Event: SCW's High Stakes III DATE: Sunday, 10/13/2013
Place: St. Trinidad Venue: Turtle Rock Beach
Match: BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH UP
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The time has finally come for the Vampyric Angel to get her shot at claiming the coveted Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Championship for herself! After a full year of working towards this moment… Putting herself through her own mental hell as she tries to get noticed so she could be in the running, she's finally gotten the shot she's dreamed about. She's thrown down the gauntlet and after the back and forth of the past month, the time is now! She has to step into the ring against the woman that she's challenged almost two months ago… The self proclaimed superhero, Roxi Johnson!! The stakes could not be any higher than this moment! Will our resident Blood Sucker be able to do what she's claimed that she can do and put an end to the reign of the Spandex Clad Champion? Or will she be taken out before her meteoric rise can reach it's climax? Will he be able to claim that which she's wanted to hold for so long? The suspense is killing me! Let's find out what happens...
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… DRAG YOU TO HELL ...
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********** WARNING!! **********
The following are scenes from the daily lives of the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Tag Team Champions, The Fallen. They were not intended for the younger viewers of our audience. They contain content which is extremely graphic in nature. So graphic, they've even given me nightmares which make me hide under the bed and use a night light if I watch them for too long. If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until you have something to settle your stomach before continuing. If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further. If you do go further, be prepared to wet and soil yourselves. You have to provide your own diapers and wet wipes. 
Parental discretion is advised.
********** END ADVISORY!! **********
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Time: October 1, 2013… 8:30 PM… Just after Sunset...
Place: On the Open Seas… Aboard the Royal Monarch Cruise liner… In The Exercise Room...
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Everyone in the company has been enjoying themselves on this trip on the High Seas. It's been fun in the sun and all that jazz for most of the Ladies and Gentlemen who have decided to get on the amazing ride that is working for the Sin City Wrestling. There has even been a couple of weddings that have sparked off between a few of the people who work off camera. When John and Victor got married, there wasn't' a dry eye in the house. And when Courtney and Cameron got hitched… Let's just say there were more fights that took place during that ceremony than took place during the show two nights later.
But this has been not just a pleasure trip for everyone. Things have taken place in the ring that made it very different from a simple vacation or tour. Matches have been won and lost… Titles have changed hands… Number One contenders have been named… Champions have left the company leaving a large hole where there shouldn't have been one… Lives have been changed… Fates have been sealed… Yes, it's been a real roller coaster for the men and women who step through those ropes to bring you quality entertainment week after week. And for the Angels of the Fallen, things have truly been up and down.
But the one thing that was a constant, at least or one half of the Former Bombshell Tag Team Champions was the upcoming match that had been scheduled at the Pay Per View. Gothika was to step into the ring against the woman whose chest she'd decided to slap a huge bullseye. She was to stand toe to toe against Roxi Johnson for the title which she'd been wanting to get her hands on since she'd stepped foot into the company. She was finally getting her chance to grab a hold of the title which every female in the company has been tripping over themselves to get their hands on. The coveted Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Championship was within reach of her fingertips and she was hell bent not to let it slip through her fingers.
So she was preparing herself in the only way she knew how… She was training, and training hard. Normally, she'd let Darknyss work her out, but with them being trapped on the boat, she'd decided to give Darknyss a day off and train by herself. So at this moment, while her friend was off enjoying a bit of the night life, she was in the exercise room, trying to up her max just a bit before the big day hit. He was wearing a pair of black spandex short shorts, and a matching sports bra with a pair of all black Reebok high tops and a pair of black slouch socks, pushed down around her ankles. Around her forehead, she's got a black sweatband and matching wristbands around her wrists. She had her iPhone in an armband around her forearm, and a pair of bluetooth headphones wrapped around the top of her head, holding her dark hair back in soft waves, keeping it from falling into her eyes. Her pale skin stood out starkly in comparison to the outfit she was wearing, and her body was drenched in sweat.
She stood beside the bench where she was lifting, sipping water from her water bottle slowly so as not to shock her system. Her hair was hanging down onto her shoulder in wet loose waves as she shook her head quickly, then started to bop her head to the music she was listening to as she worked her body out. Her eyes were flashing in the fluorescent lights of the room, and she leaned over to pick up her towel to wipe her sweat drenched brow, breathing heavily for a moment before she sat back down and laid back so she could start another set of bench press. She had a good start going with her set when her teammate, Raynin walked through a far door and came over to stand at her head, spotting her as she lifted the heavy bar slowly. After she had finished her set of fifteen, Gothika put the weights back on the rack and set up. Raynin motioned for her to take off her headphones and Gothika sighed heavily as she pulled them off of her ears. Raynin frowned a bit before she spoke.
"I thought you were gonna wait for me to get back from the bathroom before you started the next set. Why did you start early?"
Gothika shrugged and shook her head.
"Well, I'll be honest… I have been feeling like you aren't really trying to help me out with this."
