Just outside of Las Vegas’ Pure Nightclub, a brunette woman staggers out with the aid of two bouncers. They check on her, but she waves them off, letting them know that she is alright. She adjusts her ripped black sequin top so not to reveal anything indecent before she slowly limps along. She is sporting a bruise just above her neatly manicured eyebrows, about the size of Misty’s forehead. After lighting a long, thin, white cigarette, the woman continues along down the crowded sidewalk outside of the club. She is quick to flip off the laughing crowd as she stomps along.
As soon as she rounds the corner, she sees beauty pressed up against the side of the building. That is, beauty barely wrapped in black pumps, ripped up stockings leading to just a few inches below the shortest piece of black ruffled cloth to ever be considered a skirt on an adult woman, and a matching, deep cut v-neck ruffled black top. Her brunette waves tied back in an upturned twist, clipped in back, and curling down the sides evenly. She hides her emerald eyes behind a pair of cheap sunglasses meant to mirror Gucci. She curls her lips into a devious smile as she turns to see the woman.
“Oh my gosh, Sara… It is Sara, isn’t it? Are you okay?”
The girl leans against the building, seeming as if she is about to collapse at any given moment. She nearly cries, but does her best to choke it back.
”That bitch hit me harder than I thought she would. You didn’t tell me it would be that hard.”
”Well, duh, hon. No offense, but she is a wrestler, so of course it isn’t going to be a love tap. What did you say to have her snap so damn fast?”
”Well, I told her she was a bad mom, and that she should be at home with her children. I told her that you would kick her ass, and I don’t remember the order, but she attacked me. I headbutted her, but she just kept going like she didn’t even notice.”
Angelica nods her head slowly, but she is rolling her eyes beneath her glasses. She could care less as this woman continues on with her story.
”I think she really hurt me, Angie!”
Angelica immediately holds her hand up, first in a manner that would suggest that she was offended, but then, she takes it further by covering the woman’s mouth. She listens with a smile as the woman screams underneath the cover of her hand, only to lean in and slowly nibble on the woman’s earlobe. She slowly retracts her luscious lips from the woman’s ear, and she removes her hand. However, as soon as her hand leaves her mouth, it lands right against her cheek.
”You do not know me well enough to call me that. I am ANGELICA. I am about to be the FIRST SCW Bombshell Champion, and I demand respect from you, and from everyone else, dammit!”
The woman winces, and holds her face tenderly, looking at Angelica with tears in her eyes. She clinches her jaw in a bit of anger, and she raises her hands as if she is about to choke Angelica, but instead, she wraps them around her shoulders in a hug.
”I’m sorry, baby. I wouldn’t ever do anything to upset you like that ever again. I promise.”
She presses her lips against Angelica’s softly, kissing her deeply in a fury of passion. She pulls away, her lips quivering and her chest heaving. Angelica leans forward and licks Sara’s lips before shoving her against the walls. She slowly removes a wad of bills from her cleavage and she flicks it at the woman, making it rain down in front of her.
”And that’s why I’m the best. Don’t forget it.”
<color=teal>”What else should I do to that droopy ass troll, Misty?”
Angelica slowly turns around, lifting her glasses up, puckering up her lips in a tempting tease of a display. She twists it into a half smile as she mutters in a low, seductive voice.
”Surprise me babydoll. Just remember, I expect results. Distract her, taunt her. Hell, abduct that little mini-me brat of hers for all I care. Just make sure her head stays out of the game. If this one puts enough focus on something, she is sure to be a threat to me capturing that title. I know you can do it. Just remember that this conversation… never happened.”
She gently waves goodbye to Sara as she slowly walks off, making sure to let Sara drink in every inch of her body with her eyes. Sara opens her mouth to speak, but she chokes on her words as she watches Angelica leave.
