The scene comes in during a webcast of the newest up and coming online show, put on by the Angels of the Fallen called Ragnarok. It's a show where the viewers get a rare sneak peek into the thoughts of the Fallen on the Superstars and Bombshells of the Sin city Wrestling with no interviewers, no microphones all up in their faces... they just get to sit back, and discuss what they think about the events that took place in recent episodes.
Tonight, they're all sitting on the red and black leather couches, wearing various dresses adorned with black angel wings and are chatting with one another, sipping coffee. Gothika puts down her drink and takes a deep breath.
"So... Tonight's topic... Intergender tag team matches... yes or now."
Darknyss shakes her head and shrugs.
"I just don't get what all of the fuss is about. Men on women violence? PLEASE!! It's not violence. It's not spousal abuse. It's a sport! I've been wrestling against the men in just about every company I've been in and let's face it... I've DOMINATED the competition! So have you Gothika."
Raynin chuckles and lifts a finger.
"However... according to the little skank patrol, Veronica and Angelica... You're a crossdressing, steroid chomping whore, and Gothika's a pale skinned zombie bitch."
Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head.
"Gothika's a vampire... not a zombie. And let's face it... I know I'm not the typical cut of a female... but that's by choice as well as birth. Sure i could have starved myself to look like one of those supermodels... but I personally enjoy being different. I didn't want to be a cookie cutter slut who only knows how to spread my legs to get ahead in the game. I wanted to get ahead by using my wits, and my skills. And that's what I did. Which is what YOU'RE doing to Raynin."
Raynin smiles and nods slowly.
"Yeah, part of me wants to take it to some of these guys we have in our superstar division. I look at what they do in the ring and I think... i can do it so much better than they can. Hell, I had to do it better than the guys just to make it through my Marine training. do you think they went easy on us just because we were female? Hell no! We got it ten times worse because, as they put it, we were trying to 'G.I. Jane it' or stepping on the territory that only men should tread. Every day was a regular pissing contest. So when I hear Kain spewing that bullcrap about staying the hell out of his way... It just makes me wish I could step to Nick Jones even more!!"
Darknyss sighs and stretches for a bit.
"we'll talk more about that later. Right now, we need to update everyone on what they've missed out on last Climax control. So, here's the clip that was cut from Climax Control that you all were dying to see. Enjoy."
<FONT size=4 COLOR=burntorange>PARENTAL ADVISORY DISCLAIMER!!
The following scene took place last week before the airing of Sin City Wrestling's Weekly show, Climax Control. It was not aired due to strong language and time constraints. It contains some violence. Parental Discretion is advised…
The scene comes back in at ringside as the show continues.
Simone: What an amazing show it's been so far. We've seen alot of people get lucky tonight.
Adams:Well, Yesterday WAS St. Patrick's Day. Maybe the luck of the Irish has rubbed off on us all.
Simone:Who knows... Right about now I think anything's possible.
Suddenly, the lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of Dethklok's 'Black Fire Upon Us. On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues. The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the three flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen. They strike the same spot with a bright flash and three shadowy figures step out of the brightness.
Adams: And it seems that our luck just turned on us with the appearance of these three women.
Simone: You can say that again.
Adams: And it seems that our luck just turned on us with the appearance of these three women.
Tonight We Ride On Clouds Of Fire
We're Damned By Gods Our DETHS Conspired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul
Fly With Us Tonight
Fly With Us Tonight
The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking confident. Gothika, Darknyss and Raynin stand on stage and raise their fists in the air looking around confidently before the lights come up completely. They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their fists in the air. Raynin is brandishing the Bombshell title, smirking proudly as she holds the title high.
Simone: These women wanted to prove that they're a force to be reckoned with, but so far, they just appear to be a bunch of bullies.
Adams: Why do you say bullies? They're not doing anything that other people haven't done in the past.
Simone: How can you say that? With the unwarranted attack on Brooklyn Carter, I'd say they're just bullies!
The Sky
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake
Fly On Through The Night
We Built An Allience
Our Numbers Are Strong
We Gather
But We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunitics
They Must Think Of Us
Gothika, Raynin and Darknyss come back to the center of the stage and pose once more before they start to walk down the ramp to the ring.
Adams: You can call them what you like, but they are impressive. Especially Raynin. Even though she's yet to show her stuff with that Bombshell Championship.
Simone: Who would have thought that she'd end up like this?
Adams: End up as Bombshell Champion?
Simone: No, end up being so low down as to attack a defenseless opponent.
But Now We Must Fly
Beasts In The Night
Tragic In The Sky
Battlefield In Sight
Storm Gathers Strong
Cold Blackend Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories Of The Slain
Darknyss stops at the center of the ramp as Raynin and Gothika each walk around opposite sides of the ring. Gothika slides under the bottom rope as Darknyss climbs up onto the edge of the apron and steps through the second rope and Raynin climbs the far stairs and grabs the top rope and flips over the rope.
Simone: I hope they have something to say in defense of their heinous attack.
Adams: We still don't even know if it was them!
Simone: Brooklyn's own manager said it was.
Adams: That's just hearsay though. Not proof.
