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Time: May 27, 2015… 8:30 AM…
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... Raynin's Apartment...
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It's early morning, and most of the people in the city have already started their day. The streets are packed with people rushing here and there, trying it make it to work, or to doctor's appointments, or where ever it is they're expected to be at that point in time. But she had already been up for hours. She was preparing her body for the upcoming Main Event of Climax Control. She and Gothika had been put into the Battle Royal match for the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Tag Team Titles.
It wasn't just that this match was unprecedented. It was the reasons behind why the match was taking place that made things so interesting for her. Evie Baang had basically deserted her post and left Odette Holding the bag. Which meant that of course, Odette couldn't be Champion by herself. This opened up the doors for all of the vultures to try and swoop in and grab a hold to the coveted titles. She chuckled as she thought back to the moment that Odette had appeared and joined forces with the snake in the grass. The mouse had tried to warn Odette of Evie's impending treacherous act. She could smell the rat in her soul, festering and waiting to snap at the hand that fed her. But Odette had put her faith and trust in Evie. She was betting that now, Odette was wishing she'd listened to the mouse. But whatever. It just meant that she'd be given the chance to take a hold of the titles herself with Gothika. And she did miss having gold around her waist.
She was in the large front section of the apartment that she used as her personal training floor/ dance floor. It had been a long time that she'd been given free reign to drive for such a long time, and she was enjoying each and every sensation that flooded her flesh. It was different from when she would get thrust into the driver's seat while the body was flooded with adrenaline, endorphins, and pain. To experience the more subtle sensations were simply intoxicating to her.
She had spent the first two and a half hours of the morning, from five to seven thirty am down on the workout floor, enjoying the solitude as she lifted to an extreme. She'd pushed the body until she could feel her muscles and tendons screaming in protest. The fact that she was used to a more heightened, adrenaline filled state made her more used to the hidden potential within this form, and was capable of using the strength that the body had more efficiently. She knew that after only a few workouts, the muscles of the meat suit would thicken and become more defined. The only thing she hated was that she couldn't form the claws she was used to in the maze.
Now she was stretching her body, using the lithe form, pushing it to it's limits. She wanted to see just how flexible this body truly could be. She bent backwards in a severe backbend, trying to touch the heels of her feet with her fingers. She could feel the muscles trying to resist, but she just held the position for a bit before she used her hands to try to walk her torso closer to her legs, looking like a contortionist, or a possessed person in the process. As she tortured the meat suit, she could hear the mouse inside of her mind, struggling against the chains which held her on the St. Andrew's Cross. She was screaming about how her body didn't work the way that she was pushing it, and that she'd hurt something. How little the mouse knew of her true capabilities. But she'd show the mouse.
She placed her hands flat on the floor and flipped her lower body up until she was in a handstand, and slowly lowered her face down until she was close enough to kiss it, then she stopped. Her muscles were trembling as she held the position for longer and longer. The more she held the position, the more the little mouse kept struggling until she let out a gut wrenching shriek at the top of her lungs which was so high pitched, it caused her to growl and lower her legs down until she dropped into a Chinese split. As she did the movement, she dove down into her mind.
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Unlike when the mouse re-enters the maze, there's no simple whirlpool like entry for her. She entered her mind on the wings of a maelstrom. Lightning flashed and thunder crashed, as the whirlwind sucked her down into the reptilian flesh covered walls of her mind. Oh well, you know what they say. There's no place like home.
She moved to through the maze to the sound of the heartbeat which filled the walls of the cavernous maze. Little did the mouse know that the heartbeat she was hearing was The Other's own heartbeat. It was comforting to her, but she knew it was driving the little mouse mad.
She turned the corner and walked into the center of the maze, chuckling as she looked at the little mouse, still in her child like form, wearing the footed pajamas. Her precious stuffed tiger had been discarded, dropped on the other side of the mirror, where it pined for the mouse. She leaned on a low table and crossed her arms as she looked at the furious face of the mouse.
Raynin: "Come on!! This isn't fair!! Let me out of here!! You know I'm not supposed to be on this side of the mirror! You're just doing damage to the body, and if you damage it too much, who knows where that will leave all of us!!"
The Other chuckled as she stepped closer and took the little mouse's face in her fingertips, squeezing her cheeks in until there were small indentations from her nails, and little trickles of blood dripped down the mouse's face. Her hissing sibilant voice is thick with venom as she speaks.