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The stage is on fire, literally as the flames dance along the catwalk. The audience in the front row leans back in their seats as they watch on in anticipation. Above the red curtains at the entrance, white lights spin around wildly as “Lapdance” by N.E.R.D. begins blasting over the P.A. system. Their cheers roar as the curtains are kicked aside seductively. The long, tanned legs hidden by the knee high black socks, ruffled at the ends around the long black stiletto heels, leading up to a pleated plaid skirt that just barely shows off the black thong underneath. Tucked into the skirt is a white dress shirt only buttoned about three high to reveal a dangling silver belly ring and a black lace bra, several black and silver beads dangling around her neck and down against her heaving bosom. Angelica brings her head from behind the curtains last, waving it off of her face to reveal a large smile. Her lips sparkle in the lights, and she has glitter strategically placed over her face to show off her soft feminine features.
”And for this very special event, we have brought on a very special guest tonight. In honor of Sin City Wrestling’s first Supercard event, we have brought to you SCW’s very own Bombshell, Angelica!”
The audience cheers wildly as her hips sway, and her arms swing confidently. Once to the main stage, she stops, looks from side to side, relishing in each and every pair of hungry eyes feasting on her body. She licks her lips, and blows out kisses to each and every man and woman in the crowd. She stops with a wink before she walks over to a table at the end. Once she is there, she steps around and takes a seat to the left next to a man with neatly manicured dark facial hair, with even more neat black hair with a flip in the front. Next to him is a woman in a very glamorous wig almost as big as her own head, and a red sequin evening gown. Her make up is outrageous, yet beautiful in it’s own manner.
“Thank you so much for having me here tonight. It truly is an honor to judge this, you guys. I was told this event was going to be stellar, but the theme is still a mystery to me.”
The woman turns her head to Angelica and her eyes are aflame with this news. She places her index finger, adorned with deep red nail polish, and a small diamond stud, against her cheek. Her voice is deep, giving away her true identity.
“Well, missy, you are in for the surprise of ya life!”
As Angelica cocks her head to the side questioning with a bit of a pout, pyros shoot off from the stage and a mini tron slowly lowers down in front of the curtains as the flames die down. Red lights flash lightly on the sides of the catwalk, and Angelica is further intrigued.
“As advertised, we are hosting a special event, in honor of Climax Control: High Stakes, to welcome SCW to Sin City, baby! And what better way to do that, then to give you a themed drag show. Please welcome to the stage, ya fellow bombshells!”
Angelica looks on with raised eyebrows for a second, as if waiting to find out its not real, but once the realization hits her, she bursts into laughter. She claps her hands together, mouthing something away from the microphone before she leans down to it.
“This IS the best surprise I have ever received! You know I’ve loved you guys for like seven years, I always attend your annual drag shows. I’m honored you chose me, I really am.”
The man turns to Angelica with a raised eyebrow and a smirk upon his face.
“Girl, I knew that bitchy brass n’ sass was just for show. You’re a real sweetheart.”
“Bitch, only for you two. Maybe you are blinded by my natural beauty, but I’m a real c…”
“Whoa there girlie, where are ya manners? There are virgin ears in the audience.”
With a coy wink, she pauses for the audience to have a good chuckle before she slams her hands onto the table in front of them.
“Without further adieu, let me introduce ya first bombshell of the evening. It was set to be ‘Rebecca Blades’, but her queen didn’t show tonight.”
“Well, that doesn’t surprise me. If I were going to give the award for best impression, it would go to her already. Her performance is spot on, and she really captured her personality… Nothingness. Cowardice. I have to do a double take looking at that empty stage, because it appears to be an exact replication of a Rebecca Blades entrance.”
“There’s the bitch we all know and love. You just say what you think, you don’t keep secrets about how you feel, and that’s why we invited you here tonight.”
“Marcus, Angelica, please watch the stage as we are bringing out Miss ‘Allison Summers’ played by Shantella, also hailing right here from Las Vegas, Nevada!”
