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RAYNIN RP
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Event: London Brawling... Sunday April 29th, 2012
Venue: Royal Albert Hall... in London, England
Match: Bombshell Championship Triple Threat
Opponent: Vs Misty Vs Vixen
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As the time approaches for the London Brawling Pay Per View, everyone's attention is set for the title defenses. People want to know will Raynin be a one hit wonder like Misty was? Or will she be able to do what only Kittie has been able to do so far and successfully defend her Bombshell Championship? Is her mind clear and focused on the future? Or is her attention divided as some think? We certainly will find out... As the Wrestling World Turns...
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... WHATCHA WAITIN' FOR?! ...
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Time: April 25, 2012, 3:30 PM...
Place: London, England... The Tower of London...
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The rain has decended once again on London Town, but that doesn't stop people from doing the tourist thing. Instead of goign on walking tours outside, they've turned their tourism fancies inward, and take in the historic sites while they can. The Angels of the Fallen are getting a chance to do a bit of site seeing of their own, as they decide to take a trip to see Big Ben and the Tower of London. They've joined a tour group, and are happy for once that they can just be another trio of tourists as they've donned their glasses and big hats to try and go unnoticed... even though it's not quite working out as they'd expected.
The trio finally get the chance to come inside as the group stops to remove their coats and drop off their umbrellas so as not o track any of the water through the historical monument, and Raynin sighs as she pulls off her black trench coat. Her black stretch hip hugger jeans jeans and knee high leather boots are complimented by the newest Fallen crop tee that sports the words, 'kicked out of heaven' across the chest, and on the back, a pair of white skeletal angel wings on the black fabric and the words, 'to unleash hell'. Her black backpack rests on her right shoulder as she waits for the tour to start. As soon as she turns around, a japanese couple come up to her and point from the camera to her, then to themselves, grinning and nodding and bowing.
"RAYNIN-SAMA!! RAYNIN-SAMA!!"
Raynin looks confused at the couple, then turns to look at Darknyss.
"What the hell??!! I can't just get one day without having to sign an autograph now?"
Darknyss chuckles as she hangs up her umbrella and slips her sunglasses in her coat pocket. Her light blue hip hugger jeans and purple crop top show off her curves as she shakes out her hair and pulls it up in a scrunchie to keep the wet ends off of her neck.
"Well what do you expect? You're the Bombshell Champion silly! Of course you're gonna be recognized whether you carry your title belt around with you or not. I'm surprised you don't have that thing around your waist right now."
Raynin chuckles and pulls her back pack off of her right shoulder and unzips it, showing the title belt resting inside. She grins and shrugs.
"Hey... I may not be as obsessed with the title as Kittie was... but it's still really special to me. I won't go anywhere without it."
The couple sees the title and starts to bounce around like a couple of anime characters, chattering away. The woman puts her hands together and starts to bow at her, her eyes shining at the sight of the belt.
"Title please? Yes? Title?"
She starts making motions at Raynin's waist, and Raynin nods and sighs, pulling out he title and puts it around her waist before she puts her backpack on her shoulder again.
"Anything for the fans..."
The couple takes turns taking pictures with Raynin, and even Darknyss and Gothika get in on a few of the pictures as they wait for the stragglers of the tour group to finally catch up. As the group starts to file in, more and more people catch a glimps of the Angels of the Fallen, and what started out as a leisurely tour of the Tower of London becomes an impromptu autograph signing, interview, and photo op as everyone including the tour guide wants to ask questions about them instead of the Tower. Questions start flying and Raynin brings her fingers to her lips and whistles loudly.
"OK!! ALRIGHT!! I GET IT!! You're all curious, but I can't hear you all, so we're gonna do this like it's a press conference! Everyone with questions, raise your hands, and we'll point to you and you can ask. Got it?"
As soon as he says that, just about everyone's hand shoots up to the sky. She chuckles and shakes her head and looks to the tour guide.
"About how long do we have before we have to start the tour? If we don't put in a time limit, this could take all night."
The tour guide looks at her watch and shrugs.