Raynin's frown deepened and she raised her hands in shock.
"What the hell?! Why would you think that?"
Gothika raised her eyebrow and looked Raynin up and down slowly.
"Um… maybe it's because for the past few weeks, you've been trying your damnedest to make me look bad!"
Raynin's jaw drops and she looks shocked and hurt and she took a step back from her friend, shaking her head slowly.
"I can't believe you would say that! How in the hell can you think that? I've never done anything of the sort!!"
Gothika picks up her towel and wipes her face again, breathing heavily and she shakes her head.
"Well you sure could have fooled me! Ever since I threw my hat in to try and get my hands on the Bombshell Title, it has felt like you've done nothing but try to sabotage me! You cost us our Tag Team Titles… You practically threw me to the wolves at Climax Control… I mean come on Raynin! What the hell!! If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were jealous of the fact that I am join to get the chance to hold onto the title that you've been wanting to get your hooks back in for the past year!"
Raynin rolls her eyes and shakes her head and takes a step towards her partner.
"That couldn't be any further from the truth than the rumor that Roxi Johnson's a natural red head. I mean come on… you can tell from a mile away that it's a bad dye job. And you should know me better than that. Of course I can't say that I'm not jealous cause yes… I wanted the shot. But you also know that I couldn't be happier that you got it!! I mean, let's face it! You and I both know that for the Bombshell Championship to be taken back to it's former glory, it has to be held by an Angel of the Fallen, which means, you, Me, Darknyss or Michelle has to have it around one of our waists. And since Michelle isn't wrestling, and Darknyss said she WON'T wrestle unless it's absolutely necessary, that leaves you and me. Besides… you deserve your chance! You've worked hard to get it! You've put your body through hell, dealt with the mind games, and you've come out on top of them all. Hell yeah you deserve this shot! But I promise you… Cross my heart and hope to suffer one of Darknyss's worst trainings imaginable… I am not trying to sabotage you Gothika."
Gothika frowns and crosses her arms and shakes her head slowly.
"Then I just don't get what's gotten into you, Raynin. I mean, I'm putting my all out there on the mat for everyone to see. But it just seems like you've about given up."
Raynin takes a deep breath and shrugs, shaking her head slowly.
"Nah. I haven't given up. You know I haven't. It's just… I've got alot on my mind right now. I just can't seem to get focused on what's necessary. But that doesn't mean I won't stand by you when you go out there and take it to that schizophrenic bitch, Roxi. I mean let's face it… when it is all said and done… She's only human."
Gothika takes another sip of her water and shake her head slowly.
"Hey… With everything that I've seen since I found out that I was a vampyre… And everything hat you've seen since you found out that you had an entity born of a demon and a Santaria practicing witch… how can you deny the possibility of super heroes actually being out in the world somewhere?"
Raynin chuckle and shaeks her head.
"Oh, I'm not saying that super heroes don't exist… I'm just saying that Roxi's not one of them. She's just delusional. Truth be told, I think that she just decided that if she had a funky back story for her desire to hide her face behind a mask instead of just coming out and being proud of begin a luchadora, that people would like her better. But she failed to realize… that being a masked wrestler is cool in and of itself! I mean, look at El Jefe! He wore his mask proudly for decades!! He lived, ate, breathed, slept, hell, he even bathed in his mask… Living the life of a Luchador… You don't take off your mask… ever! Even when he was taking crap, he wore his mask. THAT is diligence!! THAT is loyalty to one's mask! THAT is believing in the art of Wrestling!! Using your mask as just an excuse to have some made up backstory about super heroes… that's just all kinds of wrong! That's disrespectful to the history and tradition of Masked Wrestling!! And I for one, hope you put the fear of the Luchador GODS in that woman!!"
Raynin has gotten so emotional that she's crushed her water bottle in her hands, turning it into a completely new shape and made it unusable. Gothika chuckles and lifts an eyebrow as she looks at her friend, sipping her water again.
"Well, you're taking the Way of the Luchador very personally today aren't you."
Raynin shrugs and looks down at her mangled water bottle and takes a deep breath before she throws it in the trash. She goes to a small fridge by the doorway and grabs a bottle of cold water and cracks the top of it as she walks back over to her friend, drinking about half of it down as she walks back. When she gets back she holds her bottle out to her friend and nods slowly at her.
"See… that's the thing! None of you truly get i!! I lived his life! It was part of my training! Mi Abuello had me wearing a mask for about three years of my life! When you're a Luchadora and you choose to remove that mask… you can never go back to it! True, you can switch masks… you can remove it for cleaning… But once your face is revealed… Once you're unmasked… you can never go back to the same mask! To go back to it… It's sacrilege!! And yet, she flaunts her true face all of the time!! How can one who treats her mask the way she does even attempt to portray herself as a true Champion and she does not even understand the Way of the Mask?!!"
Gothika takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. She reaches out and pats her friend on the shoulder gently.
