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Climax Control Archives / SCW ACT I: Extinct
« on: September 11, 2020, 05:15:34 AM »


Redemption. It had been more than a year since Pandora Barrett had last been inside an SCW arena. But all that was about to change. The Scream Queen had signed the dotted line on a contract to the company once more. She had unfinished business here. There were so many things Pandora wanted to accomplish, and not a damn person was going to keep her from completing each goal Pandora wanted too. This time around, she was going to make sure she lived up to her nickname of Scream Queen, and that adventure would begin at Climate Control. More specifically, with Apple Coren. The first of a whole new line of victims she had planned to rack up.

Our scene opens up backstage at the local arena. The entire room was dark, from the paint on the walls to the tile on the floor. A few white lights hanging on one single strand were hanging up on the far wall giving off a dim light source. There also happened to be one singular black metal folding chair placed in the very center of the room. The only door leading into the room would suddenly open, and strolling inward would be none other than Pandora Barrett herself to the shock and amazement of those watching at home. It had been a very long time since the black-haired beauty was last on the SCW silver screen. She made her way into the room and would then head over in the direction of the chair before sitting down comfortably. 

PANDORA ✪ BARRETT
"Death till us part. I'm sure some of you will remember that once upon a time, I was apart of this federation. I'm fairly sure some of you will remember that I was slowly dominating the women's roster with every win I was able to secure. Now, I know what everyone is thinking. I left. My old record doesn't matter -- because I just up and disappeared." She smirks. "But it does matter. Because if you thought I was a force back then, you haven't seen anything yet. I'm not here for chasing tail, nor am I'm not here for making friends either. I decided to come back because SCW has a few lowly bombshells on the roster that need to be -- exterminated."

She eased forward, resting the tips of her elbows against her kneecaps and would come to rest her chin on the inside of her right hand's palm. Her piercing blue eyes would look directly towards the camera.

PANDORA ✪ BARRETT
"I want to tell you all a small tale I've come across amongst my travels. You see, there's this old folk-tale I've heard I believe you all will get a kick out of listening too. We've heard that there's a possibility of hell but what I've stumbled across is when there are too many plebeian demons running around hell since there happened to be so many people doing evil deeds, they came up with this idea of extermination. The higher-up demons would call upon the Fallen Angels. Now for those of you who possess a low IQ score and don't understand what the term fallen angel means. It means angels that had sinned and were, therefore, cast out of heaven and sent directly to hell. Now, these fallen angels just so happened to be out in charge of clearing out all the inferior demons and wiped them out."

She would shift her posture leaning back from her hand while keeping those eyes on the camera. Just imagining being back inside an SCW wrestling ring was enough to get goosebumps to pop up on the surface of her arms. The rush of excitement from being in front of the SCW crowd. The feel of the hot spotlights shining down on her skin. It all made her think back to her last match in SCW.

PANDORA ✪ BARRETT
"You see, I'm going to become that fallen angel this federation needs. I'm going to wipe out those that need to be removed from the spotlight here. And that all starts with my return match against Apple Coren. I'm going to do what I do best, and that makes her scream in agony and pain. I'm not here to have little tea parties, or to be this privileged princess. Lord knows this place does not need another woman running around thinking she's entitled to everything simply because she looks like she stepped straight out of a Disney movie." A grin would slowly begin to form from the corners of her lips."I'm going to become the disastrous Villian to Apple's pretty princess and ruin any hopes she ever had of being SOMETHING in this federation. I don't care what all she has been able to achieve since getting here everything is going to come to a sudden halt all because management decided to make my first match back against her. I'm going to enjoy ruining that little girl's career before she's even had the chance to hold a title within this company. This match is my brand new start, and Apple hasn't had the opportunity to see and feel everything I'm capable of inside a ring. I wasn't given my nickname Malicious Madesmoelle for the hell of it. I like violence. I like being able to hurt others inside that ring and listening to their screams. I'm far beyond a Disney princess."

Pandora would push the center of her back against the sleek cold surface of the chair. She would then maneuver her own body in a way so that she would able to stand up on her feet.  Her right hand would raise up and gently press against the top of the chair.

PANDORA ✪ BARRETT
"Those days of being a nice girl and playing well with others is done. I don't give a damn about a single person inside this place. I have my eyes set on one goal and only one goal. I want to be the most dominating and feared bombshell that has ever signed a contract here. I've let my emotions go, and I'm just going to focus on causing as much mischief and pain as possible."Her statement would be followed by a small shrug of her shoulders, that sinister-looking grin still showing. "This is my life. Apple, you are going to be playing with me until the end of the night, and I can promise you that it won't be any fairytale come to life. There is no happy ending for you here, Apple. I enjoy hurting people, and I'm going to enjoy the rush I get from hurting you. I'm going to find pleasure in putting you with the dinosaurs, the Dodos, the aurochs, and many more that have gone extinct. Management doesn't care if I misbehave; it is what the crowd craves when they come to see wrestling. They come for the violence, for the blood-shed. So come if you're feeling brave."

Her delicate hand would slowly lift from it's current, and she would then drag her fingernails along the rim of the chair. Her feet would also begin to move as she made her way so that way, Pandora would now be standing behind the chair.