"I'd say about a quarter of an hour or so."
Raynin nods and turns back to the group.
"Ok... so, fifteen to twenty minutes... I'd say... about six questions should do it. If they're quick answers, then I may allow a few more. So... make them good, as each person only gets one question. Let's start with you... Lady in the front in the yellow shirt. Give your name and your Question."
A young brunette with glasses puts her hand down and giggles.
"Me name is Mary Anne, and I was wonderin'... How are ya' likin' bein' a champion?"
Raynin nods slowly and smiles.
"Well Mary Anne, I have to admit, it's alot more work than I thought it would be. You see, being the Bombshell Champion isn't just all fun and games as most think. As Bombshell Champion, you literally carry the division on your shoulders. You're like the leader. You're the one that everyone aspires to be like, as well as their primary target. Putting this Championship belt around your waist is like painting a big old bullseye right smack dab between you tits and waving a big flag around and yelling, 'hey everybody!! come and get me!!' And you better believe that they will be gunning for you. You don't get any rest, or peace as Champion because you always have to worry about who you will have to face next. Because it's not just the number one contender you have to worry about. That
spot can change hands in a new York minute! You have to always be on your guard. You have to stay on your toes, and switch things up constantly. You have to be flexible because you could go from facing a three hundred pound behemoth, to a buck and a quarter mighty mite who thinks she's a superhero that can lift a car, to a psych ward escapee who thinks that your face would make a nice carpacio that would pair well with fava beans and a nice ciante... You never know who you might end up facing. You can't be lax in your training, your skills, or your duties as chapmion because all it takes is one slip... one misstep... one mistake... you miss one teenie, tiny iota of something and that's all she wrote... one misplaced foot and it's all taken away. But then, I've got an insight that most of these others haven't had the pleasure of having. I never had any glorified ideals of what being a Champion was gonna be like, unlike my opponent for London Brawling, Vixen does. My eyes weren't full of bright lights and stars. I didn't walk into this situation thinking that it was the end all and be all of my career. Thanks to Mi Abuelo, I was aware of all that would come with being a champion from watching him for years when he was champion in Oaxaca for so many years. I never had any feelings of it being owed to me like my other opponent, Misty does. You see, I didn't come into this company feeling anythign was owed to me. I never wanted the Championship just handed to me. I knew I'd have to work for it. I knew I'd have to scrape and scrap and bite and claw and kick and pull myself up from the bottom to get where I'm at now. And I knew that once I made it to the top, I'd have to work that much arder just to stay up there. I knew that it would be a never ending battle, not just with other people but with myself to get this title around my waist and to keep it there. So when it finally happened, what I felt was surprise... glee... pride in myself, and how hard I worked to get this title... Relief that I'd not let the chance that was presented to me slip through my fingers again... So, to answer your question... hell, I'm LOVIN' being the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Champion!"
The hands go flying into the air again, and Raynin points to the back of the crowd.
"Alright... you... the guy in the blue hoodie. Shoot."
The man lowers his hoodie and grins as his round cheeks blush bright red.
"Hi... I'm Tom. And I wanted to say, I think you're gorgeous."
Raynin grins and blushes back.
"Why thank you Tom. Did you have a question for me?"
He nods and clears his throat.
"Yeah, well, I'm sure it's somethin' everyone is wonderin' about... But... Why did you attack Misty, Kittie, and Brooklyn Carter at Blaze of Glory after winnin' the title?"
Raynin nods slowly and takes a deep breath before she answers, her face taking on a serious look.
"To put it quite frankly Tom, because it was necessary."
The crowd starts to whisper and look from one to another and Tom raises his hand again.
"But, why did ya think it was necessary?"
Raynin pulls out a tube of lipgloss from her pocket and pulls the top off and starts to slide it along her lips slowly as she sighs heavily. She lowers her eyes as she recaps the gloss and slips it back into her pocket, her hair hanging down into her face, and when she raises them, the look in her eyes is one of fierce intensity, glaring at them all from behind her hair.
