Event: CLIMAX CONTROL DATE: Sunday, 05/19/2013
Place: San Francisco, California Venue: War Memorial Gymnasium
Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
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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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… SAPPHIC IDIOT?!! WHAT??!! ...
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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.
********** END ADVISORY!! **********
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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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