PANDORA ✪ BARRETT
"Make no mistake, Apple. I will break you down inside that wrestling ring. I want to hurt you. I'm not what this federation wants, but you damn well know I'm exactly what this federation needs. They need a bombshell that isn't afraid of pain, that isn't afraid to bleed." Her hand would move from the chair to reach right out of the line of the camera. Her fingertips would appear to grab something and then moved back into the line of the camera to reveal a perfect red apple. "This federation needs more fallen angels that are willing to bite, sort of speak. It needs more bombshells that aren't afraid of getting their hands dirty, but until more wanna join up, I'm willing to shoulder the burden of ridding this place of all those like you. I'll do the dirty deeds and start by removing you from your position in SCW. If you insist on coming down to the ring for our match, my instincts are going to take over. Those spotlights are going to drown you out in the exposure. You won't have anywhere to run, no one to run too for help, you're going to suffer, and I'm going to relish in your suffering and defeat. Just like the fallen angels' rid hell of all those demons, you will have the same outcome. You're stepping into my world, Apple. I'll become your nightmare beyond the mortal veil. You made a wrong turn at the crossroad, and now you're at your final episode, your match with me. " That hand holding the apple would begin to toss the fruit up into the air and catch it as it would descend back down. "When I decide to play, I don't lose, especially to some Disney princess wanna-be. As I said, I WANT to hurt you, and I plan to do just that. You won't be able to escape the ending to your fairytale. I'm going to become your poison apple, and there won't be any prince to save you. The true villain wins this battle, sweetheart, and you, Apple Coren, are no villain."

After one final catch, Pandora would bring the apple up to her lips and take a bite from the flesh of the fruit and pulled back, chewing the small bits of fruit before she would laugh and chuck the apple past her shoulder and turned walking out of the room. The camera would catch a glimpse as the apple would hit the floor and rock slightly back and forth before fading into darkness.

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Supercard Archives / GOLDEN BRIEFCASE LADDER MATCH - BOMBSHELLS
« on: January 04, 2019, 05:16:17 AM »
 ACT I: Sweet Treats

The cameras of Sin City Wrestling open up and show the inside of a vacant bakery shop. The table tops covered with various sweets and treats. Anything that could make anyone’s mouth water just by walking into the small store and smelling the aroma. The entire room didn’t have a single person in sight, which was unusual for a bakery but there was a reason for it.

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The door swings open and a small little bell sounds usually giving the staff members a signal a potential customer had just walked in. But rather then a customer, the person walking through the door was none other than Pandora Barrett herself. She wore this big smile across her lovely lips as she walked inside, allowing the door to close behind her. The beauty brushed back her black hair and looked towards the camera that was inside there from Sin City Wrestling. The beauty stopped at one of the display tables and pressed her hand down against the cool surface of the wood.

“Here we are again, the entire audience in Sin City Wrestling gets to witness how badly I want to make a name for myself inside this wonderful company. This company whose backed me in every single match and took notice of just how dominating and superior I am and put me in this Golden Briefcase match with five other competitors. But as I was sitting in my hotel room, a certain idea came rolling across my lovely mind.”

Pandora stepped closer towards the rows of freshly baked goods happened to be. The Scream Queen wore this gorgeous smile on her full lips as she brushed her fingertips along the table getting closer and closer towards the cupcakes until she finally came to a stop.

“All of my opponents remind me of certain cupcakes. Now, stay with me -- this might be a little hard for some of you to get but I’m going to explain. That way there’s no misunderstanding here. So let’s see what the Crown bakery has cooked up for us.”

Along the surface of the table was a row of perfect looking cupcakes in a variety of flavors and toppings. They truly looked like something straight out of a magazine with how near perfect they looked. Except sticking out from their colorful tops was a toothpick with a small circular picture of each of her five opponents. Pandora grinned along her lip stopping at the table. She reached her right hand around grasping a vanilla cupcake by the wrapper and brought it towards the front. There poking out from the sugar sweet topping happened to be a little circle picture of Mercedes Vargas face.

“The first cupcake we have -- is the basic of all basic cupcakes. This is their vanilla cupcake, with a vanilla buttercream frosting. Mercedes, this cupcake is just like you. Basic. Average. This isn’t the first time we’ve squared off inside the ring and probably won't be the last. But we all know who walked out that match the winner -- me. It’s going to be another repeat of that time. You’re way past your prime Miss Vargas. You may have been a winner before, but I have yet to witness you win anything in the most recent months. Your just like this cupcake overlooked -- with all the new flavors and new girls arriving at Sin City Wrestling, everyone knew it was only a matter of time before you were pushed aside and eventually rolled over. You can’t compare to the new bombshells coming into this promotion. Just like this sad, little cupcake can’t compete with all the new flavors and fillings popping up in the bakery business. I think its about time you put yourself on the self because no matter how much you wanna reinvent yourself, or add new moves to your move-list you’ll always be the same, boring, vanilla cupcake.”

She removed the toothpick from the sweet treat and tossed it in the trash before turning her body and setting the cupcake back down on the table where it belonged. Pandora smirked along those lips reaching that same handout and grasping the next cupcake that was there in a row. The next one besides the Vanilla happened to be a regular chocolate cupcake with chocolate buttercream frosting. There on that toothpick was sticking out a decoration with the face of “Mercedes Lewis” sticking out. Those fingertips plucked the toothpick out and rolled it in between her index and thumb tip.

