Event: Climax Control... Sunday 05/20/2012
Venue: John Ascuaga's Nugget Casino Resort... Sparks, Nevada
Match: 1st ROUND BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT
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The Rebellious One has been on almost a wild streak since losing her title belt to Misty at the Pay Per View. During her tag team match against the Freakettes Felony and Rock Rose, Raynin attacked Rock Rose with a chair in what appeared to be an attempt to save her friend from a horrible chokeslam. But she still didn’t seem to be quite right after doing that as she continually beat the larger woman across the back with the chair, even after the bell was called. What’s gotten into the former Bombshell Champion? Or to put it in a more correct way… What has been reveaked from the depths of the former Champion’s psyche? How will things play out when Raynin along with her former Fallen Angel, Gothika have to face Carly Athens and Odetter Ryder in a first round match for the newly announced Bombshell Tag Team Championships Tournament? Will she be able to keep things together long enough to make it through to round two and beyond? Will Raynin be able to get gold around her waist once more with the help of her friend and tag team partner? Let’s see what unfolds, shall we...
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********** WARNING!! **********
The following scenes contain content which is extremely graphic in nature. If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until have something to settle your stomach before continuing. If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further. 
Parental discretion is advised.
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Time: May 14, 2012... 11:30 AM
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada… In Raynin’s Apartment
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Every time she closed her eyes, she could see them there… Laughing… taunting… torturing… slicing… cutting… digging into her very soul with their nails hooked like claws and their eyes… their eyes seemed to burn into her. Their voices cackling all through the days and into the nights… Sometimes they sung to her songs of death and decay, pain and blood… in a word, there was nothing good, only evil… simply evil. Ever since that night she had that dream on the plane on their way back to the States from London… She kept seeing them. She kept hearing them. They invaded every waking moment, and plagued her slumbering moments as well. She’d had no rest since then… no respite from the onslaught and it was grating at her every nerve. She’d eat, but food was tasteless or they sent visions to torture her so she’d lose her appetite… Maggots in cheese burgers, bloody fingers in macaroni and cheese… even a toe or two in a bowl of beef stew… She’d lost about ten pounds since the dreams started, and there were dark circles around her eyes, and her already defined muscles looked even more so as her body fat percentage continually dropped because the only time she could block out the voices was when she would train… so she trained just about every minute she could until she’d drop shaking in exhaustion to the floor and curl up into a ball on the floor, her fingers in her ears, and weeping as she tried to keep them out. She'd gone from having about four of her ab muscles showing clearly to deep definition in her abs, making them look like a washboard, and giving her waistline a more deely defined curve. She'd look at herself in the mirror each morning and turn to the side, holding her shirt up to show off her profile and sigh slightly.
"Sometimes I thank GOD that I was blessed with some tits and ass from somewhere in my ancestry because at this rate, if it weren't for them, I'd almost look like one of the kids from the save the children commercials. I'm damned near wasting away here. I've gotta do something and soon.”
Every time she would do this however, she would stop and run her hands along her stomach as she thinks back to what happened during that chaotic trip back from London… When she’d awoken from a dream about Momma Lovelle and the Tattooed man to find that the cuts she’d received in the dream had actually became real. She still remembered the frantic clambering by the flight attendants when she’d asked for a first aid kit and gone into the bathroom to clean herself up. She’d had to lie and say that she’d done it before she came on the plane. It was easier to explain than, ‘oh… some wicked witch of the west put a curse on me and made these cuts just magically appear on my skin. Got a band-aid?’ … Yeah… that didn’t sound too weird or insane now did it.
Every day now, it had been happening over and over again. The dreams… the nightmares… the voices… the visions… Today had been no different. She'd taken a sleeping pill the previous night, but she was sure that she hadn't been blessed with a dreamless sleep as she'd woken up screaming and drenched in sweat, and her body ached as if she'd been in the fight of her life. She'd gotten up and tried taking a long hot shower, but about half way through washing her hair, she'd looked up to an image of the water coming from the spout turning into a huge spray of blood and soaking her. She'd screamed until she'd gone hoarse and crouched down into a corner of the shower, her arms around her knees, hugging them as close to her as possible and trembling like a leaf. She couldn't figure out why things such as that had affected her in the manner that they had. She was no stranger to death. In her time during the war, she'd witnessed death and blood countless times, spilled by her own hands even, and had been able to deal with it withouta problem. She could slit a man's throat, plucking the life from his body as easy as plucking a rose from a bush. She'd been caught by arterial spray, fresh from the tap so to speak and barely blinked at it. But something about this was different.