The Other:"Shut up sssstupid bitch!!! That'ssss your problem! You don't realize exactly what I'm doing! I know better than you what thisssss hunk of meat is capable of, becaussssse I'm normally only let out when you can't handle what'ssssss going on!"
She lets go of the mouse's face and steps back, licking the drips of blood from her fingertips slowly before crossing her arms over her chest, licking her lips slowly.
The Other:"You should be thanking me. After our win over the Angel Clan, we got sssssuch a big boossssst, you know that's the only reassssson why we're in thissssss match come Sssssunday! I won ussss that opportunity! But insssstead of thank you'sssss, all I'm getting isssss a bunch of bad mouthing, and nay ssssaying. Sssso, I sssssay shut your trap, and watch a massssster at work!"
She smirks and picks up a large needle from off of the table, spinning it slowly in the low light before she walks over towards the bound little mouse. She purrs to herself as she hears the mouse give a frightened gasp, and begin to struggle against the chains again. She stops right in front of the mouse and cocks her head to the side, waving the needle in front of the mouse's nose.
The Other:"I mean think about it. The Mean Girlssss are expecting for you to be your normal ssssself. How do you think they'll react when they come up against a more ruthlesssssss opponent like myssssself, hmmm? Do you think that they'll think it was normal? Or do you think that they'll shit their pantsssss and try to eliminate themsssssselves to try to get away from me? And the Angel Clan... We already sssssaw how Uriella and Lucy ssssstood againsssst what I could do. They losssst. They weren't expecting me to be asssss visciousssss as I wasssss. Don't you sssseee? The more intenssssse I am, the better we do."
The little mouse swallowed thickly and shook her head, leaning it back to keep it away from the long needle.
Raynin: "But they're our friends!! Please don't hurt them!!"
The Other threw her head back and laughed.
The Other:"I thought you undersssstood the truth of wrestling. You're sssssso thick headed sssssometimesssss. When your'e in the ring, there are no friendssssss. There are opponentsssss who need to be crushed! You know there'ssss an old ssssaying that kind of fitssss perfectly about the way thingssss go in the ring... I believe it'ssss, "Kill 'em all, and let God sssssort out the ressst." It's a very poignant ssssaying. What it meanssss to me isssss, you kick their assssss and once the ssssmoke clearssss, you decide if you want to remain their friend, or if you want to knock their headssss off their shouldersssss. Me persssssonally, I prefer knocking headsss off, but what can you do."
The mouse's eyes go wide as she looks at the large needle in the Other's hand.
Raynin: "NO!! NO!!! Please don't do this!!! Please!!! NO!!!!"
She grabs the mouse's wrist, and the mouse shrieks in a panic, struggling against The Other's strong grip. The Other chuckles at the struggling and places the tip of the needle against the palm of the mouse's left hand, right near the webbing between her thumb and forefinger and applies slight pressure. The mouse starts to kick at the pain as the needle slips into her flesh, staring at it in pain and shock as the needle comes out the other side, pinning her to the St. Andrew's Cross. The Other lifts her fingertip and flicks the mouse on the nose, chuckling sadistically.
The Other:"Now little mouse... You better be a good girl and not move too much, or you'll do more damage to yourssssself than you'd believe."
The little mouse freezes, whimpering as she tries to free her other hand to get the needle from her flesh, but her hands are bound tightly. She bites her lip, trying to stop the sobs from coming out as the tears flow down her cheeks. The Other picks up another needle and walks over towards the mouse's other hand.
The Other:"Oh come on now. Sssstop being like that. What'ssssssss a little pain compared to what you go through in the ring? How do you think I got sssssso ssssstrong? My life has been nothing but pain, and sssssuffering! From the day I was born, I wassssss left to the devicesssss of other people who thought nothing of my wantssss and needsssss! My father wanted to ussssss me to bring about the end of the world! And my mother... Well, you've met her. You know what kind of a ssssspeial casssse she issssss. If I were one hundredt percent honessssst about thingssssss, you and your friendsssss are the clossssest thing to family that I have. And that jusssst makessss me want to puke!! You're all ssssssuch goodie goodiesssss!!! All of that love and honor and resssspect crap!! Get real!! Life is about pain and sssssstruggle, and getting over on ssssssomenone elsssse to make a way in thissssss crazy mixed up world!! And I'm about to show you jussssst how far I'm willing to go to make it!!"
She grabs the little mouse's other wrist and repeats the process, pinning the mouse's hand to the St. Andrew's Cross with the long needle. The mouse's fingertips are trembling with the pain, and her knees are shaking. Her face is contorted in pain and anguish and the Other is eating it up. She leans in close and slowly lets her long forked tongue drag up the mouse's cheek, lapping up the tears that are streaming down the mouse's cheeks.