"Because it was. The Bombshell division had sunken into a fit of mediocrity. Yes, we had some of the most amazing matches... we did things that no other female wrestlers would DARE to do... But then it became stagnant! The extreme was gone! I mean, look at what we've been reduced to!! We went from amazing things such as graveyard matches, and christmas bulb matches to simple tagteam matches, and mixed tag matches... WHAT HAPPENED TO THE EXTREME!! I'll tell you what happened... The others lost their nerve is what!!"
Raynin takes off her title belt and holds it up, stroking the face of the title gently with her fingertips.
"I earned this championship match with my blood, my sweat and my tears quite literally. The ring mat back in Las Vegas has had more of my blood spilled upon it than any other of these females in this division. And why? Because I knew what it meant to be innovative. Mi Abuelo raised me not to fear physical pain. The body will heal in time, but the emotional and spiritual scarring of being just another face in the crowd was killing me slowly. when I first came to this company, there was the promise of matches that would put other companies to shame... Any kind of match, I didn't care... I'd do it. But we've been reduced to normalcy! And why? Because Misty couldn't take it! Because Kittie feared getting hurt! Because they knew that I couldn't have cared WHAT they did to my body... I wouldn't stop until I had this title around my waist!! And since then... the normalcy has continued. I wanted to bring back the extreme! I wanted to wake these chicks up and bring this division back the intensity! I wanted to open their eyes to what they had become, and what they were doing to the Bombshell Division and the Championship title!!"
She chuckles and inhales deeply, closing her eyes for a moment and smirks wickedly.
"And as you can tell... I've done what I set out to do. I've snapped Misty out of her haze of complacency and put that hunger back in her belly that she'd been missing out on. I've woken her up from her nightmare of normalcy and plain jane-ness that she'd gotten herself into with Spike. And yes... again my own blood was spilled in the process... but look at me... I'm still pretty. I've attracted the attention of the infamous Electra Blaze... I've even gotten Vixen to want to step up her game and try to take me on for the title... But let's face it... when it all comes down to it, neither of them truly have a chance against me."
She cocks her head to the side and looks out at the crowd.
"Alright... show of hands all of you who believe that Misty's going to be able to pull some kind of miracle out of her ass and take this title from me."
A few people raise their hand, and Raynin nods slowly.
"Alright... But answer me this... Do you think that because you're a Misty fan, or because she's flipped her wig, and is attacking random people?"
The people who raised their hands look around at one another and shrug. Raynin starts to pace back and forth slowly.
"See, that's the biggest differene between Misty and myself. When I was the number one contender, and I was the underdog, going up againt her and Kittie I didn't attack them before our matches. I never saw a need to. Do you know why? It was because I sat back and I saw how there was always some kind of excuse as to why they would lose because of the attack. They complained about not being one hundred percent... or the sneak attack was done to throw me of of my game... all just bullshit... smoke and mirrors. My attack was done after I beat them at their own game! And why? Because I wanted to prove to them, that no matter WHAT they threw at me, I'd still be able to get the job done! I attack with purpose!! Not for revenge, not for an ulterior motive of bettering my position... not for shits and giggles... well... maybe a little bit for shits and giggles, but that's beside the point. I don't want an unfair advantage over my opponents. I don't NEED an unfair advantage over my opponents. I can do it all by myself!"
She holds her championship title high and brandishes it to the crowd.
"I did this!! ME!! I didn't have help from my friends to win like Misty did when she had Kittie stop me at High Stakes. I didn't have to steal the championship belt and hold it hostage, and then attack anyone and almost end their career like Kittie did. I did it with my own two hands! I did it even though so many nay sayers were saying that I couldn't. I did it even though the odds were against me, and things looked bleak. I became the Bombshell Champion!"
She lowers the title belt back down and slings it over her shoulder, stroking the face of it gently.
"I've had my face cut with glass, I've been flung into a grave, I've had my head smashed into a tombstone, I've been dropkicked into a car, I've put my body on the line over and over and over again... And yet... I'm still here. I overcame all of that adversity and I'm standing at the mountain top with no one else but GOD above me!!... And do you really think that I'm going to let some upstart and a has-been take that from me?"