“Next, we have Mercedes Lewis. Someone else easily forgotten among the other flavors. I’ve been apart of Sin City Wrestling for a little while now and have yet to be impressed by you. Much like this chocolate cupcake here. It’s done nothing to stick out, not even when you mix it with anything else. It’s just like you -- you're easily overshadowed by other female talents in Sin City Wrestling. Because sweetheart I didn’t even know you were in this business. But after this match, everyone who even had a hint of who you happened to be, will forget you ever existed. You’ll go back into the pool of bombshells that mean nothing in this federation never getting anywhere, never accomplishing anything but like this chocolate cupcake. Everyone knows its there, but compared to the other flavors -- no one really WANTS a regular chocolate cupcake. This match is your one chance at fame, and I hate to be the one to break it to you sweetheart -- your not walking out with that briefcase. My name is already scribbled all over that thing and no chocolate cupcake is going to stand in my way. “

She simply tossed the toothpick over her shoulder, not really caring about where it landed. Afterward, The Scream Queen reached her hand across grasping the next cupcake in line on the table. She grabbed a nice yellow tinted cupcake and grabbed the wrapping bringing the delicious treat back towards her. There was a decoration like the two previous ones before. This time there happened to be a little picture of “Apple Corn”

“This is a Lemon cupcake -- another standard, no real imagination cupcake. Something just anyone could come up and grab but with all those other regular cupcakes it rarely gets picked. Why? Because of the simple fact, you're average. With your baby face, and the way you handle yourself inside the ring. Your not ready to go against someone like me -- just like a lemon cupcake can’t stand against the better-flavored cupcakes. I haven’t seen you very much inside the ring either or heard the fans gossiping or even whispering your name. Maybe you should take this upcoming loss as a sign and take your career on a different path. That briefcase that’s hanging down is the key I need to make myself known in this federation. It’s the beginning of my true path in this business because trust me, Lemon, when I grasp that briefcase I WILL take it and cash it in on who I have in mind and take the title I desire and not a single person is going to stand in my way. So why don’t you take your little “career” to the next stop because Sin City Wrestling is about to have a NEW top female star in the company and you’re just in my way.”

Just like the other two, Pandora snapped the toothpick in half and dropped the remains down at her feet wiping the floor with the bottoms of her boots before then setting the cupcake back down beside the other two plain flavors. She had two more cupcakes left and a lot more to say. The Malicious Mademoiselle reached her hand over grasping the next one which happened to be a nice carrot cake cupcake. This time the little decoration happened to be “Kate Steele”. Just like the others, she grabbed the decoration and held it out.

“Right here, we have the carrot cake. You know, the flavor no one really cares about but yet it’s still there. It’s still the annoying cupcake only a small handful of people are willing to just sit there and swallow down. Much like yourself, Kate. Only a small handful of those gougers out there in the audience are willing to sit through your god-awful matches and watch you perform inside the ring. But I must give credit where it is due. You have actually been here and doing SOMETHING with your career. I have heard -- some news about you, so your not as irrelevant as the other three competitors before you. Just like this cupcake. They still make this god-awful thing and put it out there hoping it’ll be picked but it doesn’t really make the cut. Your gonna find yourself also coming up short. You’re not walking out of this match with that golden briefcase. You're going to crash and burn like the others and wonder what the hell happened. But let’s face it, deep down you already know that you're outclassed inside the ring and if you don’t -- then you will. You’ll experience my wrath when I make it my mission to make you scream because when I get inside that ring that’s all my opponents can do  -- is give a scream. Much like when people see this carrot cake cupcake sitting there they scream in horror and rush to get away but there won’t be an escape for you, Kate.”

She snapped the small wooden toothpick with a simple push of her fingers and released the pieces allowing them to fall down at the small pile she had been creating at the side of her feet. Pandora dusted her hands off once more as if they had gotten dirty at some point and then turned reaching across grasping the last cupcake, possibly the best out of the plain flavors. The last cupcake sitting there being none other then a Red Velvet Cupcake and that meant there was only one opponent decoration left that it could possibly be. The decoration happened to be “Trinity Jones” whose face was in the little circle at the top of the cupcake. Her fingertips reached down grasping the pick and pulled it clear from the cream cheese frosting.

“That leaves just one left. Now I’m certain I don’t need to tell you all what this flavor is but just in case you gougers are too stupid to understand what exactly this red sweet treat is here, it’s a Red Velvet cupcake. Just like there’s only one last opponent left -- Trinity Jones. Now you -- you I’ve heard things about.  The Dragon? Am I correct? Your possibly the best out of those other five competitors. Your the one I’m going to keep my eye on because I feel you just might want that briefcase like I do but there’s only one thing that differs between the pair of us, I want it that much more. I feel this won't be the last time we meet inside that ring Trinity Jones but I am going to make sure to leave a lasting impression. I’m going to show you regardless of your flavor, you’re still average. You’re still a cupcake that could easily be looked over and passed up when something that tastes better and smells better is put in front of someone. And Trinity, I’m the something better. Why would management want someone that’s mediocre at best carrying about that case? They’d be stupid to support someone that just doesn’t have the talents to take down the current champion. Hell, I’d take down the men’s champion if they’d let me. Trinity, you’re about to be overlooked due to the simple fact I maybe still a new addition to the roster but I’ve got all the experience I need to take down each and every one of you “average” bombshell gougers.”

She snapped the last toothpick in half and set the cupcake down on the table after dropping the wooden pick to the floor. Pandora chuckled as she turned her back towards the cupcakes allowing her figure to block the camera from seeing the tasty treats. She leaned the small of her back against the edge of the table and tilted her head towards the side.

“You all don’t compare to me. I might be the newer addition to the roster but I know I’ve had the skills, and the drive to get what I want. That Golden Briefcase match was made for me to become the victor and challenge for the title of my choosing. I’m going into the new year to make my name known through our entire industry. Now I know you’re all wondering what cupcake I am if all those others are the regular cupcakes -- let me answer your question. Bob!”

