The club is on fire tonight. The music pumps through each and every club goers’ body, as if causing them to dance uncontrollably to its infectious beat. They sway with their fancy cosmos and appletini’s in their hands, careful not to spill a drop of their sixteen dollar drinks. The guys are mostly dressed in fine tailored suits, or untucked dress shirts with the cuffs rolled up. The lights flash across the floor in a swirling mixture of pink, yellow, and blue. Each color illuminates the sweat pouring from their coursing bodies as they grind up on each other.
On the upper deck, a slick guy, no different in dress from the other arrogant jerks cruising the club, runs his fingers through his dark brown feathered hair, watching the many jiggling female body parts. He waits to find that one girl who will fill all of his desires for the night, but none has appealed to his rather picky eyes to fulfill everything he is looking for tonight. He ponders in his mind, “Do I want the fine touch of silky smooth milk chocolate skin, or is tonight going to be Asian? Nah, I will just want more an hour later…” He chuckles to himself as he continues to think. “Fiery redhead, or bombshell blonde?”
He turns around from viewing the lower deck toward a group causing a vast amount of ruckus just left of the black marble bar. Three girls, and only two guys? “What’s the count boys?” He has the right mind to storm over to the girls, and demand that he has something to shut them up, but one in particular captures his attention. The brunette with the legs that seem to go on forever, refusing to quit! Her white Sketchers accent her tanned legs, covered in small specks of glitter that trace up to her daisy dukes, frayed at the ends, and unbuttoned to show off a pair of pink hotpants, and a white lace shirt dangling down to the bottoms of her acid washed demin shorts. Only the top button is buttoned, showing off a pink tube top with glitter spread across her upper check, neck, and lightly over her face. Her eyelashes flutter with each soft bat, allowing the light and glitter covering them to accent her almost glowing emerald eyes.
The man has to take a deep breath as he strokes his five o’clock shadow, casually walking up to the group. He licks his thumb as he runs it through his medium length hair, brushing it back from his tactically unshaven face so to impress any female member of this group… Except the blonde who “might” be a ladyboy. He walks right up to Angelica, eying the redhead behind her, then scoffing at the less properly dressed guys, chuckling to himself.
“You must be tired, coz you’ve been…”
Angelica downs a shot of Jack, setting the shot glass down on the table as she seductively takes one step past him, rubbing her hands through his hair as she does. She circles around him, getting one step closer before she moves her lips toward his ear, as they curl into a sweet smile. As if she were going to whisper, but the volume of her voice is much louder than a whisper.
“I’ve been running through your mind all day? Well, baby, I can go for miles, if you know what I mean. But, sadly, the only thing tired around here are your 1980’s pick up lines, and your douche bag five o’clock shadow. I’ve got a boyfriend, and contrary to popular belief, one is enough for me. So, move along to the next slut where your money might actually get you somewhere. There are plenty of hos around here…”
She pats him on his butt as if to move him along. She high fives her blonde buddy, and they go on about their conversation, but the man has not had his fill yet.
“I don’t know the word “no”, honey. You see, I’ve picked you to come home with me tonight. I got money. I got booze. I got blow if you want.”
Angelica stops dead in her tracks, she slowly turns around to face the guy, but much quicker than he thought, Angelica’s hand crashes across his face, not just once, not twice, or even three times. After the forth one, she grabs onto his shirt, pulling him in to face her.
“I have been called a slut, a whore, a cum rag, and any other thing you can think of over the last two weeks. I can take that. Hell, I’m used to it. But for you to even IMPLY that I am some sort of coke whore is another story. I like to have fun, dance, and do private things WITH MY BOYFRIEND and sometimes a female friend, but I am not a whore! Comprende chico? Get lost fuck wad!”
She shoves him away from her, watching him as he stands there in shock. She shrugs her shoulders at him, shaking her head from side to side as if to ask why he hasn’t left yet. Instead of taking the hint, he takes another step toward her. The guys behind Angelica threaten to step up, but Angelica slides both hands out to block them.
“What part of the latter statement did you not get? If you don’t get the FUCK away from me, right now, I’m going to knock you to the ground, tee off on your nuts, and Rhonda Tiggs here is going to skull fuck the shit out of you! Got it?”
The guy is about to surrender, until club bouncers walk up to the group. They look between Angelica’s group, and the guy.
“I heard there was a violent altercation here, miss?”
“Yeah, I had to slap this guy because he was trying to get nasty with me. I…”
“I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. It’s club policy.”