She shakes her head slowly.
"Now, Vixen... She's opened her own can of worms... I understand that imitation is one of the greatest forms of flattery... but she stole from The Fallen... and that doesn't come without it's own pitfalls. There's one thing to imitate, but plagerism is a crime, and I'm about to appoint myself judge, jury, and executioner."
Raynin takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
"Vixen, Vixen, Vixen. I get it. You were once a big fish in a little pond, and now you want to test the waters of this ocean called the Sin City Wrestling. I was once like you. I had dreams... I had aspirations... I still have them. But the problem is... now that you're in the ocean, you're still just a guppie swimming with a bunch of seasoned sharks! And thanks to Misty chummin' the waters, I've got the scent of blood, and you're about to find out what it truly means to be in the middle of a feeding frenzy!"
Raynin's face takes on a mask of fury as she continues to rant, the crowd watching transfixed by the look on her face.
"I've sat back and listened to Vixen running her mouth for weeks now... thinking she's better than me because she got a win by disqualification in a tag team match... I swear... she's about to get one hell of a wakeup call. You see, I haven't even begun to bring out the big guns against her. But this won't be a tag team match... And it's not about disqualifications... no no no... This is going to be me, decending down from heaven to unleash hell all over her ass in a rain of fire and brimstone unlike any she'd ever believe possible! She's going to get a taste of what it truly means to step up to a pissed off Angel! Upsetting me doesn't cause me to lose my focus. All it does is just make me want to amp it up a little bit higher. All it does is make me want to inflict that much more damage and that much more pain before I drop the hammer on her head and leave her laying in the dust, squirming and begging for me to stop."
Raynin smirks evilly and nods slowly.
"But for you Vixen... the only way for you to experience even the tiniest hint of mercy from me once that bell rings is if you either lay down and let me pin you, or if you just tap. Or if you just leave the ring and go back into the back and cower in the locker room. Because as long as you stand in that ring, and present yourself as a target for my wrath, then you will experience it in abundance."
Raynin looks out at the crowd and then at her friends who are standing on either side of her.
"Misty and Vixen think that because I care about my friend Gothika and how she'll fare in her match against Krystal Diamond and Veronica Taylor that my priorities are split. They think that I'm preoccupied, and that they are gonna be able to use that as a way to get to me. But let's face facts here... When it comes time for me to step into the ring, and that bell sounds, I'm all business. My focus is in the moment. My mind is set on one thing, and one thing only, and that is retaining this championship and keeping it around my waist, right where it belongs. Just as I know Gothika is all business. You see, I've learned something that you never will Misty... True friendship is never a hinderance. True friends will stand by you. They'll have your back, and will always have your best interest at heart. So yes, I can worry about Gothika and her match, just as I know she's worried about me and my match. But don't you EVER thinks that for a MINUTE, my eyes are off of the prize. I'm Champion right now because I never stopped striving to be the best. And after London Brawling I will STILL be Champion because I WILL NEVER stop striving to be the best."
She takes a deep breath and crosses her arms over her chest.
"There is always another bar for me to set for myself. Being Bombshell Champion was just the first of many plateaus on the ladder of success. This was just the first mountain I've decided to climb. There's always another mountain in my future. and the next step for me, is keeping this title. Because this business is continually changing. It's like surfing in the ocean... you come to the crest of a wave and go over it, only to see another wave coming at you. I know that the waves won't stop coming. There will always be another challenger for my title. There will always be another person to overcome. There will not be an end until I finally decide to stop, or someone gets lucky enough to take me down. But even if that happens... in the unlikelihood of it happening, then who ever it is that does knock me off of this mountaintop better watch out because I'll be gunning for them like a shot from an AK-47! And I won't stop gunning for them until I'm back on top once again!"
Raynin chuckles and pats the title gently on her shoulder looking down at it.