The raven brought her hands upwards and clapped her hands once, twice, thrice before out from the corner of the camera angle walked a man dressed in a butler suit and carrying a silver platter with a larger silver cover keeping whatever it was inside hiding from the camera's view. He stopped in front of Pandora and handed the dish easily over. Pandora held the dish with one hand and used the other to usher the butler off.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this under the cover is the worlds most expensive cupcake. Something you certainly wouldn’t get any regular day of the week. Oh no, this cupcake is extremely special. I had it flown in all the way from Dubai's Bloomsbury’s cupcakes. Take a peek at “The Golden Phoenix” “

Pandora lifted the silver handle of the bowl covering the plate and revealed the special cupcake. A huge smile on her face as the camera switched from the gorgeous black haired beauty towards the rather impressive cupcake.

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“The chocolate cupcake is baked with premium Amedei Porcelana chocolate and premium Ugandan vanilla beans and covered in 23-carat edible gold sheets. The cake is frosted with chocolate icing and dusted with edible gold dust. It's then garnished with chocolate decor that's dusted in more gold dust. Organic chocolate-covered strawberries and a golden spoon complete the dish. This one cupcake alone cost about one thousand dollars. This little dessert is something you can’t get any day of the week -- just like me. All sorts of new bombshells can join this federation in hopes of making it big but they all don’t have what it takes to win. Just like when this cupcake comes around, the people seem to forget all about all the other flavors because that is the only one that matters. I’m the only bombshell in Sin City Wrestling that is going to matter once I grab that golden briefcase. I plan to change the face of the bombshell division, and that entire path starts as soon as my fingers grasp it, and free it from the hook. “

She set the silver cover down covering the other plain cupcakes that were on the table behind her. Pandora then grasps a hold of the golden spoon bringing a slow smile on those full luscious lips. This cupcake was truly something to behold and something completely out of the ordinary. You couldn’t get this cupcake anywhere else nearby and the rarity showed.

“Bombshells -- please rest up and get ready because when that pay-per-view comes, and our match signals to start -- you won't be able to escape. You won't stand a chance. It’s my destiny to carry that case and it’s all your destiny to lose against me inside that ring and there’s going to be nothing sweeter or taste better than when your all looking up at me and wondering what the hell you all had done wrong.”

Pandora took the spoon and brought it towards the cupcake easily scooping some up onto the face end of the spoon before bringing it up towards those lips of hers but she paused, not taking a bite just yet. Instead, she lowered the spoon back down and cocked her head towards the side.

“This bite right here is probably worth about two hundred and fifty dollars. Ladies -- Bombshells -- whatever everyone wants to call you, let’s hope you're ready for it. I can’t wait for this match to come around because it’s just another chance to display my abilities and powers to the entire world watching. Maybe now the powers at management will see that I’m the next big thing in SCW, I’m the one everyone needs to keep watch on because out of all those roster members I’m the best -- I’m the one that’s going to become something and make this promotion the one to watch. Sin City Wrestling is going to become the best wrestling federation anyone has ever seen when I become a champion.”

Finally, she brought the spoon to her lips and took the bite. The moment the sweet tasting treat touched her tongue, she closed her eyes letting an “Mhmm” escape her lips before opening them back up and chewed the bit of cake. Once she was done, she set the spoon back down on the plate and then turned back towards the camera once again.

“I plan to stop the show, and I plan to show the entire world what I’m really like when I take my gloves off and get serious. It's about time everyone starts looking at me and seeing me as a force not to be messed with. Maybe after everyone sees this match then will all finally see that I’m serious, this isn’t some playtime for me until I get bored and then leave. This federation is my life and no one messes with my life. That briefcase is going to better my life, and better my career because after I become the golden briefcase winner I WILL take whatever title I want too and no one, absolutely no one will be able to take it off me and that will truly be a sweet treat.”

Pandora turned around walking out the door the little bell sounding once more, and the angle caught the vision of Travis Levitt outside the shop in one of his many fancy cars. He rolled down the passenger side window and looked over at the Scream Queen standing there.

TRAVIS LEVITT
“Need a lift?”

“Sure, you always show at the right time. Let’s get out of here.”

She opened the passenger side door and easily slipped into the car before closing the door. The last thing the camera was able to catch was the sight of Pandora leaving with Travis, allowing the camera to swerve back around towards the front of the store before fading into darkness.

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Climax Control Archives / Thread Of Fate
« on: December 21, 2018, 09:11:37 PM »
 ACT I: The Thread

The cameras of Sin City Wrestling opened up on the inside of Metropolitan Gallery and art museum. There didn’t appear to be a single person in sight as the entire gallery happened to be empty of anyone moving about. No staff members, no security, the only soul that happened to be standing there was none other than Pandora Barrett herself. She was standing in one place looking at a certain picture that hung on the wall. The Malicious Mademoiselle would draw in a deep breath as she shoved her hands inside the pockets of her leather jacket and tilted her head towards the side.

“So here we are for act two inside Sin City Wrestling. And this week the powers that be decided to place me against the Legacy Champion and for what reason? I really don’t care. All I care about is taking the appropriate steps I need to in order to obtain what I want and by now I think that’s perfectly clear what I want. I want a championship placed on my shoulder and I plan to make that dream become a reality. This second match of mine is simply the second step on my way to success.”

She took a few steps forward passing by a few beautiful paintings on the wall and couldn’t resist lifting her right hand free from her pocket and pressed her fingertips softly down against the wall and dragged her fingers along as she continued to slowly step down the hallway. The camera following along with her every move she had made.

