Event: London Brawling... Sunday April 29th, 2012
Venue: Royal Albert Hall... in London, England
Match: Bombshell Championship Triple Threat
Opponent: Vs Misty Vs Vixen Match: Bombshell Triple Threat Opponent: Vs Krystal Diamond Vs Veronica Taylor [/b][/i]
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After the interference by Misty in her matches over the past few weeks, the Rebellious Champion has been put in a triple threat match at the London Brawling Pay Per view. She as to defend her title against Misty and Vixen as they come for her Bombshell Championship. And you can believe that they're gonna be coming and coming hard for it. Will Raynin be able to prevail against the odds as Electra Blaze makes her presence felt? Or will she lose the one thing she's worked so hard to gain?... Gothika has to step up against Veronica Taylor and Krystal Diamond in a triple threat match as well. With the drama unfolding with Electra Blaze and Vixen stop her from gettting a win? Let's find out what the future holds...
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Time: April 19, 2011... 11:30 AM
Place: Paris, France... Specific Location... Unknown...
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The feeling in the air is electric as the the fabric flies. It's a flurry of sequins, chiffon, lace, taffeta, pvc, leather, rubber, silk, and satin as things are prepared for one of the biggest nights in Paris... this year at least. It's the debut of one of the newest designers to step on the scene, Trent Bruchette. His spring line is ready to go months ahead of schedule, and he simply couldn't wait any longer to show off his stuff.
After meeting with Diamond and The Fallen, he was inspired, and spent days creating a whole new aspect to fashion, centered around the four women, and announced a fashoin extravaganza that is supposed to take place later this evening. The last minute preparations and fittings are going on and Trent is running around like a chicken with his head cut off, trying to make sure everything is perfect. He's running on coffee, red bull, and powerbars right now, and his hair is standing on end as he's pinning up one of his final dresses on Diamond as Gothika, Raynin, and Darknyss sit exhausted, watching him work. Diamond has her arms out and is trying her hardest not to move as Trent puts the last pin in the hem of the ice blue satin gown that's covered in rhinestones and sequins. The almost mermaid like look seems painted onto Diamond's curves, the bodice glittering agianst the swell of her decolletage, and the plunging back being held together with strings of rhinestones. She takes a deep breath and bites her bottom lip as she tries to look over her shoulder at Trent only to have him reach up and swat her butt, making her yelp.
"Don't move!! This is a very tricky part!"
She pouts anf tries her best not to wiggle.
"But I can't help it!! I've been standing like this for the past twenty minutes and I have to pee!!"
Darknyss picks up a grape off of a plate on the coffee table and munches it slowly and chuckles.
"You always ahve to pee when something important is going on girl. You should have come up with some designer diapers for her Trent. I'm sure it would make the fitting go alot easier."
Everyone chuckles and Diamond sticks her tongue out at her friend. Trent suddenly sits back adn sighs and nods slowly.
"Alright... that should do it. Here, let me get you out of this, and I can finish the rest on the dummy."
he stands and starts to unzip the dress and Gothika chuckles.
"I thought that was what you were doing already? Finishing it up on the dummy that is."
Diamond is finally freed of the dress and stands there in her light blue bustier, lace garter belt, stockings, and matching panties and a pair of four inch pumps on the pedastal Trent uses for fittings. He holds a hand up and helps her step down and she walks over to Gothika and flicks her ear.
"Don't be mean. It's not my fault you're pissy about losing your match against Cookie S'mores and Vixen. I wasn't the one who interfered. It was Misty and Electra Blaze who stuck their nose in your business. You should be directing your ire against them."
Diamond walks off towards the bathroom as Gothika sits there fuming. She calls after her friend.
"Oh trust me... I am definitely directing it towards them. I just wished I'd get a chance to get my hands on them like Raynin has."
Raynin chuckles and shakes her head slowly.
"I always get to have all of the fun. I just don't get what Misty's problem is. She lost to me fair and square. I didn't do like Kitty did and attack her before the match. I went into the match at Blaze of Glory, and I won. Plain and simple. Not only that, I even told her that I'd give her a title shot."
Darknyss picks up a piece of cheese and nibbles it, looking at it contemplatively.
"I think the attack afterwards kinda pissed her off though."
Raynin shakes her head and shrugs.
"So? What's a little magic dust to the eyes? She should have been thanking us! Not attacking us! We went after Brooklyn and Kitty more than her! Besides, that dust is what helped wake her up from her doldrum, ho-hum, pitiful excuse of a life she was living!! She should be getting down on her feet and THANKING ME for snapping her back to her senses! But no... she wants to be a little whiny baby about it and go around attacking people for no good reason. But that's alright. Payback is a real bitch!... And so am I."