"Let's face it! Everyone thought I was hungry for this title while I was trying to win it... but they have no idea what hungry truly means! Now that I am Champion, I want to keep this title around my waist so badly that words can't express what I feel. I want to hold onto it so tightly that sometimes I see myself holding this title in the mirror and my knuckles are white from the grip I have on it. Am I obsessed like Kittie? No... I'm not obsessed with being Champion. I'm CONSUMED by being champion! It is all that I have wanted and more, and the thought of being without my title... haveing it ripped from me by some undeserving, unappreciative, obnoxious, arrogant, or no account hack makes me want to scream!!"
She runs a hand though her hair and starts to pace again slowly.
"This title is MINE!! I'm like a wild animal about this title!! A hungry lioness will defend their kill with teeth and claws and will kill another animal tha tries to take it from them before they're done with it! I've marked this Championship as my property! It's my territory! And I will fight, tooth and nail to ensure that it remains Mine!!"
She takes a deep breath, and the tour guide looks at her watch and signals that it's time for the tour to start. Raynin looks around at her friends and nods slowly before she addresses the crowd.
"I hope that you all get the chance to watch London Brawling. Because the Age of Angels has descended upon the Sin City Wrestling. And after I beat Misty and Vixen to retain my Championship, things will never... EVER be the same."
The trio crowd all start to cheer before they move on to start their tour.
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Time: April 27, 2011... 11:30 AM
Place: London, England.... Raynin's hotel room...
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She's sitting in front of the television, eating breakfast as she watches the tape of what happened at Climax Control a few weeks ago. She sighs as she watches how they'd been delivered a loss, not at the hands of their opponents, but by Misty and Electra Blaze. She spoons another bite of raisin and cinnamon oatmeal into her mouth and rewinds it, playing it back once more...
Cookie slides in and pulls Gothika off just in the nick of time. She kicks her in the stomach and drops her down with the SexXx Factor! She immediately goes back to her corner as Raynin reluctantly returns to hers. Raynin shouts at the referee to be fair in his judgment calls, before looking down to Darknyss for advice. With Gothika and Vixen both down on the mat, the audience and their partners begin to rally support for them. Both women slowly stir on the mat. Just then, the lights go out and the audience begins whispering in bewilderment. As they come back on, a brunette woman stands at the head of the ring, waving to the match participants, shouting at them.
Simone: What the hell is she… Wait, is that former GXW Women’s Champion, Electra Blaze? What is she doing out… What?
Adams: Is that Misty crawling from under the ring? What is SHE doing out here? We are being graced by the NWA Cruiserweight Champion here, but what does she have planned here?
Darknyss and Brandi both seem a bit shocked as Misty grabs the Bombshell Championship. Electra Blaze slides into the ring. The referee tries to stop her from going any further when Misty slides into the ring from behind. Gothika is the first up and she spots Misty immediately. She goes to confront Misty who sports both championships on her shoulder The referee turns around to see her just as she turns around and nails Vixen with the Bombshell Championship. The referee calls for the bell.
Justin Decent: Your winners via disqualification… COOKIE S’MORES AND VIXEN!!!
Adams: I should be saying how I don’t believe what just happened, but what I want to know… Is Misty the third Bombshell competing for Raynin’s championship at London Brawling?
Simone: It’s hard to say, but she certainly has made her presence known by attacking Vixen while simultaneously costing The Fallen the match up.
Misty holds the Bombshell Championship in the air, carefully watching her back as Electra comes over to her. They hoist their arms up in the air to present the Bombshell Championship before dropping it to the ground. Raynin gets in the ring to chase them down before they quickly exit the ring. Misty snarls at her as they work their way up the ramp as “What You Want” by Evanescence plays.
She pauses the playback and sits back as she chews on her oatmeal slowly, smirking at the television set.
"That was the moment right there... That was the one thing that sealed your fate. That was what put you on the road that will ultimately end with your having to face not just me as champion, but me as a pissed off champion Misty. You wanted to stir up the hornet's nest by showing me that you could deal a blow to my ego by having me lose via disqualification. Well bravo. But if you'd wanted a shot at my title... I'd told you before... all you'd had to do was ask for it."