“Wait, what? I was defending myself!”
She says with a chuckle. The bouncer simply crosses his arms in front of his chest and takes an intimidating step closer. Angelica shakes her head, as if she doesn’t understand. The guys in her group dart over to the bar, leaping behind it, grabbing a few bottles before the busy bartender has a chance to stop them, and they dart off. The girls soon follow as Angelica turns around and blows her tongue out at them, flipping them off in the process. The group laughs together as they do their best to dodge the rest of security on their way through the door. The guard and the man simply stare in shock as they disappear into the night.
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The basement door flies open as six people fly down the steps, laughing to themselves. The blonde guy jumps over the couch, crashing down as he pulls out one of the bottles of Patrón from his jacket and takes a swig of it. The rest come crashing down on the two couches around him. Angelica snatches the bottle from him and takes a swig to herself before laying across the guy.
“Those pricks deserved it, but I’m glad they kicked us out of that boojie club anyway. Every guy looked the same as the next, and all of those girls were just airheads. I just need to blow off steam after High Stakes. The only reason Raynin eliminated me was because she snuck up on me. If I knew that she was already in the ring, it would have been a different story. Everyone can say what they want, but I stayed in there from the beginning, and survived three eliminations. I clocked the most time in that ring before the bell for Misty and Kittie.”
The guy she is laying across begins playing with her hair, braiding the ends as he begins conversing with her.
“I heard Kittie went insane and trashed the women’s locker room after the match was over.”
Angelica takes another sip from the bottle before screwing the cap back on and setting it on the table next to the rest of the stolen top shelf alcohol. She sighs, shaking her head from side to side.
“She just punched out the mirror at the make up table. She kept talking to herself, poor thing. I actually feel really bad for her. Her whole sense of being, taken away from her by that greedy bitch, Misty. That just goes to show you that friends only turn their back on you, all while putting a knife in your back. Its why I never hang out with the same group of people more than once. Its why I am who I am. The only person you can trust is yourself. But… I assume Kittie found that out. Spike is probably kissing her ass right now, telling her what a good job she’s done, all while that little rugrat is running around with that belt like it’s a toy. But, between you and me, she won’t be on that high horse for too long. Not only are all the bombshells gunning for her, but someone else has her in their crosshairs. All while I sit back and watch. Its for my amusement, mostly.”
“But, wait. Didn’t you two have a falling out at an autograph signing? I figured you guys would hate each other.”
“Actually, I adore the little nut case. She is TOO CUTE! She is no better than I am, yet she walks around, treating any championship as if it were some unattainable piece of her sanity. We have both accomplished about the same in our careers. I’m down a women’s tag team championship reign that lasted a week, but she has almost a decade of experience over me, so I ain’t mad at her. What happened at the autograph signing was a publicity stunt, and she really should be thanking me for it. Because of us, our match was hyped that much more, and the bosses noticed that when they named her a number one contender… But, this week, it’s all about Raynin. She had a lot to say about me in her promos, but it was so close to the deadline that I had to rush through most of it. Apparently, I’m a copycat of that hideous amazon, Darknyss from GXW that was boned by my boyfriend’s cousin. I’m not too sure about all of that. I just remember her grotesque man chest in a hot tub scene, and I went blind for a week. She says that I am no Angel? No, really? The only things angelic about me are my innocent looks, and my name. I am heaven sent, the name of her stable I vaguely heard about, but it isn’t a stable. It’s my way of life. God graced me with my long, beautiful legs. He graced me with the long, full-bodied hair of an angel, and looks that make men weak at the knee, and just below the belt. I am in fact, heaven sent, but I am also hell bent. That last part is the part to worry about.”
“You showed everyone just what you are capable of in that gauntlet match, though. Maybe Raynin won’t take you so lightly now?”
“No, we are alike in one way, and one way only. We both have egos that make it hard to admit that someone else is better than we are. It was probably my only downfall in the gauntlet. If I took the time to study Raynin as an actual threat, instead of some chick who decided to become a wrestler one day, I would have known she would be there with the kick. But, I didn’t, or else I would be the Bombshell Champion instead of Misty. But, I won’t make that mistake again. This time, I will be ready for Raynin. She won’t know what hit her, then I will hit the Bitch Bomb on her, and I will show her exactly what she showed me. Underestimating an opponent is the worst thing you can do. Come Climax Control, I’m going to show her again, just why I am one of the most lethal Bombshells in SCW!”
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