gym class.  Hmm Carolanne?"

The little girl  looks up at her teacher and rolls her eyes and clucks her tongue.

"That's a clothesline Mrs. Peterson.  And I wasn't just falling on people... I was doing a standing elbow drop.."

Raynin squats down in front of the little girl and smiles.

"I started my wrestling training with Mi Abuelo, El Jefe when i was your age.  But you have to remember... what we do is very dangerous.  So you should never wrestlie out of a controlled and supervised setting.  Which means, no more elbow drops on people...  unless they really deserve it Carolanne."

The girl makes a face and stomps her foot.

"But Christopher really deserved it!  He kept pulling my hair!"

The little boy who was rude to the teacher yelled out to the front of the class.

"That's cause you're just a whiny little girl!!  Even when you were hitting me, you were bawling your eyes out!"

Raynin shakes her head slowly and puts a hand to the little girl's shoulder.

"I know that what we do looks cool and is alot of fun to do, but you have to be careful.  The last thing I'd want is for a pretty little girl like you to get hurt casue she's trying to do something that I did on tv.  So will you promise me?  No more clotheslines and elbow drops until you're doing training for the big time?"

Carolanne sighs and nods.

"Ok... I promise... IF.."

Raynin raises her eyebrows high and looks at the girl curiously.

"If what Carolanne?"

The little girl smiles and holds up a finger at Raynin.

"If you promise to do a Raynin's Way to Amanda Cortez.  I can't STAND her!!"

Raynin throws her head bakc and laughs and nods quickly.

"Ok... I promise I'll try... I can't say a 100% yes, cause I dont' know what will happen in a match."

The little girl holds up her hand with her pink out.

"Pinky swear?"

Raynin wraps her finger around the little girl's finger and grins.

"Pinky swear.  Now, why don't you be an official member of The Fallen and help us out by passing out these for us..."

Raynin unzips her duffle bag and pulls out a bright pink t-shirt that read's 'The Hard Way is Easier than Raynin's Way' over a pair of angel's wings.  She lays the shirt on the table and on the back writes Carolanne's name on it and signs it.  She then hands it to the little girl who looks like she's just been given the Holy Grail.  She pulls the shirt on over the shirt she's already wearing and then runs to show it off ot her friends, before coming back to start handing out the shirts to the kids going down the line.  She reaches in the bag and is about to hand one to Christopher, but he grabs her wrist and throws her hand away.

"I don't want no crappy Fallen t-shirt!  They aren't worth crap!!"

Mrs. Peterson claps her hands and is about to say something to the little boy, but Gothika raises her hand and shakes her head slowly.

"Please Mrs. Peterson... I have a way with kids."

She walks to the little boy and crosses her arms under her chest as she looks down at the little boy.

"And what makes you say we're not worth crap young man?"

He stands up then climbs onto the seat of his desk so he comes up to Gothika's shoulder and crosses his own arms over his chest as he looks up at her.

"I say you're not worth crap cause you're a bunch of lying, scardy cat, no good skanks!!  You ran away from the SCW when things got too rough for you, and you are tryign to hide that fact behind this supernatural bull!!"

Gothika growls low in her throat and leans over so she's eye to eye with the little boy, who is not backing down an inch.

"And how do you know it's bull?"

The little boy lifts a hand and pushes Gothika's shoulder as he speaks.

"Because, there's no such thing as vampires!  Now get out of my face you ugly bitch!!"

Mrs. Peterson and the rest of the class gasps and Gothika smirks as she looks him up and down.

"Oohh, big littleman... hiding behind his naughty words to cover up the fact that he's scared shitless.  I can smell the fear on you little boy.  Besides, I can hear your knees knocking."

The little boy puts both hands on her shoulders and tries to push her away as he yells.

"BITCH!!  AMANDA CORTEZ IS GONNA MURDER  YOU!!"

Mrs. Peterson claps her hand ssharply.

"That's it!!  Swear jar Christopher!!  Right now!!"

The little boy grumbles agitatedly and climbs down from off of the desk, walking up to the front of the room and pulling out a dollar, he drops it into a large jar that's about half filled with coins and a few stray bills.  Gothika walks up the other aisle to stand back at the front of the class with the rest of her team mates.  As she gets to the front of the class, Christopher is just turning around to go back to his desk and she stops him with a shake of her head.

"Oh, by the way…  We don't lie.  That's not something we do.  We have no reason to."