The Other: "Mmmm, better than mother'ssssss milk. Though I think my mother'sssss milk was ssssspoiled. Now I want you to think about what I wasssss telling you earlier about what the meat sssssuit can do. And keep an eye on thisssssss match. I don't want you to missss a thing.
The Other chuckles and sighs at the pun.
The Other: "Aahhh, Aerosssssmith. Gotta love 'em. Toodlesssss"
The Other finds herself flowing back through the maelstrom of her mind until she's once again in the real world.
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She shakes her head and sighs as she continues her stretching. The scene fades out.
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*** The following is an excerpt from the Online Blog of Gothika ***
May 29, 2017
Bonjour Tout le Monde!
You know, at this moment, I'm brought back to the words of a Phil Collins song that I used to love. "I can feel it coming in the air tonight!" Can you feel it? Can you feel the winds of change coming along? I totally can feel it.
You see, I can't help but chuckle at the situation into which the Bombshell Tag Team Division has been thrust. All of the signs were there, but no one thought to listen to my teammates and I. Christian paid us no heed. Mark just thought we were blowing smoke up his ass because of jealousy. But we all predicted this. We knew it was gonna happen.
You see, Evie Baang deserted her post. She dropped the titles in lieu of the grass she thinks is greener on the other side of the fence. She proved just how low down and selfish she is. She didn't even have the common decency to try to defend the titles. No, she just said, 'hmmm, I could care less about these titles' and walked away from the Championship leaving her friend, mentor and tag team partner in the lurch. I mean, how disrespectful is that?
She felt that going after the Bomshell Championship was more important than the Tag Team Championship, and she forgot that it wasn't on her own merits that she won that title. She left Odette standing there, with nothing and no one to back her up, letting someone else choose her tag team partner... Oh, don't get me wrong. She put on one hell of a good face on it, but still... Inside, you know she's seething at thhe fact that the person she trusted turned her back on her.
But you see, the Angels of the Fallen, we're not like that. We understand what it means to give up something you want for someone or something else that's greater than your own wants and needs. We know what it means to truly sacrifice.
The working definition of Sacrifice is this. It's 'the surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the sake of something considered as having a higher or more pressing claim.' Basically, you give up something or someone that you treasure for something or someone that has a greater purpose either to yourself or to the world. We've sacrificed much on the path towards wrestling greatness. We've passed on titles, we've given up our time, we've put our bodies through torture, we've sacrificed time with our families... All because we knew that what we would be giving to the world of wrestling was just as important, if not more important than what we were giving up. Now don't get me wrong... we all love our familes. We love our friends. But we made a commitment to a company, and a status, and turning our backs on something like a Championship we made a promise to hold onto until we simply couldn't any longer is something we simply wouldn't do. We would go down swinging before we let it go.
So now, the opportunity to get our hands on the Bombshell Tag Team Championships is again right in front of us! We have to face off against not one, but six other teams. And for us, we say, the more the merrier. I'm anxiously awaiting the time when the bell rings, and the chaos begins. But I promise you this... If you think you're gonna have it easy against the Angels of the Fallen, you better re-think what you've got in your minds. We're the building blocks who formed this Division. We're the last of the Original Bombshell Tag Teams, and you best believe we're called that for a reason. We are the reasons for there even BEING a Bombshell Tag Team Division, and our names are already in the history books and the Hall fo Fame. And we'll continue to make history.
CLIMAX CONTROL IS FAST APPROACHING!! DON'T YOU FEEL IT? DON'T YOU REALIZE JUST WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN? YOU WILL BECOME THE MEAT FOR THE BEAST WHICH DWELLS INSIDE OF ME!! AND WHEN THE DUST SETTLES, IT WILL BE RAYNIN AND I WITH OUR HANDS HELD HIGH IN VICTORY! AND WE WILL ONCE AGAIN BE THE SIN CITY WRESTLING'S BOMB SHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!
To my friends, The Angel Clan and the Members of the Elders... I apologize in advance. It's nothing personal, just business. To the Mean Girls, Team Technicolor, The Boss Ladies, Odette and Melody Grace, it sucks to be you. You must be sacrificed for the Angels of the Fallen to rise to the top once more. And sacrificed you will be.
YOU WILL FEED MY NEED!!
Au Revoir Tout le monde!!
Kiss kiss.
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