She'd known that sleep depravation and starvation had a hand in it all, but without knowing what to do about it all was dragging her down in a downward spiral. She'd finally had enough and had called in her friends who were on the way. Right now, she was dressed in a pair of dark blue yoga pants that she'd rolled down to her hips and a black and blue sports halter. Her hair was pulled back in a french braid going down her back and she had a dark blue bandana wrapped over her hair. She was barefoot and her toenails as wel as her fingernails were done in a white tipped french manicure. She'd said to herself, 'if I'm gonna go crazy, at least I can look good doing it' as she was sitting in the chair at the nailshop, watching the woman doing her toes suddenly turn into a zombie. It was the hardest thing to do not to jump up and run out screaming as the vision of the zombie nail tech suddenly eating her from the toes up played out in her mind, and she'd actually flenched as she heard the sound of her bones crunching under the zombified teeth as she'd watched her own toes being ripped from her foot. But what ended the vision was the sound of the tech's voice as she'd asked what color she'd wanted for her polish. That's when things clicked for her. The visions couldn't exist if they clashed too far from reality, so because the zombie had a mouthful of toe, it couldn't be speaking. Hence why she'd invited her friends over for a conversation.
She'd been working out hard by herself, trying to work past the visions that were continuing to haunt her. She'd worked on the heavy bag until the bag suddenly turned into the tortured, beaten, and bloodied body of her Abuelo. Every time she'd punched, she would hear a rib breaking and his screams of agony. But the worst of it were the screams from him of 'why Rayniña?! Why are you doing this to me?! It hurts! It hurts! ¡Ah Dios mio! ¡Ayúdeme! ¡Por favor! Help me! Please help me!' She'd known that her Grandfather would never beg, no matter what was happening to him. In her head she'd known that, but it didn't matter to her heart. It had finally driven her to tears and she'd wrapped her arms around the heavybag, laying her forehead against what appeared to be her Grandfather's chest and sobbed.
"¡Perdóneme por favor Abuelo! Please forgive me!"
She'd walked away from the heavy bag and moved on to the speed bag she'd had up in the corner, until it had turned into the sobbing form of her Grandmother's severed head. She'd finally closed her eyes and stopped, easing her breathing to slow her hear and that's when she'd heard it... The soft whistling of a song she knew but couldn't place. She'd looked around the room, turning in slow circle, looking for the person the whistling could have been coming from, even though she knew she was completely alone in the apartment. She walked around slowly, listening for where the song could have been emmanating from, but couldn't find a source. The song just continued over and over again... .
<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FHcsjO-lVbw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>She thought maybe it was coming from outside, so she chose to ignore it and continued on with trying to block out the images and sounds by training. She'd pulled out her jumprope and started to do her speed jumping, her feet and the rope starting to move almost like a blur as she changed from double foot hopping, to almost running in place with the rope. She switched up the movements, trying not to let her body get used to one single motion, jumping on one foot, switching to the other foot, crossing her arms, even crouching as she came down with both feet and jumping up like an explosive squat, or doing high jumps, bring her feet up almost to her butt as she spun the rope as fast as she could, trying to get it to revolve four to five times before her feet touched the ground. Everything was fine until the whistling started to get louder. The spike in volume had become disconcerting. She’d lost her concentration, and brought the rope stingingly down against her left leg. The feel of it is almost like being caught with a bullwhip, and a large welt instantly came up against her skin on the front of her calf. She winced and sucked a breath through her teeth as she started to hop around on the other foot and wiggled her left leg to try to stop the stinging. That’s when she heard the voice…
“Awww, poor little baby… That didn’t even hurt and you’re acting like you’ve been shot! You’re such a little pansy assed bitch!”
She froze and dropped into a defensive crouch and started to spin around, looking for where the voice had come from. She crab walked to a nearby cabinet and pulled out her service pistol, clicking off the safety as she palmed the butt in one hand and straight armed her grip in the other and called out...
“Whoever’s out there… I’m armed, and I’m a deadly weapon. Show yourself!”
The laughter that rippled out at that statement just dripped with venom and sarcasm.
“Oh really? A deadly weapon? You’re about as deadly as a cotton ball being thrown at a nerf football!”
Her vision suddenly starts to blur. She looks around for the location of the voice and frowns as she shakes her head, trying to clear her sight and to hear. She calls out again…
“I’m serious! I’ve got a gun and I’m trained very well in how to use it! Show yourself!”
Just then her vision blurs again and an image of herself, dressed exactly as she is now steps into view and crosses her arms over her chest. She gasps as this doppelgänger walks right up to her and smirks.
“What are you gonna do now? Put a bullet in your own head? Not likely…”
The doppelgänger sticks her tongue out to glide it along her lips and it sounds like the hiss of a snake as Raynin can clearly see the tongue is forked. She gasps and points the gun straight up, slipping the safety back into place as she up towards the cabinets.