“Jessie Salco, let's make one thing clear. I don’t give a damn who you pissed off -- or what exactly you did to get on the boss's bad side. All I care about is you showing up at Climate Control so I can kick your ass, just like I did to Paran before you. I’m not playing around here, I’m not doing this as some sort of entertainment and feel as if a loss wouldn’t matter -- my wrestling career here matters to me. So if I have to be put against someone like you, a champion then so be it. I’ll make you and the rest of this wrestling organization realize that I’m a true threat here and not a single person on this roster can stand up against what I can do inside that ring. Just like these pieces of art. They can be duplicated but the originals are the ones worth a fortune and everyone loves to see. Your just another female competitor -- someone who is in a few years will disappear off into the abyss never to be seen from again.”

The raven moved finally coming up towards a Greek statue. It was truly marvelous, a statue of three women all huddled around one another and there in between two of the stone women's fingertips happen to be a long, thin piece of string.

“Jessie, I bet you don’t understand what this statue is, do ya? Allow me to give you a little history lesson. This is the Moirai -- or in English, they’re called The Fates. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. You see, these three lovely ladies in white -- they control the thread of life. This little thread right here. These three decided who stayed alive and who died when they sliced through that thread of life they hold in between their hands.”

She made her way closer towards the statue and pressed her hand against the cool marble and brushed her fingertips against the stone. Those orbs turned looking down at the heads before then moved her attention towards the string that was glistening against the light.

“You see, these ladies don’t control your future Jessie, I do. I control your future in SCW because when you do lose against me, your future isn’t going to be looking so bright anymore. You're going to find yourself on this amazing losing streak till you fade out of existence. I’m the one that’s going to control your fate because when you lose against me, there’s nothing left for you. You will lose that title, and you will lose your drive to even step foot inside SCW that’s how serious this match is for me. I’m not caring who you’ve beaten in the past, who you think was an amazing victory over, all your past accomplishments are going to be meaningless. Because I'm going to out wrestle you, outsmart you, and just shove you all the way down to where you belong at the bottom.”

Pandora rose her hand upwards brushing her fingertips along the tiny string. Her eyes watching the facial expressions on the statue circling around before finally reaching the backs of the three stone women. Those dangerous eyes looking up at the camera as she started to speak once more.

“I consider myself more like Hades, the god of the underworld because let's face it -- I don't exactly look like I belong with the rest of the ladies on this roster -- and Hades, he doesn't exactly belong with the other gods now does he? But he is certainly one of the most popular amongst the other Greek gods and goddesses. And just like Hades, you're not going to overcome me. You don't have the pure wrestling talent or ability that I have. Just like no other god could run the underworld, no other wrestler can push me out of that ring and beat me. Not a single soul on this roster is worthy of that.”

She shifted her body turning towards the side and took a few simple feet steps forward and leaned down snagging up a small black bag she had placed there prior to Pandoras little visit right now. Once the bag was in her hand, a sly grin began to pull from the corners of her full lips. The beauty stood up to her full height with the bag firmly gripped in between her fingertips and she turned her focus back towards the expensive camera.

“In this bag is something that's going to show you -- just how you're going to fall. This little bag holds the key to your downfall. You see, Jessie -- I’m not the type to play around and just take it easy during this matches. I don't care who you are, I’m the only one that matters when that bell sounds because I can promise everyone watching both staff and fans alike I’m walking out the match the winner. Everyone knows there's no way to beat a god and Jessie, that's exactly what you're going up against. I’m going to beat you so bad inside that it, its going to make my first match look like a warm-up. This time around everyone’s going to see Pandora when she takes her match more serious and I promise you, Jessie, you won't like it at all. I hope you're not intending on being very physically or mentally well this coming Christmas holiday because I plan to rip you apart piece by piece and leave you a little ball of nothing for this holiday season.”

She held onto the bag with one hand and used the digits on her opposite hand to pull open the zipper before reaching inside the contents of the bag searching around for a few moments before her fingertips seemed to find exactly what she had been looking for. Precious seconds later, her hand would pull out revealing a shiny pair of steel scissors. After the camera caught sight of the scissors, she would allow the bag to simply drop down at her feet no longer seeming to care about it.

“Jessie, you see these lovely scissors? These scissors in my hand represent my finisher moves and all my signature moves that I’m planning to use on you during our little matchup this week on Sin City Wrestling’s Climate Control. They're a tool that’s going to take you down just like all of my entire move list.”

Pandora turned her focus back towards the statue and more specifically the thread that was pulled open the silver scissors. She moved her free hand, sticking out her index fingertip and ran it carefully along the string.

“This thread, this very one right here in between this statues fingertips represents your career here in SCW. This thread is an example of all the sweat, blood, and tears you’ve poured into becoming the Legacy champion here. This thread is basically you and everything you stand for Jessie.”

She shifted the scissors and placed the string in between the blades but she hadn’t yet decided to snip the string just yet. Those dangerous blue orbs looked over towards the camera once more and that smile only seemed to grow more devious as she looked at him.

“These scissors right here represent me, and how you have no ability to stop me and there’s literally nothing you can do. You don’t have any way of bringing my mission inside SCW to a halt or even pausing it. I plan to slice right through your resolve and show you no mercy once that bell sounds. Just like these scissors are about to cut this string.”

Pandora winked towards the angle of the camera as she then squeezed the handles together bringing the blades down and slicing the string straight in half. The two ends now hung down at the sides of the stone statue. The beauty chuckled at the sight before turning around to face the audience members all watching and tilted her head towards the right side.