She smiles at him, and her fangs start to elongate as her eyes turn that blazing ice blue color.  He gasps and starts to back away from her as she throws her head back and laughs.

"Who's the bitch now little man?"

Mrs. Peterson claps her hands again sharply and Gothika turns around to look at her with an upraised eyebrow.

"Yes Mrs. Peterson?"

The teacher points to the jar with pursed lips.

"The swear jar isn't just for the students.  It's fifty cents per swear word.  This jar is going towards a class trip at the end of the semester… Sometimes I think the kids are swearing these days just to get it more full so they an have extra snacks on the trip."

Gothika reaches into an inner pocket and pulls out her wallet.  She pulls out a fifty and lifts her eyebrow as she looks over her shoulder and shrugs, slipping it into the jar.

"Don't worry about the change… with this kid, I'm sure I'll probably end up needing to put more in the jar."

Darknyss shakes her head and chuckles.

"I don't know… I think you scared him pretty good.  I think it will be a while before he picks with Carolanne."

Gothika reaches in her coat pocket again and pulls out a small bound book and hands it to Raynin who clears her throat to speak.

"Alright, so we have a special treat for you.  The three of us got our heads together and wrote a little something about our up coming match…  We thought it would be cute to do it in story form… you know… like T'was the night before christmas…  And I'm gonna read it for you."

She sits on the edge of Mrs. Peterson's desk and opens the book as she starts to read.


"Twas the night of Blaze of Glory and all through the SCW,
Everyone was is in a tizzy, preparing for their match in the Pay Per View.

The Champions were shining all their gold up with care,
In hopes that after their matches they still be there.

The superstars were flexing oiled muscles which gleam
as bombshells stood in front of mirrors to preen.

When out in the arena, there arose such a clatter
everyone ran to see just what was the matter.

It was time for the Bombshell Tag Team Championship don't you see,
The Tattooed Goddesses knew they'd lose to the Fallen Angels, three.

They'd talked so much smack, they'd started such a fuss,
They'd spewed foul language, they'd sworn and cussed.

Even Necra Octavian Kain and Amy Marshall were guilty
Of acting very catty and spewing language that was filthy.

But they knew in the end, all they were doing was blustering.
Cause deep in the pit of their stomach butterflies were fluttering.

They knew in the end, the three that they would face
Would whoop their behinds all over the place.

And in the end of it all, when the smoke was all cleared,
It would be the Fallen who'd be victorious as the crowd clapped and cheered.

As the pyrotechnics exploded and the curtain slowly parted
Out stepped the Fallen to get the party started.

As the trio walked down the ramp to claim the Bombshell Tag Team Championships
Darknyss called for a microphone and brought it to her lips.

'Now Necra, Now Amy, Now Amanda and Laura,
You all ran you mouths, but we've got something for ya'.

From the top of the turnbuckle, From Grace you can expect to fall,
Now crash on down, crash on down, crash on down all!!'

As the match goes on, the and the bodies are flying,
The Fallen only laugh as their opponents feel like dying.

After a Broken Halo sends their opponents into the ground,
the pair of Angels send the others off, HellBound.

As they float into the cover, you can hear the referee
Counting off the one, the two and the three.

And as the Fallen stand with their hands raised high,
All falls into place just as it's been prophesied.

The Tattooed Goddesses, Amy Marshall and the Goddess of Death all wondered how,
As the Fallen are proclaimed, SCW's Bombshell Tag Team Champions now."

Raynin closes her book and the kids all start to cheer.  Even Christopher claps at the end of the story.  Mrs. Peterson is about to speak, when Darknyss reaches once more in her duffle bag and pulls out a large envelope.

"Oh, and just so you all can see whether or not that little story we came up with comes true, I've gotten the entire class floor seats to the show.  There are four passes for each of you to bring your parents and siblings.  And if you need more, we've reserved a whole section just for you guys.  Just make sure to show your school ID when you show up with your class number on it."

The kids start to cheer again and Gothika can't help but smirk as she notices that Christopher now has on a Fallen T-shirt and is showing it off to his friends who have a different color.

"So Christopher… Still think Amanda Cortez is better than the Fallen?"

He shrugs and smirks.

"She's just hotter than you guys.  But I think I just might cheer for you now."

Gothika winks and nods slowly.

"I thought so.  So… let's all go down to the gym, and we will put on an exhibition match just for you guys."

The class cheers again and everyone jumps up to stand in line behind Gothika and Raynin and starts to file out of the room as the scene fades out.




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