“What in the hell??!! What are you?”
The doppelgänger chuckles and she closes her eyes, shaking her head. When the eyes open again, they’re completely black… like the pupils of the eye had expanded to encompass the irises of the eye… totally black... everything. The doppelgänger steps closer and reaches out, sliding a fingertip along Raynin’s chest slowly over her heart and Raynin can almost hear the sound of her flesh sizzling under the touch. The smell of burning flesh reaches her nostrils and she whimpers in fear which just causes the doppelgänger to throw her head back and laugh.
“Aww, I scared the little sissy. You look like you’re about to piss your pants! Come on! You’re supposed to be some big and bad assed luchador!! You’re supposed to be Champion material, but you can’t even handle a little something like me… What am I gonna do with you.”
The doppelgänger starts to pace back and forth in front of her slowly, looking her up and down before she finally stops right in front of Raynin and claps her hands together, chuckling excitedly.
“I know… I’m gonna stay right where I am. I’m going to take you over slowly. And with my help, you’ll become a champion once again… Starting with the Bombshell Tag Team Championships, and culminating with the regaining the Bombshell Championship that you let slip through your pathetic little fingers.”
Raynin shakes her head and cringes away from the fingertips of the doppelgänger that are reaching towards her arm.
“I don’t need your help! I don’t want your help!! I didn’t need you to get the Bombshell Championship in the first place, and I don’t need it now! Just leave me alone!!”
The doppelgänger suddenly puts a hand on Raynin’s chest and shoves her so hard against the cabinets that the back of her head hits the glass of the window they were sitting under and the glass splinters in a huge spiderweb crack from the impact. The world starts to spin slowly and the doppelgänger straightens her up and strokes her shoulder gently.
“Who do you think gave you that extra little edge you needed to get the Bombshell Championship in the first place? Don’t you know who I am? I am you!! I’m the darkest part of you! I’m the ruthless, in-compassionate, indiscriminate violence that lurks within you! I am that which pushed you to excel in combat! I am that which helped you make it through in Afghanistan… Iraq… Iran… Turkey… Germany… Egypt… All of those missions… All of those dead, dismembered, broken, gutted, filleted, flayed, electrocuted, blown up victims you have… they’re all because of me and your Tia Angela… And it’s about time that I started to collect on the dividends of you becoming Champion! I want those titles, and I’m going to use you to get them!!”
The doppelgänger wraps her arms around Raynin and she starts to struggle and scream.
“Stop it!! Let me go!! I’m gonna do this on my own!!”
The doppelgänger’s body seems to start to melt and turn into a sort of slime and the last thing that turns is her head as it hangs there almost suspended in the air on this tower of slime that’s trying to envelop Raynin’s body.
“Hush now! Don’t fight it! Or it will just hurt more…”
Raynin can’t move at all, caught in this tower of slime and she starts to scream as the doppelgänger starts to laugh wickedly… the laughter turning into a weird liquid like sound as the her head finally turns into slime too. The slime suddenly shoots upwards and goes into Raynin’s nose and her scream cuts off into a choking gurgle as this strange substance fills her nostrils and throat. When the last of the slime has gone up inside of her nose, Raynin simply collapses on the ground and lays there, not moving…
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The sound of a key turning in the lock of the door brings your attention back to the door as the locks are turned one after another down the door. The door swings open and Darknyss walks in with Gothika and Diamond, chatting concernedly to each other. Darknyss pushes the door closed and starts to re-lock the locks as she sighs heavily.
“I swear, she said she was gonna be here. I don’t know why she didn’t answer the door or the phone. It’s a good thing I’ve got a spare key…”
Diamond is pulling off her jacked and suddenly stops dead in her tracks and spins around slowly. She frowns and motions with her hand for Darknyss and Gothika to be quiet.
“Hush up! Something’s wrong… I can feel it.”
The trio slowly start to walk into the apartment looking around and Diamond calls out for her friend.
“Raynin! Raynin, it’s us! We’re here!!”
Gothika finds her first and calls for the others.
“Over here!!”
The trio of friends run over to where Raynin is curled up in a corner, her back to her friends, banging her head slowly against the wall repeating the same line of words over and over again...
“What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!!”
They can see the blood smears on the wall from her head being driven into the wall so many times. Diamond puts a hand between Raynin's head and the wall and still she continues to bang her head against it, repeating the words…
“What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!!”
Diamond pulls Raynin away from the wall and lets her head fall back and gasps at the sight of her face. Raynin’s forehead has been split open and the blood has poured out of the cut to cover the left side of her face, and her eyes are completely black, just like the eyes of the doppelgänger had been. She’s still repeating the same words over and over again...