She takes another spoonful of her breakfast and sets the empty bowl on the table beside her elbow. She takes a deep breath and temples her fingers as she looks intently at the screen.
"the fact of the matter is Misty... I wanted to face you. One on one... face to face.. mano y mano. I wouldn't have let my friends interfere. but you had to go bringing Electra blaze into the picture. Well fine... You wanted it to be this way... you got your wish. London Brawl will be a Brawl and then some. I hope you're bringing your A game... cuase you'll be getting mine in abundance."
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GOTHIKA RP
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>Event: London Brawling... Sunday April 29th, 2012
Venue: Royal Albert Hall... in London, England
Match: Bombshell Triple Threat
Opponent: Vs Krystal Diamond Vs Veronica Taylor
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Two triple threat matches are what the fates have in store for the Angels of the Fallen. As her partner, Raynin stands poised to defend her Bombshell Championship at London Brawling, so too does The Vampyric Angel have a battle ready and waiting for her. Gothika must defend the honor of the Fallen in a match against a pair of Bombshells who want to use her as a springboard for their own careers... Krystal Diamond and Veronica Taylor. But with the thirst taking over her more and more frequently, will she be able to keep the beast inside of her at bay long enough to pick up the win? Or will the blood flow once she steps into the ring? What will the outcome be? Let's find out...
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... AT YOUR OWN RISK ...
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Time: April 24, 2012... 11:30 AM...
Place: London, England... Location: The Boar's Head Bed and Breakfast...
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There's been a bit of a respite from the requisite rain that normally fills the air in springtime. The sun is streaming into the courtyard of the old estate that has been converted to this quaint little place for honeymooners, and those just looking to escape while still in the city. The peonies and lupines are just spreading their petals to try and catch what sun they can before the clouds decide to close over the warm rays once more.
She stirs as she feels the heat from the rays on her skin and it wakes her as she flinches from the sudden warmth. She pulls the covers up over her in a protective motion, then sighs as she uncovers her face to look around.
She catches a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror on the low dresser across from the bed and she frowns at the sight of the red stuff that circles her mouth. She starts trying to scrub it from around her mouth with the back of her hand, but stops once she notices that it's there as well and just gives up. She shrugs and shakes her head as if trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind.
"What in the world am I doing here? I should be at the hotel with the others..."
She slides her hands down her arms, and stops as she suddenly realizes that she's less than dressed under the covers. She lifts the covers and gasps, her eyes going wide.
"Where are my clothes? Oh my GOD!! Did somebody slip me a mickey?"
She suddenly realizes that she's not alone in the bed as she sees the large lump under the covers beside her in the mirror. She turns towards it and pokes it with a finger.
"Hey... who ever you are, it's time to get up. It's morning time... I think..."
The lump doesn't move and she slides her hand under the covers, moving as if to move the covers back, but she gasp as she pulls her hand back quickly, seeing it covered in the red stuff. She looks around nervously, but gulps slowly as she looks at her hand, coated in it. She shakes her head slowly as she takes a deep breath.
"I can't still be hungry... I always just take a drink... I don't gorge! Everyone walks away none the wiser... I'm in control... it doesn't control me..."
She slowly brings her fingers to her lips and licks them slowly, closing her eyes and moaning softly as the thick, salt taste slides over her tongue and down her throat. She starts to lick faster, her tongue not wasting a drop as she growls hungrily, feeling her fangs extending as she does so. She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and suddenly stops herself. She shakes her head and smacks her forehead with her clean hand.
"What am I doing? This isn't cool! I'm waking up in some strange bed with someone laying in a pool of red beside me, and I stop for a quick snack? Get it together girl!!"
She takes a deep breath and pokes the lump beside her again, frowning slightly as her pokes go unanswered.
"Hey! Everybody ok under there? Everybody alive and kickin'? Just want to make sure... Just a nod or a whimper will do..."
The lump doesn't do anythign but lay there, and she sighs heavily.
"Oh man!! What did I do??!! I promised, no bodies!! This is gonna be bad if I... If I... Oh MAN!!"