"Don't worry Raynin. I will make Roxi remember what it means to be a masked wrestler. Because I'm going to make it so she won't want to take that mask off for a while. Because there will be my bootprint imprinted on her face for a long time."
Gothika wipes the sweat from her brow again, then starts to stretch her shoulders as she stands there and continues to speak.
"I have to admit though.. With everything that's been going on, I have been trying to keep a handle on my feeding. I don't know… maybe I've finally reached a plateau in my hunger. I've eased up on my late night feeding. I'm down to only three donors, three times a day The elders said that once my initial feeding frenzy was sated, that things would settle down. I mean… don't get me wrong… I'm still hungry… I"m constantly hungry… but I can keep it under control. The only time I'm really hungry now is when I step into the ring. And let's face it… Roxi… Roxi's taste is not quite what I thought it would be. I found her to be a little… well, best way to put it was flat. There was no flavor to her. No… Je ne c'est pas…. I don't know… maybe she's not getting enough fatty acids in her diet. Maybe she just has no taste… Maybe she needs to eat more pineapple and up her antioxidants… All I know is… much like when she's in the ring, she just had no spice… no… pick up and go."
Raynin chuckles and lifts an eyebrow.
"Most people say she's quite energetic in the ring."
Gothika shakes out her arms and walks over to the rack of dumbbells and picks up a pair of large dumbbells and starts to curl them slowly as she stands there, facing the mirror. As she moves, she lifts an eyebrow and looks at her friend's reflection.
"I'm not most people though. And while she may bounce around the ring a bit… there's a big difference between jumping off of a rope and diving onto people and being energetic. Not like us. We electrify the crowds. We get people out of their seats and cheering or booing us. Hell, love us, like us, hate us, despise us… I don't care as long as you have us on your mind. I mean let's face it… No one is always liked, and no one is always hated. Half of the crowd likes us and cheers, going crazy, asking for our autographs, hanging out around our dressing rooms just to get a glimpse, a hug, or a picture with us… the other half are booing us… Waiting at our autograph signings just to yell at us, or talk shit about us… Or waiting outside of our dressing rooms just to try to get a picture of us in an embarrassing position, or throwing crap at us while we're coming down the ramp to the ring… Remember the dude that threw eggs on Darknysss's car because he was mad that she helped us get our title shots or the Bombshell Tag Team Championships? That's what I'm talking about… It didn't matter really… not to her, not to me. Because we were in their minds. We are in their thoughts! We are loved and hated… Fifty-Fifty… but One Hundred Percent of the fans are thinking and talking about US!! We are in EVERYONE'S MOUTHS!! We are in everyone's thoughts!! People treat us like how you treat the Way of the Luchador!! They eat, sleep, breathe, drink, shit, piss and dream The Fallen!! They sit up and think about s twenty-four seven!! And out of every other wrestler in this company, no one else can say that!! No even our bullshit current Bombshell Champion can say that!! We are the most controversial… The most inspirational… The most talked about group in this company!! And everyone knows it!! Which is why I got the shot that I did!! Mark and Christian knew that folks would come to watch the drama that would unfold around this match, and I did not disappoint!! We are drawing the crowds… Just to see if I will be able to take out Roxi and claim the title for myself… Which I know that I can do it. I know that I will do it. And there ain't a damned thing that will Roxi will be able to do to stop me from doing just what I say that I'm going to do."
Gothika smirks and nods slowly.
"People have been asking me if I'm nervous about this match… I'm not. I'm confident. I'm confident because I know that in the end, I've got more skill in my little finger than Roxi Johnson has in her entire body. I'm bigger than her… I'm stronger than her… let's face it… even if she does have super powers, I"m faster than her. I've better trained than she is. And to make matters worse, she's just not as pissed off as I am. She's not wanting it as much as I am. She doesn't have as much riding on this as I do. And that's just what makes me more dangerous than her. That's what is going to give me my winning edge."
Gothika puts the weights back on the rack and takes a deep breath, smirking confidently.
"When the dust settles, the referees will see that it's me standing there with my foot on Roxi's chest, pinning her under my boot heel. And they will have to count the one, the two, and the three and declare me the new Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Champion. And that's what scares her the most. It's not my fangs… It's not my skills… It's her destiny to fail and be taken out by me. I can see it in her eyes. I can smell it on her scent. it will be her fears that will be Roxi's Downfall… and give rise to my Ascension to the pinnacle of the Bombshell Division as it's Champion."
Gothika picks up her towel and wipes her face off again when her phone rings. She pushes the answer button on her headphones and picks up her bottle of water, taking a sip as she speaks.
"Speak to me… Hey Argento… Yeah, we have about another hour and I'll be heading back to the room… No, I missed dinner… Alright, that sounds good. Room service it is… I'll see you there…."
She ends the call and takes a deep breath as she turns to her friend.
"Alright girl, you heard that.. We've got an hour, so let's put this work out in high gear…"
The pair move on to another station as the scene fades out
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