“What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!! What’s inside me?!!...”
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Time: May 14, 2011... 11:30 PM
Place: Somewhere in Las Vegas... Specific Location... Unknown...
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She was walking around the streets of Las Vegas, trying to clear he head during one of the few times that the rain had finally eased up and allowed her some time outside. It was late and there was a slight chill in the air that everyone was hoping would lessen soon and let the heat come back to warm them all. She'd grabbed her black hoodie and had it zipped up to just below her halter top, the hood pulled up over her head and had her hands tucked into the pockets of the jacket as she walked. She'd somehow made it down towards a more populated area where a strip of smaller, little known casinos stood, their lights blinking, and inviting as if calling to the few people who are still on the streets on a monday night to come in a dspend a little of their hard earned cash in an effort to make more. Through the glass of the main doors, you can see one armed bandit jockeys sitting at the slot machines, looking almost like tranced drones as they fed the machines and pulled on the handles trying to win a little bit more than what they came in with, knowing that in the end, they'd be lucky just to break even.
She'd been walking for miles, not even realizing it. The cameraman who had been following her around the city had given up walking and had called on a friend who had a scooter and he'd rigged a mount on the handle bars so he could keep up with her as she'd gone so far. A few diligent SCW fans had seen her and recognized her and had approached her for an autograph, and she'd been all smiles and about the job as she'd signed them, even though her mind and body were in turmoil. As soon as they'd walked away, her smile disappeared, and she pulled her hood up further to try and shroud herself and almost hide from the ouside world as she sunk deeper into her thoughts. She talks to herself as she moves along the city streets.
"Sometimes I just can't believe that I'm in the position that I'm in. I've been working my ass off to get where I was, and to have it all ripped away from me just as I was at the top of my game... and all because of our boss's obsession with making me lose... It's about getting to be more than I can bear. Maybe the voice in my head is right. Maybe it's time for a little anarchy to be let loose in the Sin city Wrestling."
She shakes her head and pulls the hood that's been slowly slipping back into place around her face. She sighs heavily as she moves away from the few crowds of people who are out on the streets, wanting some solitude.
"Some people say I just had an off night... Some people say that I've got conspiracy theories in my head. Some people are starting to think that I've gone plum loco... Hell, I'm starting to think the last one myself. But regardless of what anyone thinks... My skills are what matters. My skills in the ring are still on top of their game or Misty wouldn't have needed to submit to dirty tactics to defeat me."
She hangs a left at an intersection and the cameraman is hard pressed to keep up with her as he pulls up onto the sidewalk and she slows down her speed to allow him to catch up. She lets him get right beside her before she starts to talk again.
"People wonder why I attacked Rock Rose with a chair instead of letting my friend take the chokeslam. Thing of it is, I knew that Gothika could have gotten out of that move easily. It's a move that we trained with Darknyss to counter so many times... but something in me just couldn't take it anymore... the mediocrity of it all... I needed the intensity! I needed the excitement... I simply wanted to hear the sound of steel meeting flesh!! I needed to hear that loud smack that reverbrates through the arena after I've swung the chair and it hits a body... Mmmm, I need that feeling so badly!!"
She chuckles and pulls out her iPhone and starts to flick through some pieces of footage that she'd had Darknyss send to her as she walks down the streets.
"Even worse... people are acting like I'm a nobody already and it has barely even been a month... Don't they know that I'm the former Bombshell Champion?! And if it hadn't been for the referee's poor judgement call, I'd still be Bombshell Champion? I'm not a nobody or an unknown as my opponents seem to think that I am. All of these rookies who have their head's shoved up their asses and aren't taking the time to truly look at the competition that they're coming up against... They're in for one rude awakening... Just like Rock Rose is still nursing her sore back from the chairshots I gave her, I'm going to send a clear message to these upstarts. I don't care who you THINK you are... when you feel froggish step up against the Fallen, you get sent straight to hell!"
She comes to a bit of footage of Odette Ryder and Carley Athens on their dirt bikes comes playing on her phone. She chuckles and shakes her head slowly as she smirks evilly.