“Wolf in Sheep’s Clothes” by Seven Kingdoms begins playing, and Angelica watches as a confident ladyboy shoves her way through the curtains. She is decked out in pink and black ring attire, accented with sequins and belled out dusters to distinguish herself from the real Allison Summers. Her tanned skin, but her make up is a little lackluster. Her hair is mostly black, with just a few red streaks in it. The character skips a few steps before realizing there are people watching. She timidly walks forward.
“Wow, not bad. I mean, from the little bit I’ve seen of her real counterpart, it seems to be a pretty good attempt. The attitude is a little overstated, because Allison Summers has absolutely none. She just hides behind her boyfriend who is a bit of a tool anyway, but as far as I can tell, the impression is not bad. I would say an honest 7. Clearly. Its just hard because Allison Summers is such an understated, worthless wrestler, and there is no real way to portray her otherwise. Honey, you drew the short stick in this one…”
The other judges discuss amongst themselves as the bombshell impersonator takes a timid stride over to the far right corner of the stage, not even going down the catwalk at all. She gives a shrug and a wave for her performance. She is quickly cut off by the sound of “I Touch Myself” by Divinyls.
“And making her way down to the stage is none other than ‘Fantasia’ as performed by Rhonda Tiggs, coming at us from the ‘Sxxxy Side’ of Shane Boswell. Which side is that? Any side!”
A gorgeous ladyboy dressed in pink lingerie under a purple sheer robe with sparkling feathers around the collar, leading down the front, slowly steps from behind the curtains. She sashays down the catwalk, stretching her long, smooth legs out as she approaches the judges table. She flicks back her long red tresses as she gestures for a belt around her waist in Angelica’s direction, before pivoting on one heel to turn and walk away. She shakes her finger back at Angelica before pointing down to her own buttocks, mouthing “Perfection” into the camera before she rests next to the Allison Summers impersonator, giving her a bit of a playful shove.
“Wow, the attitude is almost exactly right. This chick is good. She has an undeserved sense of belonging in this competition. She is a little catty. She is sexy, like a cougar. I like it. You know, everyone gave me trouble for talking bad about Fantasia at the last Climax Control, but I actually enjoy watching her. I like Fantasia a lot, and I feel that she is one who paved the path for being a bit of a diva while proving yourself in the ring. I had a lot of respect for her, until I saw what happened in her last promo. She just didn’t have her head in the game, because of her own addiction. I want to take the time to let that be known. I cannot say I don’t enjoy being handled by my man, but we both know that when its time to focus on a match. With both of them coming from a wrestling background, they should know how to manage that, and it just disappoints me to see that she doesn’t still have it. Nothing personal there. If anything, I wouldn’t mind offering a helping hand to her in an alliance. That is, until the end… But, as far as this performance, I am going to give her an 8.5. Well done, dear.”
“Sleazy” by Kesha blasts over the speakers and Angelica claps her hands wildly as the curtains are quickly pushed open. A tall ladyboy decked out in a copycat outfit of Angelica’s outfit for this evening struts to the center of the catwalk where she grabs an imaginary pole, working it hard and slow as she brings it down to the floor, then back up again, showing off her ass-ets.
“Making her way to us from St. Louis, Missouri is Mizz Angelica, played by Alexandrianna.”
The impersonator swings her hips from side to side as she rubs on her bare stomach and behind her neck, swirling down to the ground where she slithers down to her stomach. She crawls down the rest of the way to the stage where she slowly gets up, blowing kisses all around, except to Angelica. She focuses on her and slowly struts over to the table where she leans on it, puckering her lips as she leans in and plants a huge one on the real Angelica.
“OH my GAWD! I think this chick does me better than I do. I’m not just being biased. She got me to the tee. I’m gonna go ahead and give a 10 to you Alexandrianna. Its hard to perfect perfection, but you did it girl!”