Dangerous Creatures
Those That Oppose Us
Raped All Their Power
Bartered With Warlocks
Cheated The Demons
For Ancient Spells
The Blackened Fire
Waits To Consume Us
Raynin and Gothika each climb a corner throwing their fists in the air and pumping them to the beat of the music as Darknyss stands in the center of the ring, pointing at them and talking junk to the crowd, nodding. Raynin holds up the Bombshell title, shining it up and pointing at it, still talking junk before she and Gothika jump down and switch corners, trying to hype up the crowd before they jump down and stand beside Darknyss, waiting for the crowd to calm down. Darknyss brings the mic to her lips.
"You know, there's been so much talk about what happened to Brooklyn Carter back in the back, and that we're such horrible people because we attacked her and all of this bull crap that it's just about made me sick! I mean, all I've heard is 'wah, wah, wah, you hurt her!', 'cry, cry, cry, you guys are so mean!', 'blah, blah, blah, how could you guys do it?', and for what? For Brooklyn Carter? Come on!! It's not like anyone important was hurt!!"
The crowd boos and Darknyss throws her head back and laughs.
"Now, that's the kind of reaction I'd expect if it were someone who truly mattered had gotten hurt… Like Raynin, or Gothika, or myself… Hell, even if Misty or Kittie had gotten hurt, I'd expect for folks to truly care… But Brooklyn? Geeze Louise!! Get real people!!"
Simone: They're not really making their case to this crowd. They're just digging their hole deeper.
Raynin takes the mic from her friend as the crowd continues to boo.
"And what's even worse, is for Christian Underwood to penalize us, change our match, and ban me from ringside!! Why should MY fans be robbed of the chance to see their new Bombshell Champion in action, or even out at ringside because some little nobody can't keep herself out of the hospital? I mean, why do we have to suffer for Brooklyn getting hurt?"
Adams: Wow… These ladies are ice cold about this happening.
Raynin smirks to the camera.
"Now… if we'd actually had anything at ALL with Brooklyn getting hurt, that'd be something else… But we didn't even lay A FINGER on the girl!! I mean, we didn't even get to the arena until like right before our match, so how were we supposed to have attacked poor… helpless… defenseless little Brooklyn when we weren't even in the building yet?!! I don't know… maybe we did it psychically!"
Belinda Simone chuckles in her headset.
Simone: Psycho, maybe… But definitely not psychic…
Raynin holds up her finger and nods slowly.
"That's it!!Maybe Gothika, Darknyss and I used the power of our minds to sneak past her big and bad protector, London, beat down the little pot head, and ran back outside, off to our hidden respective rides, and moseyed our way back into the building, carrying our bags to be caught up with by Christian Underwood… I mean, didn't he see we hadn't even barely got settled in by the time he came charging around to look for us? Madre de Dios!! I swear!!"
Raynin shrugs her shoulders
Adams: You see! you see! I told you they didn't have anything to do with it! It was a setup!
We suddenly hear a resounding slap over the microphone and everyone turns to see Jason Adams holding the back of his head and looking at Belinda Simone.
Adams: What the hell was THAT for??!!
Simone: Because you won't shut the hell up about this thing! You're Just about to get to get on my last nerve!! You're sucking up to these three females like they planted the World Tree or something! I swear! Your nose is so brown, I'm thinking about calling you Count Chocula from now on!
Adams: What? So I can't recognize the greatness of the Bombshell Champion?
Simone: There's a limit to how much can be tolerated here.
Raynin frowns and gestures to the cameraman to turn the attention back to her.
"Hey! Keep the camera where it belongs! I'm what's important right now, not the idiocy that goes on at the commentator's table!"
The crowd gives a mixed reaction of boos and hisses as Raynin slips the Championship belt onto her shoulder, pulling a small cloth out of her pocket and shining her title.
"Now… Onto more interesting comments… I'm off for the night, but I just couldn't resist coming out here to watch the festivities. You see, with each and every week that I'm Bombshell Champion, the rest of the bombshells just make me look better and better. Why? Because unlike the other putas in this company, I'm out here as a fighting Bombshell Champion. I'm not trying to do like Kittie did and just say how much better than everyone else I am… I plan on PROVING it!! I'm planning on being the longest reigning SCW Bombshell Champion. Kittie's all hung up on being first at something… But I'm hung up on being THE BEST at what I'm doing! And anyone who steps in my way… be they Brooklyn, Kittie, Misty, Or Veronica Taylor will be steamrolled over!"
She throws her head back and laughs as the crowd as Belinda Simone chimes in at commentary.
Simone: She certainly is confident ins't she?
Adams: Can you blame her? I mean, she's overcome every obstacle that's been put in front of her to get her hands on that title. She's got the skills to do exactly what she says she's going to do!
Simone: Question is… 'will she do it, or will she choke?'
Raynin looks around at her friends, then pats Gothika on the shoulder.
"Hey… Gothika… How do YOU think Misty's doing? You know, she's supposed to be getting married tonight… Do you think she's having butterflies or something?”
Gothika grins wickedly and shrugs.
"I dont' know... we will just have to see. I know everyone's been curious as to just what it was that I threw in her face at the Pay Per View... well, I'll tell you what it was. As you know... our friend, Diamond is a vooDoo Priestess. And she mixed up a little concoction just for me. That magic dust was a part of a spell. A spell that pulls the truth out of people. It makes them act the way that hey truly are. and judging by how she cheated to get a win over me... I don't think she's feeling very much like she used to. but then... We certainly will see how things come out in the end. enjoy the twist Misty."
With that, the trio of women drop their mics and exit the ring.