Darknyss chuckles and raises her eyebrow as she looks at Raynin.
"Did you just call yourself a bitch?"
Raynin nods slowly, grinning proudly.
"Damn right I did. And why not? Every other one of the chicks in this company do. they toss that word around about me like it's some kind of an insult, but in truth, it's not. Not to me anyways. You know, I was watchin' RuPaul's Drag Race, and one of the queens on there said it right. A word is just a word. The connotations behind the word are what make it either a compliment or an insult. For me, the word 'bitch' stands for 'Babe In Total Control Here' and 'Beautiful, Inspiring, True Champion Hottie'... THAT is what that word means, so hell yeah! I'm totally owning it! And everytime one of those ignorant skanks call me that name, I'm gonna thank them for calling me a bitch."
Darknyss nods and smirks holding out her fist for a fist pound from Raynin.
"Good for you. All I know is, every time one of these idiots calls me a bitch, it just makes me want to rip their throats out. I mean, can you believe Vixen? She's been parading around, using our finisher name as her own! I mean, come on!!"
Gothika's eyes are burning with anger as she sits in a leather arm chair, her nails hooked like claws and gouging out long rips in the leather of the chair.
"How DARE she! Every time I hear her talking about doing a 'Fall From Grace', it makes my insides cringe! I called my move the Fall From Grace for YEARS!! A Decade even!! We switched the name of the move to our team move because it just fit better... but it's a registered trademark of The Fallen! And to hear her claiming that it's her move... it makes my blood boil!!"
Darknyss nods slowly and shakes her head.
"Some people just have no creativity. They feel that imitation is a form of flattery, but I mean come on... to just rip us off like that... That's just low."
Raynin chuckles as Diamond comes strutting back out from the bathroom and sits on the couch beside her, picking up a bottle of water and sipping it slowly.
"And what about this so called 'Krystal Diamond' chick?"
Diamond does a spit take, spraying some of the crackers with the water she was drinking. Darknyss makes a face and chuckles.
"Glad I wasn't thinking of eating any of those."
Diamond puts a hand on Raynin's shoulder and frowns.
"Wait a minute... Ther's a chick out there wrestling with my name?"
Raynin shrugs and takes a deep breath.
"Technically, its' not as her name is 'KRYSTAL Diamond', but she goes around asking to be called Miss Diamond... so yeah."
Diamond jumps up and shakes her head as she starts to pace slowly.
"I shoud sue that bitch for plagerism!! I am the one and only Diamond!!"
Gothika nods, removing her nails from the leather of the armchair and leaning forward.
"Don't worry Emme. We know who the true Diamond is... This other female is nothing but a rhinestone. She's just a hater who has no idea of the mess she's just been tossed into. Once London Brawling gets here, there will be brawling for real... and it will be me dishing out some pain to Krystal and Veronica Taylor."
Raynin sighs and shakes her head.
"Is she really back?"
Darknyss rolls her eyes and sighs heavily.
"Unfortunately, she never really left. Veronica Taylor is always going to be a thorn in our sides, as long as she's in the Bombshell Division of the Sin City Wrestling. She will continue to give female wrestlers a bad name."
Gothika growls softly and Raynin chuckles.
"As well as deplete the ozone layer with the sheer amount of hairspray and bronzer she uses. Can you believe it? She's like one of the guys from the Jersey Shore! But I bet this will stick in her craw more than anything else... Trent wanting US to do the fashion show and not her."
Trent walks over and picks up a piece of melon from the fruit tray smiling at the group of women.
"But of COURSE I want you gals for my show! This line isn't for the quote, unquote supermodel group. I don't want some uber skinny, anorexic or bulemic, toothpick wearing my designs. My mom was a big girl, and I never choose any of those skinny bitches for anything I do. This is a line for the unique people to enjoy! This is for the normal and the not quite so normal! It's got everything!! Ranging from the gothic to the glamorous to the athletic to the fetishists! It's as diverse as you four are!"
He stands and picks up another piece of melon and sighs heavily.
"Besides... If you girls stomp those bitches in the ring the way you stomp the runway, there's no way in HELL that they'll be able to beat you."
He pops the piece of melon in his mouth and chuckles, as he chews slowly and brushes his hands off in the air before he claps his hands loudly.
"Now... let's get this show on the road. We're almost done. And when we're done, we're going to make the world FABULOUS!!"