She bounces up and down as she outstages the Fantasia impersonator by stepping in front of her, heaving out her chest. “Because of You” by Nickelback blares next. The next performer comes out in black, skintight leather pants, a black halter top, showing off just a few inches of her well toned stomach, and an eyepatch over her eye. Emotionlessly, she marches forward down the catwalk, occasionally swinging her hips toward the men who know they can’t have her.
“Making her way to us tonight from Austin, Texas, played by Missy Miss, ‘Raynin’!”
The ladyboy grabs at her crotch and pretends to spit on the ground next to her before turning around and marching over to the opposite side of the catwalk.
“Well, don’t we have one big tough nut? As far as a performance goes, this one isn’t quite right. The look is amazing, but the attitude is all wrong. Raynin does act like she is big and tough, but she doesn’t pull it off. You did hon. Sorry to say, but that was your mistake. Raynin is just a scared little girl on the inside. She feels she deserves a shot at this title because her ass got put six feet under? She thinks she proved something to us all by getting her ass kicked into the ground? BITCH please! I and on your shit list As if I give a damn! What are you going to do to me? Almost beat me? Almost NOT get eliminated? Almost doesn’t cut it. You want to call what happened to you last week a fluke win? Did you accidentally flip your own ass into that grave? Because it looked like some two bit nutcase did it for you. I don’t know if we were watching two different shows, but maybe you really are just as delusional as the chick that beat you. If I lose, and that is a BIG IF, I will at least have enough class to admit it. You seem to think that you nearly beat three women single-handedly, but you didn’t. As much as I dislike the two that led to the demise of your career, they beat your ass. Just sayin… And, you want to accuse me of sleeping my way into this title match? Well, duh! Who the hell debuts their entire wrestling CAREER in a championship match? Me, and to accuse me of sleeping my way into the match would be like saying George W. Bush probably cheated in the 2000 election. NO SHIT SHERLOCK! But, if it helps you to sleep at night, saying you will be the one to eliminate me, then keep on dreaming sweetheart. Performer, you get a 6.”
The performer slams her hands against her thighs in a bit of a rage, shaking her head from side to side. She is soon cut off by the opening strings plucking of “Broken Pieces” by Apocalyptica..
“And making her way to the stage, from the Vegas suburbs, we have ‘Kittie’ played by ExStacy.”
The next ladyboy comes out dressed in tight black jeans with straps and chains hanging from all over, and a white and silver studded belt. She wears a black satin tank top with a deep V-Neck dropping down through the cleavage, with a sheer netting to help keep it all in place. Her eye make up is smeared down her face, and her blonde locks trickle down her face, covering almost half of it. She walks angrily down the ramp, kicking at people and growling as she looks around. She stops half way and falls down to the ground, grabbing her ears and rocking on the floor. She quickly crawls over to the Raynin impersonator and rocks on the ground.
“A decent impersonation, I think. Nutty, angry, and a bad taste in clothing.. Unfortunately dear, you showed some sense of fashion in your outfit, even if you tried. For the performance, I give you an 8. See, Kittie is crazy, she is flat out dumb, she is a loser, which is how I’m baffled she is the only undefeated Bombshell… for now. She is just a wreck, but somehow, she honestly thinks that she can win. Even if she did, she is seconds away from being taken to a facility permenantly. How she isn’t yet just scares me. But, back to her being a loser. Mark told me about her early days. A valet, not unlike me. But, she got in the ring a few times, got her ass kicked, and she kept coming back. She kept losing. She kept embarrassing anyone she ever came into contact with. It was one epic fail after another. She just didn’t have it in her to wrestle, but she just kept taking the asskickings. In a house show, I even got a few licks in myself. And I was an untrained wrestler. Now that I have trained for four years, imagine how badly I will destroy her. And if no one else has been able to beat her, that is a testament to how badly the Bombshell Division needs me. Get this delusional waste of space away from the spotlight. Get her some help, a new wardrobe, and then bring her back around. She could be the watergirl for the Bombshell locker room… Such a loser.”