"There's a certain skill set that comes with riding dirtbikes. I know that to be true. In the line of work I was in, it was good to be cross trained so to speak. And these girls have a certain... knack on a track, but in the ring... That's a different matter all together. Riding dirtbikes is one thing, but stepping up against the Fallen is on a whole other playing field. Why? Because you're not dealing with a rough terrain, or having a machine with enough horsepower and torque to send a person flying under you. You're facing something much more dangerous. When you step into the ring with one of the Fallen, You're facing a person who is hell bent on one thing and one thing only... And that is to make you suffer. We're not here to sell posters... We're not here to flash T and A... We're not here to be tomboys, or girly girls, or girly bois, or boyish girls, or whatever in the hell way you want to put it... We're here to wrestle, and we're here to be the best damned wrestlers out there! Not the best FEMALE wrestlers, or the best, BOMBSHELLS... the best WRESTLERS! And do you know what that means for you newbies? We're here to do whatever it takes... WHAT EVER IT TAKES to defeat you."
She flicks her finger on the phone and swipes to footage taken of Odette Ryder's last match against Finesse Levon and she shakes her head slowly and sighs.
"I'm not saying that you don't have skills... Well, I have yet to truly find anything out about this Carly girl, but Odette, you have something there... But what you truly lack is the knowledge of what you're stepping into the ring against.Gothika is not just my tag team partner. She's held more Championships than you can dream of ever holding. Multiple time AWO Champion... AWO Champion... not just against women, but all superstars, multiple time AWO tag team Champion, multiple time AWO Diva's champion, multiple time EWE Women's Champion, multiple time EWE tag team champion, multiple time EWE Heavyweight champion, multiple time ECFW Diva's champion, multiple time ECFW tag team champion... and the list goes on from here. She's got a room... A ROOM in the dojo where she trained back in Detroit FILLED with cases... CASES of Championship belts... and she's already called home to have a new case put in place for these Bombshell tag team titles. THAT is true ambition and determination in the making!! That is hard work and desire culminating and amalgamating into the being of one truly bad ass individual, and pouring out in a display inside of the ring! Not only that, she's not even human!! She's got fangs, and drinks blood, and has a desire to spill every one of her opponents when she steps into the ring! So I hope you and your friend Carly there have alot of bandaids on hand... cause she's been so hungry lately... So very very hungry... And me... I'm not just the former Bombshell champion. I'm a woman possessed at this point with the desire for retribution! I'm a woman obsessed with getting back my Bombshell championship, and the one thing that's standing in my way come Sunday is going to be you and your tag team partner! And if that means that I have to steam roll over you to get another victory in my win column so I can get my hands on that lying, theiving, low down dirty snake, Misty, then just consider yourself gum on the pavement about to be stepped on... LITERALLY! Because once you experience Raynin's Way... you'll know EXACTLY what that feels like!”
She chuckles and she shakes her head, sighing softly.
"But then, something tells me that you’ll come to experience that feeling quite a bit now that you’re here in the Bombshell Division. You see… You’ve just had the unlucky bid to be the gold fish that got put in the great white shark tank. Or maybe to put it better, you’re the little white rabbits who got put out while a pack of hungry wolves are out on the prowl. And I’m one of the Alpha bitches who’s here to eat you alive!! And my tag team partner… hell, she’ll do it just on general purpose. But don’t worry… The Fallen will welcome you to the Bombshell Division in the proper manner… with a boot to the head.”
She holds out her arms and starts to walk away from the camera man. She turns around and salutes the camera as she calls out back to the camera…
“Welcome to the party girls!! the fun is just beginning!"
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Event: Climax Control... Sunday 05/20/2012
Venue: John Ascuaga's Nugget Casino Resort... Sparks, Nevada
Match: 1st ROUND BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT
Opponent: With Raynin, vs CARLY ATHENS AND ODETTE RYDER
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The Vampyric Angel won her match at London Brawling, taking down two of the up and coming female wrestlers with relative ease. But when she had to face a formidable pair in the Freakettes in a tag team match with her fellow Fallen Angel, things didn’t turn out quite as well. Now, she has to team with her friend and protege, the former Bombshell Champion, Raynin to face a new formidible pair in Odette Ryder and Carly Athens. The bubbly airhead, Felony Fontana, and the self proclaimed daredevel, Odette Ryder think that they've brought something new and fresh to the table, but will it be just another day at the office for Gothika and Raynin? Will the pair be able to freak out the Freakettes? Or will the freaks fly and clip the Angels wings? Let's see what things shall become...
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Time:. May 16, 2012... 10:30 PM...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... Gothika and Darknyss's apartment...
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The days had finally begun to warm as the rain stopped, and the humidity took the temperature to it's usual heights, but with a balminess and stickiness that's normally reserved only for rain forests and most of the state of Florida. And as hot and humid as the days are, the nights are just as bad. Everyone has gone from walking around with jackets and coats to being as naked as morally possible in the heat, and the Angels of the Fallen were no different.