“You see, your career is over just with the cut of the scissors and once the bell tolls, that symbolizes the end of your wrestling career inside Sin City Wrestling. I control your fate now Jessie and I hope you are truly ready to step foot inside that ring with me because no one ever is. No one is ready to go against me and you certainly aren't and never will be. I’m the type that sets her mind on something and it comes to pass, Jessie I have my heart set on beating you. Hope you're ready -- because your thread of fate has been cut and there’s no tying that sucker back together.”

Pandora made her way back towards the back placing the scissors back inside and quickly zipped the zipper. She easily held the bag in her hand and then leaned forward brushing a soft kiss against the statues cheek before patting the top of the woman's head and then turned heading towards the door but she stopped short deciding to make her escape before she was caught. Not like she’d really care, but the last thing Pandora wanted was to have to deal with the cops the night before the show.

“Jessie Salco, I guess there’s just one thing left to say huh? It’s showtime.”

Pandora then rose her hand upwards and brushed her lips against the smooth side of her palm before blowing a kiss and then completely spun around so her back was turned towards the camera and made her way out of art museum. The doors would close behind her, allowing the expensive equipment twisted around and shined back on the statue and the two sides of the string that hung down focusing on the string as the camera fades to black.

ACT II: So Many Questions

It was a few days since her little visit at the Art Museum Pandora was seen backstage dressed in her wrestling gear and her prized black leather jacket. Only differences were the black Santa hat that sat at the top of her head that read “Humbug” across in white. She was stretching, leaning forward and making sure her body was warmed up and ready to go when a woman, the SCW backstage reporter Holly Wood came up behind her.

Holly Wood
“Excuse me, Miss Pandora Barrett -- may we have a few words with you?”

Pandora turned around rolling her eyes at the interviewer and shifted her body slightly so she was fully facing the backstage personnel. The beauty would put on a fake grin tilting her head towards the side.

“Sure, why not -- its only moments from my match. But let’s get in a few last minute questions. Shoot away Wood.”

The female personal would clear her throat before moving the microphone so it was placed right under her lips and allowed her to speak clearly. Obviously, she was a bit nervous about having to interview the Malicious Mademoiselle but it was her job right?

Holly Wood
“How do you feel about going into your second match here at Sin City Wrestling? Do you feel any sort of added pressure because this match was set up by Christian Underwood?”

The simple questions she asked would cause a short chuckle to escape her lips. She shifted her stance a bit at the bottom of her boots and pushed her palms into the pockets of her black jacket. Oh answering these were surely going to be fun.

“How do I feel? I feel pumped up. Excited even. And no, it's not to perform for all those gorgers in the audience, its to put Jessie Salco in her place. She may have been a top bombshell before -- but that was BEFORE I got here. That was before they even knew I existed and now that I’m here no one is going to stand in my way. Not a single bombshell on this roster can go toe-to-toe with me inside that ring and I’m pretty sure they all know it by now. And as far as Christian Underwood setting the match up? I don’t care if he did. All he did in my eyes was set another woman to get squashed.”

Holly would shift the microphone back under her mouth. Those nerves only seemed to grow more with each statement Pandora made to answer those curious questions she had been asking. Holly knew she had at least a few more she wanted to get off her chest.

Holly Wood
“How do you feel being apart of the Sin City Wrestling’s bombshell division? Are you nervous about going against anyone or excited maybe?”

“Your joking right? I’m Pandora Barrett, I don’t get nervous and I don’t “sweat” anyone on this entire roster. I’m looking forward to going through all the women the upper management wants to put me against. I don’t care if its some newly signed bombshell or the oldest one that’s been here the longest. I WILL go through whoever I have to in order to make my name in this federation and my name is known worldwide.”

The interviewer would bite down on her bottom lip, shifting the microphone once more towards those full lips of hers. Holly Wood wanted to get these questions done and over with. There was only one last thing left on the list and she honestly couldn’t wait for it to be completed.

Holly Wood
“Is there anything else you’d like to tell the SCW world or your opponent Jessie Salco about tonight's match?”

“Yeah, I hope she has a very Merry Christmas because I know mine is going to come early. I’m gonna make my own Christmas wish come true on my own and not bother waiting for some jolly fat old man to come through and make it happen. I’m in charge of my destiny and my wrestling ability inside this place. I’m going to make all my dreams come true at the expense of Jessie’s own. So do try and enjoy your holidays, Jessie, because when that bell sounds I’m turning into your own personal Krampus coming to discipline you since you’ve been a naughty girl. Ho. Ho. Ho.”

The Scream Queen would then intensively stare down at Holly Wood making the female instantly cower, fearful that Pandora was going to take out some frustration right there and then. After a few tense moments, Pandora finally turned around disappearing down the hallway leaving Holly to breathe a sigh of relief as the scene fades to darkness.  

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Climax Control Archives / Monsters In My Head.
« on: December 07, 2018, 08:22:09 PM »
 ACT I: SETTLING IN

The signature on her Sin City Wrestling contract was still drying, Pandora Barrett had just signed with the Las Vegas local wrestling show and was incredibly excited about making an impact at the wrestling company that ran out of where she lived so it was almost expected that she’d sign a wrestling contract with the company and now she was set to have her debut match on the brand against Parand Ara. The excitement was shooting through her veins when the match was announced, but that was merely days away.

The gorgeous raven-haired wrestler had finally made it home after a grueling schedule on the road. Pandora had just walked through her front door and immediately dropped the bag onto the ground. She was physically exhausted after getting hours of training done inside the training center she usually attends when she’s home. Once inside, the malicious mademoiselle makes her way over towards her black leather couch and allows her body to drop down on the cushion leaning back comfortably and sighing. She reached her right hand up and grasp the brim of her baseball cap pulling it clear off her head before carelessly tossing it aside not really caring where it landed, she figured she’d find it eventually.