“Wow, Angelica. You are really bringin’ out those claws, girlfriend. I expect you won’t spare us the sass with the last entrant. Experts say she is favored to win the Bombshell Championship, and the fans are right behind her. Introducing last, but certainly not least, coming from Chicago, Illinois we have Misty, as performed by Raquelle. Her counterpart played by Mike Hunt”
“What You Want” by Evanescence blares over the speakers as a stroller rolls through the speakers, holding a little black haired baby doll. Pushing it is a short, sassy raven haired beauty of a she-boy slowly struts before handing off her baby to a he-girl dressed up as Spike Staggs wearing a Mr Mom apron before she looks around. She points out across the audience, her crystal blue eyes following the line of her fingers. She slowly bangs her head to the music before she dashes down the stage, and leaps onto the table, playfully pretending to smack Angelica around before strutting confidently back next to comfort the Kittie impersonator before taking her baby back from her counterpart, dismissing him to the back, while rocking the baby.
At the table, Angelica just watches, stunned, with a wide smile spread across her face. She claps wildly, choked up by the presentation.
“That’s the winner of this competition right there. She has done it. I am so impressed by this performance. She brought the undeserved sense of accomplishment that Misty wears, even though she was past her prime when she got lucky and broke the record in GXW. Her prominent win was when she was with Generation X-Treme, thanks to the guidance of Hot Stuff. The same goes for her boyfriend. He was nothing before GXT, and we was nothing after GXT, even still. Misty is one and one, and she is favored to win. That just makes me laugh. The only reason she won is because she was facing two nobodies, and a nobody who thinks she is somebody, and she was carried by a loony bin reject. She wants to say this about me, and that about me, but what she doesn’t realize is that I am not just a manager anymore. I am a wrestler. She can call me names all she wants, but the facts remain. She is a bitter troll who cant accept the fact that she is just like Fantasia. She is past her prime. She just doesn’t seem to know that her time is done. She doesn’t have a solid stable to back her up anymore, and she doesn’t possess the skills she used to. She stands alone, and she is worthless that way. I am standing on my own, and I am more powerful than I was when I was being held back by those two no talents. I will grab Misty by her unkept mommy hair, I will pull her head back so she can look into my angry eyes just before I toss her talentless ass to the ground below. Then, I will take out Raynin by letting her big ego take her off balance. Then, I will hurricanrana her ass to the ground, so she knows that her loss wasn’t a fluke, or accident. It is because she doesn’t deserve to win! Kittie will likely eliminate herself, or at least lose sight of the prize to help Misty win it. And the rest are really not even a threat at all, so I could give two shits and a fiddly fuck what happens with them, as long as their asses are out quick. I want these other bitches to myself!”
“Girl, you make me love you more and more each time I see you. Vicious is what you are.”
“It was a pleasure to have you as our guest judge and emcee for the evening, but it’s time to crown our winner. The judges and I have decided that tonight’s look-a-like contest winner is… Raquelle as Misty! You pulled out all the stops! You will be awarded with an evening on the town with SCW Bombshell, Angelica, as well as a check for five THOUSAND dollars. Don’t gamble it all away honey.”
“I just wanted to say to all you girls, even the one who didn’t show up… You can’t help that you don’t know how to lack personality the way the rest of the SCW Bombshells do. It isn’t your fault that you are better at acting than they are. I just wanted to let each of you know that you are more beautiful, more talented, and your stars shine much brighter than any of the other Bombshells. If I could, I would hang out with each and every one of you, and give you all the prize. But, I’m a busy woman with a man to do, and a championship to win. Thank you both for having me.”
Angelica stands up from her seat and she shakes hands with the man and kisses his cheek, then leans over to kiss the cheek of the queen. She waves to each of them before going up the catwalk to mingle with the queens on the stage.
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