She'd just finished training with her friend about an hour earlier at the gym of the apartment complex because it was closer than getting down to the Gold's gym, and she wasn't in the mood for signing autographs tonight. Also it was just too hot and she just didn’t want to spend a moment in a truck that had been baking in the afternoon sun all day. She knew that with what she was wearing, as soon as she sat down in the driver’s seat, she’d start to cook like a piece of fish in a hot pan. So instead, they’d packed their bags, jogged around the building to the work out room and hopped on the treadmills and elliptical trainers for a couple of hours before hitting the free weights and ending with a bit of yoga stretching, and then a dip in the pool to cool off. All in all, it was a decent work out that lasted for about five hours total. After getting back to the apartment, they’d taken showers and she’d been so ravenous. They’d gotten into the work out and had lost all track of time and it wasn’t until she’d hopped out of the shower that she’d noticed the time. All she wanted was a nice, quiet meal with her friends and time to think. She was standing in the kitchen of the apartment she shared with her friend, protege, and stablemate, Gothika, at the island that stands in the center of the room. She was obviously distracted, and her mind wasn’t quite on the vegetables she was chopping for the salad she was going to be sharing with the other stablemate, Raynin who was now in her room, using the shower and changing for dinner. Even so, the large chef’s knife she was using seemed to glide through the veggies with a mind all of it’s own. She’d spent some time in culinary arts training in an effort to please her mother who wanted to get her away from the then male dominated sport of wrestling in high school and college, and she’d actually gotten her certificate, so when it came to cooking, she’d get gold stars… Maybe not Mischelin stars, but really high marks for taste and originality.
She’d been thinking about what she was seeing develop in the two women she’d chosen to manage in the Sin City Wrestling. She’d had her own bouts with the darker side of wrestling… And by dark, I meant things you’d never think to have seen in a company of this side… It’s a lot easier to pull pranks and play mind games when you have a production crew who is gleeful about helping you throw someone’s mind into a tail spin, and the financial backing of the company’s owner in your back pocket. Here in the Sin City Wrestling, you wouldn’t see things like what she’d been able to do to people in the Alliance Wrestling Order. Though there were times she wondered just how Misty would fare having to watch as someone she cared about was tied and dangled over a volcano while she was forced to watch, then be handed the burning rope so she can try to pull them to safety. She wondered just how Misty would scream as she watched the rope break and that as person she loves tumbled down into the depths of the volcano, what would go through her mind… And then to be tossed in herself… What would flicker through her mind as she watched that flickering orange come closer and closer and closer… as she felt the heat… And even more… what would Misty think once she found out that the volcano was actually a fake filled with Orange Jell-o, and that the heat was coming from heaters that were set up to blow smoke and steam from the inside… These are things that she thought about sometimes as she saw what was building inside of them all.
She was chuckling to herself as she pictured Misty’s face after Raynin pushed her over the side of a Jell-o filled volcano, and it was at that moment… as she was chopping a carrot, that Gothika popped her head around the corner and said her name…
“Lady!”
And in that moment of being startled, the knife mistook her finger for carrot and slipped into the side like a hot knife through butter. She caught herself before she sent the knife too deep, but she cut deep enough for the blood to start to flow pretty easily. She gasps and swears.
“Ahh fuck me!! That knife is sharp!!”
She hadn’t even felt the knife at first. The blade had bitten into her skin so simply and easily that it was almost painless until after the knife was removed and the blood started to flow. She started looking around for her towel so she could staunch the blood flow, but she’d forgotten that she’d knocked it to the ground and she swore again as she held her finger up and tried to pinch off the flow with her other hand while she went for some paper towel and the first aid kit. It was then that she heard the low growl and she turned slowly towards her friend. She gasps at the look in her friend’s eyes and starts to back away slowly until she’s in the corner of the cabinets and can’t back up any further.
“Gothika? Are you alright?”
The look in Gothika’s eyes is one of pure hunger and desire for the red stuff. She licks her lips slowly and walks towards the island and her hand moves like a snake striking to wipe her fingers through the thick red droplets that had fallen onto the cutting board and the counter top. She held her hand up, the red starting to run down her fingers slowly and she growls softly again, her eyes having changed pretty quickly from their normal soft brown to the pale ice blue and her fangs descending quickly as she inhales the scent of the red on her fingers. She shakes her head slowly as she exhales with a sound of ecstasy.
“Of course I’m alright Lady… I’m just… so so hungry…”
She brings her fingers to her mouth and her tongue snakes out slowly and slides along the red stuff, a soft moan rumbling from deep in her throat as she tastes the life essence of her friend. She closes her eyes and trembles as she slides her fingers into her mouth to completely suck the red from her fingers. She licks a stray droplet from the corner of her lips and stands there with her eyes closed for a moment before opening them slowly and looking at her friend.