“Man, what a long day. I think those trainers really kicked my ass inside that ring.”

She shifted her feet, bringing one up at a time and kicking off the Chuck Taylors she was currently wearing without having to lean down and actually untie the shoelaces. Once she had completed that the dark beauty stretched her petite figure out along the couch cushions before making a stretch to reach across the sofa and grab the remote to turn something on her television screen just to have the noise in her ears. Pandora bent her arm at the elbow and placed her head to rest on one of her open palms as if it was a makeshift pillow and watched the screen not really caring what was on. As she watched the screen she could feel her eyelids getting heavier and heavier and it was growing harder to keep herself awake until she felt a buzz coming from her pocket.

“Man -- this had better be bloody important.”

The beauty lifted her head up from her palm and pulled her sore and tired body to sit upright on the couch before digging that palm down into her pocket and retrieving her cellular device and after a simple push on the side of the black phone she saw the image of one of her closest friends in the wrestling business, Travis Levitt come up across the screen and a wide smile began to spread from the corners of her lips.

“Oh, he better make this good.”

The words mumbled out from her tired lips as she leaned her back against the padded cushion of the couch kicking her feet up along the edge of the coffee table and further allowed her body to relax after such a hard and trying day. She swiped right to answer the call before pressing the phone up against her ear.

“Hello, Travis.”

………..

She’d pause listening in as the voice on the other end of the phone rambled off a warm hello. Pandora couldn’t resist the grin that showed along her lips just hearing the voice of her only friend in this new company.  He would understand exactly what she was going through being new to this specific wrestling brand as well.

………..

“Well, of course, I’m a little nervous. I’ve never been a part of this company before and its the first time wrestling in front of this type of crowd. But what I’m not worried about is wrestling in front of the entire roster. They need to be put on notice that another STAR in our business has come to their federation. They need to bear witness to just how dangerous I truly am. I don’t intend to come into SCW to make friends or make relationships with others, I’m coming into this federation to put their champions on notice.”

………...

Another pause could be heard as Pandora was listening closely to Travis on the other end of the phone. A small chuckle could be heard after a brief pause and she couldn’t resist shifting her body leaning forward and uncrossing her legs from the top of the table and pressed the bottom of her sock covered feet down against the hard floor.

“Yeah, I know I have the match in the bag. I’ve never even heard of this chick before, and I’ve been in a few federations since I’ve been back no one seems to be buzzing about this chick? Walking talking blanket? I really don’t give a damn what she is. All that’s going to matter is that she’s going to be the loser of our match. But you know how that is -- look who they got you facing this week. I guess we all must start somewhere right?”

………...

Pandora kept the phone pressed against her ear noticing her throat was getting a little parched. The beauty decided to make her way towards the fridge and pulled open the handle of the large household equipment. She decided to stay on the phone, leaning downwards to the bottom shelf and snagged up one of the plastic bottles pulling it free from the plastic bag that held them all together. Once she had a hold of the one she desired, Pandora turned around using the heel of her right foot to close the fridge door. Once the door came to a complete close the beauty was able to bring her hand to the top of the plastic bottle and with a simple twist of her hand twisted the cap right off. Once the plastic cap was off, she wrapped her hand around the plastic bottle before bringing it up towards her lips taking a quick sip.

“I know I don't have to prove anything to anyone, I don't owe those gorgers in the audience anything. I don’t owe the gorgers in the back anything. I plan to give the perfect example of true power inside that squared circle none of this bull crap these other “ladies” have shown here. You know that I’m more than capable of dealing with them inside and outside the ring you just show that guy you're facing your no joke inside the ring. Just like I'm going to do to Parand Ara. She’s not going to know what hit her but she will when she sees me standing victorious and my arm is raised by the referee. And believe me, I can’t wait to see the looks on everyone's face as a newcomer defeats someone who's been on the roster much longer. That’s going to be priceless to bear witness too. ”

…….

She listened to what he had to say about his opponent on the other end, taking another swig of the cool refreshing water and then decided to go ahead and get off the call.

“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I know. I’ll talk to you later I gotta get up early and head to this physiatrist appointment in the morning to get cleared for wrestling”

………

“Yeah, me too. See you in then.”

After saying that the beauty hung up the phone with a smile showing clearing on her face. The self-proclaimed Scream Queen was exhausted from the physically taxing day and took one more glance at the photo on the screen before deciding to head to her bedroom to soak in a warm bath and then head to bed ready for what was to come next. She leaned over picking up the remote to the television once more and pressed the power button turning off the expensive entertainment equipment and then turned disappearing down the hallway into the bedroom to settle in for the night so she’d be able to refresh and hopefully get some much-needed rest and relaxation. Pandora was not looking forward to seeing this head doctor but it was a must if she wanted to work in the company. So, it gave her little choice so there was no wiggle room, there was no getting out of it. The cameras watched as she walked through the doorway of the bathroom and pushed the door wide open making her way to the marble tub and proceeded to turn the faucet on after leaning towards the side and grasping the bottle of bubble bath and added it slowly to the running water allowing the bubbles to form and then stood up to her feet once more closing the door with a simple push of the hand and turned her back towards the camera pulling off her shirt as the camera would fade into darkness.

ACT II: Monsters In My Head

It was fairly early in the morning when Pandora Barrett arrived to the SCW arena. The malicious mademoiselle was seen in her locker room after having changed out of her casual attire and into one of the wrestling outfits she had used in previous matches and snagged up her leather jacket easily slipping her arms through before glancing in the mirror.