She shakes her head and hits herself in the temple with her fist a few times before she takes a deep breath and tries to clam herself down.
"Ok... I can handle this... I can deal... maybe nobody's dead... maybe this is mine... maybe this is all just a misunderstanding and we can all just walk out of here none the wiser. Hell, i don't even know who it is under there!! Maybe they were already dead, and I just happened by the door and couldn't help myself and popped in for a snack... yeah... that's it... I'm sure of it... I simply couldn't... I wouldn't... I can't have..."
She looks once more at the lump under the covers beside her and takes a deep breath as she reaches out to touch it. She pulls back the covers and sees a young man laying beside her, head on the pillows... neck and chest drenched in the red. His medium length, light browh hair hair is seeming to caress his cheek as he lays there, not moving. She winces at the sight of his cute face and swears softly to herself.
"Shit! What did I do?"
She reaches out a trembling hand towards his neck, as if willing a flutter to appear before she can touch his neck. She holds her breath as her hand comes closer and closer. Just as she's about to touch him, he sneezes, and she shrieks, jumping from the bed, pulling the covers with her, as she moves. His eyes fly open as he hears her shrieking, and he screams in harmony, pulling the sheets over himself as he jumps up to stand on the other side of the bed. Their shrieks fill the air, and bring the maid running to the door. She knocks quickly and opens the door with her room key.
"Is there an emergency? I heard screaming and..."
She takes one look at he pair of them, screaming, standing there, drenched in red as if a bucket of paint had been thrown over them, and at the red covered bed and promptly faints. This causes the young man to start shrieking even louder, his light grey eyes, looking around confused. He suddenly pulls the sheets up over his head as if he were trying to become invisible. This causes her to stop shrieking, and chuckles as he stands there, trembling under the sheets. Her chuckles become full blown laughter as she watches him. She slowly lowers herself down to the bed and sits, holding the covers over her as she starts to look around for her clothing. Upon hearing her laughter, the young man slowly stops shrieking. He slowly lowers the sheets from off of his head and peeks out at her curious as to why she was laughing.
"I don't see what's so funny. You didn't just wake up in a bed covered in blood."
She lowers the covers a bit and shows the red on her cleavage and lifts an eyebrow at him. He looks chagrined and lowers the sheets a bit lower.
"Oh, right... Alright then... you didn't wake to some blood drenched bird shrieking bloody murder over you now did you?"
She holds up a hand and shrugs.
"Touche. You just frightened me is all. You didn't seem to be breathing."
He makes a face and slowly lowers himself down to the bed.
"Oh... Right... I do breathe kind of shallowly when I sleep. Doctors say it's got something to do with my nasal passages."
She smiles as she finds her shoes and her pants. She keeps searching until she finds her shirt and her bra and he turns to look at him.
"Do you remember anything about last night? I mean... did we..."
He shakes his head slowly.
"No, we didn't... I'd have remembered that... Besides, apparently a part of me is wishing that we had... and if we had, then it wouldn't be so... attentive right now."
She chuckles as she finds her bra and lowers herself down onto the bed and frowns slightly.
"So then... what happened?"
He shakes his head slowly and sighs.
"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you... I was attacked by... well... by vampires last night."
She lifts her eyebrows and looks at him curiously.
"Really? Then how did we..."
He takes a deep breath and looks around the room slowly.
"Well, I was at a club, hittin' on this bird and she'd said she'd wanted to well... you know... so I followed her out the club. You were there too, and I don't know if you sensed something, or if something was just off, but when we left, you did too. As me and the girl were headed for the parking lot, she suddenly grabbed me and drug me down this alley where these two other blokes were waiting for us. They jumped me, and bit me! I was bleeding so bad... And you were suddenly just there!! One of the blokes scuffled with you and knocked you into a wall pretty hard, but the noise brought other people, and they ran off. You grabbed me and threw me in a car and just pulled off with me. You found this place, and got us a room and you brought me in here, and you used something to fix my wounds. Look... you can barely see a scar."