“Mmmmm… Lady… You taste good… Very sweet… but you need to add a fish oil tablet to you diet. Your iron is low.”
She walks to the sink and pulls off some paper towel and walks over to her friend, holding it out to her while Darknyss just stands there, almost cowering from her friend. Gothika chuckles and wiggles the paper towel in Darknyss’s face.
“Hello… Earth to Lady… Come on… Take the paper towel so I can go and get the first aid kit…."
Darknyss still doesn’t move, but instead frowns.
“Um… you do know that you just tasted my blood.”
Gothika nods slowly and lifts an eyebrow at her friend.
“Yes I do… and?”
Darknyss looks from the paper towel to her friend’s eyes which are still that pale blue color.
“You’ve never done that before… EVER! “
Gothika takes a deep breath and sighs, letting her hand drop for a bit before she walks over and places the paper towel over her friend’s cut. But she doesn’t miss the obvious flinch of Darknyss as she approaches her and she drops her eyes and sighs heavily.
“I’m sorry Lady! I told you… I’m hungry. We’ve worked out really hard trying to get ready for this Bombshell Tag Team Title match, and it’s taking a toll on my resources. We really want this. I really want this… I want to be able to get gold around my waist, and I didn’t think that I was gonna be able to do that until Raynin lost the Bombshell title… But this offers us an opportunity for us BOTH to have gold! And I am itching for the chance to have that title wrapped around my waist! We’re gonna do it! I can feel it! I can taste it just like I tasted your blood! I can smell it just as easily as I can smell your fear and tension right now. This is something that’s I’ve wanted since I’ve stepped into the ring! This is what I have been hoping and waiting for! And there’s no way in HELL I’m gonna let a couple of little youngin’s come in and steal my thunder!"
She inhales slowly and Darknyss can’t help but wrap the paper towel around her finger quickly to try and staunch the blood flow as soon as possible. Gothika turns around and reaches under the kitchen sink and pulls out a small medicine kit and places it on the counter. She chuckles and starts to pull out bandages and anti-biotic cream, then she stops and cocks her head to the side.
“You know, I can take care of that for you really easily… If you let me lick your hand clean, it’ll stop the blood flow, and I can use some of that special salve I got from Diamond to heal it up in two shakes. I swear… it won’t even leave a scar… It’s the same stuff we used on Raynin’s head the other night. It’s a part of my feeding kit...”
Darknyss shakes her head quickly.
“No… it’s alright. I can do it myself.”
Gothika frowns and holds her hands in the air and backs away from the first aid kit slowly.
“Okay… I understand. You’re still not one hundred percent cool with me drinking live red… But come on… you know the edge it gives me in the ring compared to the cold stuff.”
Darknyss starts to clean her wound with alcohol and peroxide, holding her hand over the sink and pouring the liquids down her finger over the cut, wincing slightly at the sting. She shakes her head and sighs softly.
“No, that’s not it. I could care less if you drink live… Hell, I could care less if you bled the whole Bombshell division dry. I say go for it! It might just be the kick in the pants that this bunch of rag tag barbie dolls needs to start to excite people again. I just don’t like the thought of you drinking live from me or Raynin.”
Darknyss stops pouring the peroxide on her hand and turns to the counter and picks up the bandages and starts to dab at the cut slowly and sighs heavily.
“You know I’ve seen the changes in you two. It’s just like when you went wild back in the day… Back when we could be ourselves and truly cut loose in the ring and not be stifled by having do deal with all of these same old same old matches. You know… just once, I’d love to see a tag team title match defended in something like a tornado tables, ladders, and chairs match, or hell, a triple cage match for that matter! Barbwire and bombshells!! What a match that would be! The ring ropes wrapped in barbed wires, and barbed wire wrapped gloves and bats on poles for use as weapons… do you have any idea how fun that would be?”
Gothika nods slowly as she breathes deeply and gets her fangs to retract, even though her eyes won’t turn back to their original brown.
“Yeah, I remember those days. The glory days of our youths. But you gotta remember, we’re not as young as we used to be. Hell, we’ve just gotten better. More refined, more settled in our desires to beat the high holy hell out of our opponents. And you’re not even in the ring anymore… I bet if it had been you and I in the ring instead of me and Raynin, Rock Rose would have thought twice about trying that choke slam shit. You could have powered her down in a second.”
Darknyss raises an eyebrow at her friend and takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
“What I don’t get is why you didn’t do it yourself. You’re stronger than I am, and yet you have been holding back these last few matches. Even when you got a win at the pay per view, you still held back, and you know you can’t be doing that… not during this tag team tournament. Not if you want to come out the winner you don’t.”