Raynin chuckles and shakes her head as she claps her hands just like Trent.
"And after we make the world FABULOUS, it's off to London to make the world just a little more violent!"
A flurry of female bodies suddenly come running into the room as the rest of the models come in to complete their fittings before the show later in the evening.
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The music is bumpin', and the lights are jumpin' as the time for the fashion show has come. Everyone is anxiously awaiting the first model to step out on the stage. But things don't happen as expected.
The lights start to strobe as Gothika decends from the ceiling, dropping down like a bird of prey swooping out of the sky, her train billowing out around her to land center stage in a slight crouch. She stands to reveal her black patent leather pants, with a rubber corset decorated with celtic symbols, and a black patent leather train attached to it. She's got matching gauntlets on her forearms, that go about half way up her arms, and armbands around her biceps. Her hair is pulled back in an intricate bun with pincurls in varying sizes decorating the sides. She smiles wickedly, then hisses, baring her fangs as the crowd goes wild. She walks the runway, swirling the train around as she moves.
As Gothika goes back towards the backstage area, Darknyss steps out wearing her own leather outfit. It's black leather pants with diamond patches cut out going down the thighs, exposing glimpses of her flesh. Her tip is more like an array of leather straps in a diamond formation to match the pattern goign down her thighs, that are attached to a leather demi bra. Rhinestones decorate the edges of the diamond patterns, and the swells of her breasts are barely contained by the leather. As she moves, all of her is accentuated by leather. Her black leather boots have a rhinestoned studded four inch heel, and make her already long legs look even longer. Her hair has been pulled back in a tight bonytail, and been braided so it looks like a whip as she moves. As she travels the runway, every straight male eye in the room is fastened on her movements. She winks and blows a kiss to the crowd before she goes back to the backstage area.
As Darknyss goes back, Raynin steps out onstage. Her tight, straight legged, black satin jeans has a rose vine wrapped around a chinese style dragon design embroidered down her thigh and her silver and black pumps makes look pop. The satin sleeveless hoodie his unzipped almost to her belly button, and exposes just enough flesh to make the impression that's wanted. On the back of the hoodie is a dragon, just like what's going down her thigh. Around her neck is a silver choker with a silver chain hanging down from it between her breasts with a large rhinestone heart pendant dangling from the end of it. Her long hair is in loose waves that makes her look smoulder. Around her waist, the Bombhell Championship rests as the ultimate accessory. She removes the title and holds it aloft as everyone claps and the room buzzes.
As Raynin goes back towards the backstage, Diamond steps onstage wearing the gown that Trent had been working on earlier. The mermaid style satin dress has been completed with rhinestons and sequins, the bodice decorated with a large heart shaped brooch at the center of the cleavage. Her hair has been piled up on head in a french twist with rhinestones and pins going down the swirl. Her outfit truly matches her name as she glistens in the light.
The rest of the models do their walks, but none get as much of attention as the Angels of the Fallen. After their runway walks, everyone's still wearing their outfits for the after party that's being held in the same room so that the guests can see the clothes up close. As they're mingling, Raynin steps away as the cameraman gets her attention. She smirks as she walks off a bit to get some privacy. She turns and sits on a stool at the bar as she sips on a glass of mimosa.
"So... Misty and Vixen are the topic of choice this week as I get ready to face them in a triple threat match for my Bombshell Championship. Hmmm... And I'm sure everyone's wondering how I feel about facing them."
She takes a sip of her drink and chuckles, smirking.
"Well, the truth of the matter is this... It doesn't matter who I face. They're going to be the ones who worry. And why? Because... I'm not just a Champion. I'm a Marine. And that's something that no one who ever faces me will ever forget. Oh, don't let the cute clothes fool you. In the end, I'm one of the most frightening things an opponent could ever face. And why? Because Marines don't quit. They don't give up. They don't say quit. They don't stop going until their bodies give out completely. I am what they always wish that they could be. I'm a machine in the ring, and they simply wish that they could be as clear of mind about what they want as I am."
She chuckles and tosses her hair as she takes a deep breath, letting it go slowly.
"You see, Misty and Vixen both think that they deserve to be Champion. But I've never thought that. I've never EXPECTED to be Champion. That's the biggest difference between me and them. I don't feel like it's something that should be handed to me. I EARNED this Championship title! I fought for it! I scraped for it! I bled for it! and I will continue to do so! And why? Because I know that no matter what, a Champion is only as good as their next win. I'm not content just being Champion. I'm only going to Be content by STAYING Champion."