She takes a deep breath and sighs relievedly.
"Oh good... So I didn't... well... what I mean to say is... I'm glad that you're alright."
She picks up her clothes and smiles as he keeps looking at his arms and chest.
"I just wish I knew how you fixed me up without a scar."
She chuckles and winks at him.
"Trade secret. Look, I'm gonna hop in the shower. Don't go anywhere. You will need to rest. I won't be long, I promise."
She disappears into the bathroom and the sound of a shower fills the air...
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She's just gotten out of the shower and is nice and squeaky clean. She's wrapped in a towel, and her skin is slightly pink from the heat of the water on her skin. She's standing in the mirror of the bathroom, looking at the fogged glass, sighing softly. She reaches out and writes a word on the glass. It reads, battle. She wipes the fog off of the mirror, revealing her face.
"So many people think that I'm just an enforcer for the Bombshell Champion. They believe that without her, I'm nothing. I'm just a shadow... I'm just a directed weapon and an extension of Raynin. Well, they have one thing right. I am a weapon. But I'm a weapon with my own agenda."
She takes a deep breath and smirks slightly.
"You see... what every other bombshell in this company strives for, I've already accomplished. For over a decade, I've been dessimating men and women alike in wrestling federations around the world. Everything that these females are scrapping and fighting for... I've already won numerous times over and then some. I'm a multiple world champion... not just a Diva's Chapion, or Women's Champion... oh, I've won those as well... but I'm a multiple World Champion. So when you step to me, that's something you better think about."
She picks up her panties from the pile of clothes she's got laying on the counter and starts to slowly slide them up her body, keeping things hidden under her towel so nothing but alot of thigh is shown.
"Krystal Diamond... Just breaking out in the world of wrestling... wanting to cut your teeth on a new place... Well, once the bell sounds, and we step into the ring with one another, I will introduce you to something I'm sure you will never forget... My foot! And veronica Taylor... You've seen alot of the lights on the ceiling, I'll give you that. You're about to see quite a bit more of them. But in the end, what more can you expect? You're about to step into the ring with someone who enjoys inflicting pain upon her opponents. My moves are designed to make you want to just lay there and pray that I ignore you until I'm ready to pin you. I'm six feet of wrecking machine, and damned proud of it. I won't just beat you, I will break you! I want for you to remember the beating that I give you and let it wash over you every time you step into the ring. I want for my face to be what you see whenever the bell sounds and for the thought of facing me again to make you jump and shriek in fear at the sound of a bell ringing."
She reaches out and picks up her bra and slips it up her arms and underneath the towel, settling it into place before she fastens it behind her and drops the towel, finally showing her skin. For the first time since she's been on air in the SCW, we get to see the voluptuous body that the Vampyric Angel keeps covered in PVC, leather, and rubber. The curves of her hips with the pale skin of her six pack abs make you wonder why she doesn't show more of it. She puts her hands on the counter and leans in towards the mirror as her eyes slowly turn to that eerie ice blue color.
"Once London Brawling comes, and the match begins, you both will realize that you've been forced into a match against a monster that's caught your scent and is on the hunt for you. And yes... Oh yes... there will be blood!!"
She starts to laugh evilly as the room suddenly starts to fog up again, making her disappear in a cloud of mist as the laughter is all that can be heard.
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She's in the rental car once more and is headed back towards the hotel. She'd gotten rid of the bloody sheets while the young man was in the shower and took care of the maid with a bit of the magic dust she'd gotten from Diamond. She sure could appreciate the fact that her friend was good with making people forget things. Without that dust, it would make feeding so much harder for her to do. She'd dosed the guy as well after he'd gotten out of the shower and left him in bed to sleep it off. She'd ordered room service... Lots of meat to build up the body after the blood loss.
She was happy that she'd not lost control, but was concerned about the fact that other vampires were making things harder for her to feed. But now that she'd made herself known, and had even confronted others and stopped their feeding... What would this mean for her and her career? She bit her bottom lip as she shifted the car into another gear and sped off towards the hotel, deep in thought...
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