Gothika walks over to the stove and pulls out the grill pan from the rack overhead and sets it on the stove top with a slow, careful movement. She then walks to the spice rack on the counter and pulls out an array of herbs and spices and goes back to the counter where there are four large ribeye steaks resting under some aluminum foil and starts to dust the spices onto the meat. She shrugs slowly and looks over her shoulder and watches Darknyss watching her as she spreads anti-bacterial cream on her finger.
“I can’t help it Lady. I feel myself slipping again. The whole time Rock Rose had me in the air, all I could think about was wrapping myself around her arm, hitting the crook of her elbow so it folded, and latching onto her neck and taking a drink. I’m so hungry these days! It’s like every time I step into the ring, I can hear my opponents hearts beating faster. I can smell the adrenaline and the fear and the anticipation on them like a stench and it pushes me into this almost… FEEDING FRENZY!!! And it takes almost everything I have to stop myself from beating them senseless and pouncing on them like some kind of…”
She bites her lip and Darknyss wraps a couple of bright neon blue band-aids around her finger and lifts her eyebrow at her friend.
“Like a monster was what you were gonna say, wasn’t it Gothika?”
Gothika nods slowly and swallows audibly.
“I have had to stop myself so many times… I’ve given in over and over again, but this time… I’ve tried to be good. I swear, but the cold stuff, it just tastes so… so dead. So devoid of that special flavor. Even when I heat it in the microwave, it still just doesn’t taste the same. The spark is gone!”
Darknyss nods slowly and shrugs her shoulders and cocks her head to the side.
“Then don’t hold back anymore.”
Gothika lifts her eyebrows as she looks at her friend in shock.
“Wait… What are you saying Lady?”
Darknyss reaches into a drawer on the island and pulls out a pair of rubber gloves and slips them over her hands, snapping them into place as she smiles wickedly at her friend.
“I’m saying… You holding back is not doing anything for your winning of the matches. Do what you have to do. Be as ruthless and as cut throat as you need to be in the ring and trust me to stop you from going too far. That’s what I’m there for as your manager. I mean think about it… Odette Ryder and Carly Athens are alot like you and Raynin in many ways. You’re all ambitious, high energy, skilled… And of course, you and Raynin have alot of things that they don’t. Experience mostly… You both know each other a lot better than they do. You have worked together for a while now and you work together very well. Your skills compliment each others where Odette and Carly may end up trippin’ over each other’s feet. They’re both highly competitive, and will be vying with each other for the win. I can already tell that one. But… and this is a really big but... The one MOST IMPORTANT thing that your opponents at the up coming Climax Control this Sunday don’t have is ME in their corner.”
Gothika chuckles and shakes her head.
“Hell, they should be happy that you’re only outside of the ring and not inside of it. Have you seen how little those two girls are? We tower over them both! Plus we outweigh them by a clear fifty pounds, and you know all of it is sheer muscle.”
Gothika lifts her arm and flexes it and the lean cords of her bicep pop up into view. Darknyss chuckles and flexes her much larger arm beside hers and Gothika can’t help but laugh. While she’s laughing, Gothika’s eyes change back to their normal brown color and Darknyss settles down as the worry and tension flow out from her. Gothika slaps the countertop and smiles.
“So, what do you want to me to help you with so we can get this dinner going. I told you I was hungry!!”
Darknyss points to the steaks as she picks up the knife again.
“Well, put those on the grill and get them burning. You know how we do it… Mine on first for medium well, Raynin’s on 2 minutes later for medium rare, and yours 2 minutes later for still mooing. They all flip at the same time, and you take them off in reverse order at the same time limits. I’ll finish up this salad and the potatoes are already in the oven.”
Gothika chuckles as she starts putting the meat on the grill.
“Get along little doggie!!! Mooo!! Moo!!!”
The friends start to laugh just as Raynin comes shuffling into the room. She stops in the door and yawns a bit.
“What did I miss?”
Gothika and Darknyss look at one another and start to laugh harder as Darknyss reaches into the refrigerator and tosses Raynin a protein shake. She points at her with the tip of the knife and makes a serious face.
“You drink all of that! We have only 2 days to get you back up to fighting weight. No arguments.”
Raynin cracks the top on the can and sighs, then snaps to attention and salutes her.
“Yes Sir Ma’am Sir. “
Raynin starts to drink the shake with one hand, picks up the empty plates with the other and turns around and walks back out to the dining room to set the table. Darknyss looks from her to Gothika and sighs softly.
“I don’t know… maybe she can hold it together long enough for you two to advance through the tournament. Let’s see what happens.”
The pair go back to finishing dinner as the scene fades.
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