She takes another sip of her drink and sets the glass aside.
"The Gods of the Ancient Aztecs, my ancestors, told them to build their homes... their empires where they found an eagle perched atop of a cactus. An eagle clutching a serpent in it's claw. I found that I AM that eagle. I found my cactus in the Bombshell Division. And I found the serpent that I've clutched in my claw. That serpent is the arrogance and underhanded tactics that have taken place in this division with the previous Champions. And I am building my empire... building my era along with my friends and team mates! Vixen thinks that she has what it takes to be a Champion, but she doesn't have the heart to take this title from me! Misty proved that she doesn't have teh soul that's needed to truly be a good Champion. People asked why my friends and i attacked Misty and Kittie and Brooklyn Carter. It was to wake them up. It was to shake up this company and open people's eyes to the corruption, and darkness in the hearts of these so called champions. It was to spark new life and bring people away from the dolldrum that was the bombshel division. I wanted this Bombshell Division to be the best it could be. And i have to admit, since I've held this title, nothing has quite been the same. And as i continue to hold onto this Championship, things will just keep getting better and better and better."
She smiles and pats the title that's still sitting around her waist.
"Do your worst Misty and Vixen... it still won't be enough for you to come out on top. I am, and will remain the bombshell Champion."
Someone calls Raynin's name and she nods towards the camera before walking of as the scene fades.
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Time: April 21, 2012... 11:30 PM...
Place: London, England... Luther's Pub...
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She's had so much on her mind lately, there was little time for her to do anything
but train and think as she prepared for the upcoming match. Her mind was in turmoil
as she kept turning over and over the thought of someone trying to take everything
that she'd worked so hard for... what she'd fought for, what she'd slaved for and use
it for their own personal gain. Her friends had been trying to be helpful, but in
the end, her rage had been encompassing and cloying. She simply couldn't take it
anymore and had needed some time just to herself.
She'd left them in the hotel they'd decided to stay in while in London, and decideded
to step out for a drink. Let's face it... Her friends were fine with her everyday
food and drink, but when it came to the red stuff, they just didn't know how to take
it. They knew she did it... They knew she needed it. But they still didn't like
watching her do it. So she'd wait until she was alone, or would go out for a bite so
to speak... Much like now.
She'd waited so long before doing it. Regular food could sustain her for a while, as
long as she made sure to have something meaty and rare with every meal. But it just
wasn't the same. Going too long without it left her feeling drained... almost
lifeless... Listless and withotu a desire to do anything except find a drop of the
red. But she knew that with what was going to happen at the Pay Per View, she'd need
every drop of strength she could muster. So she couldn't dally... she had to go
after what she could tonight.
As she stood in the pub, she looked around, waiting for jus the right one.
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Time: April 21, 2012... 11:30 PM...
Place: London, England... Luther's Pub...
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She's had so much on her mind lately, there was little time for her to do anything but train and think as she prepared for the upcoming match. Her mind was in turmoil as she kept turning over and over the thought of someone trying to take everything that she'd worked so hard for... what she'd fought for, what she'd slaved for and use it for their own personal gain. Her friends had been trying to be helpful, but in the end, her rage had been encompassing and cloying. She simply couldn't take it anymore and had needed some time just to herself.
She'd left them in the hotel they'd decided to stay in while in London, and decideded to step out for a drink. Let's face it... Her friends were fine with her everyday food and drink, but when it came to the red stuff, they just didn't know how to take it. They knew she did it... They knew she needed it. But they still didn't like watching her do it. So she'd wait until she was alone, or would go out for a bite so to speak... Much like now.
She'd waited so long before doing it. Regular food could sustain her for a while, as long as she made sure to have something meaty and rare with every meal. But it just wasn't the same. Going too long without it left her feeling drained... almost lifeless... Listless and withotu a desire to do anything except find a drop of the red. But she knew that with what was going to happen at the Pay Per View, she'd need every drop of strength she could muster. So she couldn't dally... she had to go after what she could tonight.
As she stood in the pub, she looked around, waiting for just the right one. the cameraman is hounding her for some attention, and she finally just sighs and shakes her head.
"I've always said that i was a woman of few words. So, Veronica Taylor and Krystal Diamond... they've not really said very much, but I'll summarize everything in one single line. In the end... There will be blood. Now, I think I've foudn my dinner. Excuse me."
She has spotted a young man who is walking off towards the bathroom and she follows him, pushing him through a side door and into the alley. As the door swings closed, shrieks of fear and pain are heard rippling off through the night.
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