“All right, let’s go talk to this quack.”

Pandora tugged the collar of her black jacket tighter around her neck before turning tail and walking out of the locker room. The camera followed along as she made her way through the hallway, this place was much different from the others being new to the roster meant no one knew who she was, no stagehands to offer kind hellos or how you doing at her as she passed on by. Instead, they were just busy doing what assignments they were supposed to be doing. Pandora finally made it to the door and faintly knocked on the door. After a brief pause, the door was finally answered and standing there happened to be a psychiatrist, Dr. Kingsfield.

DR. KINGSFIELD
“Hello Ms. Barrett, do come in.”

This was the last thing Pandora wanted to do, but she wanted to participate here so it gave her little choice. The beauty gave a faint nod and then made her way through the open doorway. Those dark eyes quickly scanned around at the surroundings already not liking this idea but she found her way over towards the small couch and sat down without another word. The doctor simply closed the door and made his way over towards his office chair.

DR. KINGSFIELD
“Ms. Barrett. Now I’ve asked you here so that way we can discuss your first match at SCW. I was instructed to make sure your mind is free and clear from all distractions so that way you’ll be able to safely perform inside the ring. Are you alright with that?”

“Not like I have much choice, I wanna get in that ring and whoop the headscarf off Paran Ara so all signs would point to yes. Let’s just so this damn thing already. I’ve got places to go and people to beat. Chop, chop mister head doctor.”

With that being said the raven would lay back on the couch lifting one arm into the air an swiping her finger in the air taunting the doctor to go ahead and get this show on the road. She had places to go and people to see, Pandora's time was precious and she certainly didn't want to be here right now but it was a requirement. With that being said, he held up the first picture.

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DR. KINGSFIELD
“All right, what do you see here?”

Pandora turned her head glancing towards the paper and studied the black ink blot. It didn’t take her long to come to a conclusion on what the picture resembled. She didn’t bother to move rather than just turned her head and replied.

“I see a werewolf. A fearless, ferocious creature that enjoys causing mischief and trouble. Much like I’m going to do to my opponent this week. She doesn’t understand just yet what I'm capable of -- no one here at SCW does. But do, believe me, they're all going to see it. They're going to witness what its like for a true competitor to step foot inside that ring and rip that woman apart. I don’t give a damn what she’s done in the past or what she hasn't done -- all that’s going to matter is the fact she LOST again to me. I plan on causing as much trouble for her as I possibly can and she simply doesn’t have the abilities to overcome me.”

The doctor gave a puzzled expression but simply jotted the notes down on the pad of paper he held on his lap before setting that one down on the small nightstand beside the pair. He then proceeded to pick up the next one and held it out.

DR. KINGSFIELD
“What about here. What do you see in this picture?”

Once more the beauty simple turned her head towards the side looking at the ink on the paper and then a slow smile began to creep from the corners of her lips. This one she moved swinging her legs off the couch and moved the rest of her body to sit upright on the side.

“I see Frankenstein. A massive creature made -- not born, that no one understands. I feel for this creature because we’re similar in so many ways. This creature is so misunderstood. And a lot of the times people misunderstand my reasons for being in this business. They think I'm here to play nice and make all the friends I can, Oh no. I’m FAR beyond that. I want to become the best -- the BEST in any wrestling company and if I have to step on whoever I need to in order to accomplish that goal I will. I WILL step over Parand and become the winner. Everyone will take notice that I’m a true threat in this company and they will fear my name if they see it up on the match card going against them. Just like how the townspeople feared Frankenstein, I want that for myself. I want FEAR -- because with fear comes respect.”

With each answer she gave, Dr. Kingsfield was growing more and more uneasy. He lifted his hand adjusting the collar of his dress shirt and cleared his throat knowing he had just one other picture to show the Malicious Mademoiselle and frankly, wasn’t really thrilled about what answer could possibly be next from her lips. He took a breath, scribbling down some notes once more before gaining the inner strength and lifting the last picture and holding it up.


DR. KINGSFIELD
“What about this last one?”

Like the previous two, Pandora studied the photo and then chuckled. She lifted her right hand and ran her fingers through her straight black hair pulling the strands clear from her face before she spoke.

“This is the last one? And you wanna know what I see right?”

She watched the doctor nod his head waiting.

“I see Dracula, the monster -- not the person. I see a cold-blooded, dead inside, monster who takes what he needs in order to survive. It takes the one thing everyone needs in order to live, blood. I strive to be like this monster, I want to take whatever I need. And right now, I need the win. The win is crucial to my success in this company and I plan to take it straight from Parand Ara own hands. She’s not going to have any hope of surviving this matchup. She’s GOING to have another loss on her record and this one is coming straight from me.”

He took the pen in his hand and once more wrote down his findings. He then would adjust his legs pressing his feet down against the floor and set the photo down amongst the other ones. Pandora could tell that he was uneasy and it brought nothing but pure joy.

“If that’s all. I have a match I need to be training for. “

DR. KINGSFIELD
“Uhh -- very well Ms. Barrett. I’ll make sure to pass along my findings.”

Pandora simply grinned as she used her hands to press down on the cushion of the couch and stood to her feet. The beauty made her way towards the door gripping the handle and pulled it open about to walk through but she paused glancing past her shoulder towards the doctor.

“Mr. Kingsfield, it was a pleasure meeting you.”

She then chuckled before walking out the door and heading down the hallway. The doctor, in turn, closed the door and leaned his back against it. He had never been so relieved to see someone leave his office beforehand.

DR. KINGSFIELD
“There’s something wrong with that one.”

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