>>>>> RAYNIN RP <<<<< Event: Into The Void, Pay Per View... Sunday June 17, 2012
Venue: Earl Wilson Stadium ... Las Vegas, Nevada
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Things ended rather explosively at Climax Control as Weapon X got the Harkore Warriors disqualified by attacking The Rebellious One. It's questionable however whether he did it to save his partner or just out of forgetting that it was a Mixed Tag Team match. Though the Angels got some retribution when Gothika introduced Weapon X's family jewels to her knee. Viper has requested a match up for Into the Void between herself and Raynin to prove just who the top H.B.I.C. really is, and our resident G.I. Jane gladly accepted. But will Raynin's mental capacity hold out so she can get a victory? Or will her darker side take hold of her once again and cause some anarchy? Let's see what's going on now...
</iframe>“La víbora… The Viper… Wow... Sometimes, I just can't help but wonder why some people choose the names that they do. I don’t know… maybe you thought you sounded all dangerous and stuff cause you were named after a snake or something… But I’ll let you in on a secret. I did something most people don’t expect of a wrestler. I researched some things. Yes I did. I actually red something. And here’s what I did. I did a Wikipedia search on vipers and I came up with some very interesting information… 'During a bite or strike, the mouth can open nearly 180 degrees in angle’… I wonder… would that mean that you have a big mouth Viper? Part of me thinks that you do. You and your big lummox of a partner. I can’t BELIEVE he had the NERVE to hit me! HE HIT ME!! All to save your sorry ass from getting handed to you any worse than it already was! But at Into the Void, there will be no saving you. There will be no tag team partner to come in and rescue you from the beating that is coming your way. I will enjoy taking all of my frustrations out on you Viper! Every ounce of what has been welling up inside of me for the past month will explode over you in a wash of agony and intensity and it will be… GLORIOUS!!”
“But wait… that’s not all that I found out about the viper. 'A viper has a stocky build with a short tail, and, due to the location of the venom glands, a large triangular-shaped head distinct from the neck’ which personally I find very interesting and telling. I guess that means that you’ve got a big head Viper. You’ve let it get filled with your ego and so called ideals that you expect everyone else to think like you and want to be like you. You’ve filled your head with your own delusions of grandeur and frankly I find it rather sickening at times. You and your ego driven male counterpart have your heads so far up your own asses that you wouldn’t see the truth if it were staring you in the face… or maybe to term it frankly better… you wouldn’t see the truth if it were a snake and it had bit you. You want everyone to fit in these little boxes of good or bad… heel or face… that you wouldn’t know what to do or say about someone like me. I’m not a face honey. I’m not some good girl, pig tail wearing, school girl outfit sporting, lollipop sucking, bubbly, hyperactive piece of fluff who goes out there simply to entice the men with her goodies and cookies. Nor am I a heel. I’m not a rule breakin’, not giving a care, out there just to hurt somebody, nasty attitude waving… wait… I think I just described Misty right now. HA!! Yeah, so I’m not like MIsty. I’m not an entirely bad person… I believe in justice, right and wrong, I believe in following the rules… well, when those rules themselves aren’t contradictory to what I feel is right and wrong. I’m not entirely good either though. I’m not a goodie goodie… I don’t tow the line and follow the rules indiscriminately. I don’t do the whole 'ostrich with my head in the sand’ routine when it comes to others being treated unfairly though. I speak my mind, and I could give less than a damn about what others may think about what I say. I fight for myself, and for those I care about. I’m no champion of justice like what you and your husband go around spewing that you are… but I am definitely Champion material. I don’t try to force my ideals on others… So what if I can’t fight the men in this company to try and get my hands on the World Championship. While I think it would be awesome to get that chance… According to Darknyss, there’s no way in hell that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood are gonna change their minds about that stipulation. Darknyss could wrestle circles around Nick Jones… She could whoop Mark’s ass with one hand tied behind her back… I think when she was in GXW she actually DID whoop Mark Ward’s ass with one hand tied behind her back once… I’d have to pull out the tapes to see if that match was a dark match or not… Anyways… This is something that’s been in place in every company these men have ran… Do you truly think that just because you protest it that it will make it so? Hell NO it won’t happen! You just deal with it! And you do like the rest of us, and you find your male bashing kicks else where… But one thing I can tell you is this… After your husband’s little quote, unquote, ‘mishap’ and putting his hands on me… What you HAVE done is put the Fallen on your radar! You can ask Misty and Kittie about this… When you’re on our list, you have a target the size of the country of Brazil smack dab on your chest, And we’re like wolves on a bone, hunting you down. Everything will start at Into the Void… and it won’t end until we’ve made your lives living hells… Or… We decide that you’re alight in our book and you get a pass. But for now… you’re our prey, and we’ve got your scent."
She chuckles and pulls out her iPhone and starts to scroll through some things she’s got in a note pad. As she’s looking, the whistling sound starts to get louder and louder and she shakes her head, trying to block out the sound as she starts to talk again.
“Alright… here’s more stuff that I found out… So, apparently… 'vipers often appear rather sluggish compared to other snakes.’ I hate to say it, compared to me and my friends, you appeared rather sluggish in the ring too Viper. I don’t know if it was because you had a heavy lunch… Or you weren’t feeling up to par… or you were just feeling lazy that day and expected for Weapon X to do your heavy lifting for you and take out that idiot, Jamie Staggs for you to get the win… Or maybe you just underestimated me. Maybe you thought that I’d be one of those little cookie cutter Barbie Doll chicks that are gracing the Sin City Wrestling’s Bombshell Division. I swear… they all look the same, act the same, and are all annoying as hell! When they talk, all I hear is blah blah blah, sex, blah blah blah, drugs, blah blah blah, alcohol, blah blah blah, my boyfriend… wah wah wah… my motorbike… yackety smackety… you’re ugly… rabble rabble rabble… I’m pretty… whine whine whine… you suck... I mean come on!! Use a little bit of creativity here people!! I’ll give you credit though Viper… you and your husband are truly single minded and focused individuals, but that will end up being your detriment."
As the whistling gets louder, it's coupled with a sibilant hiss and she sticks her fingers in her ears as she continues to speak.
"I also found out that 'The viper snake is very colorful and robust. The viper snake in the rain forest lives in wet places and also in mountains in small caves. Their bright colors in their skin help them survive.
The viper snake reproduces by the male following the female until the female lets him copulate with her.
' Does that means that you hide behind your man and your tag team titles. I wonder if you have the skills necessary to truly step out there when faced one on one... Or will you need Weapon X to save you once more when you see that your abilities just aren't up to par with getting a win. You hide yourself behind the flash and glitter and glam, but deep down, you're weak, your fearful, and you need to have your man at your side to help you do anything... I can stand on my own two feet. I can take you down... and I will take you down down down..."
Suddenly she sits forward and yells out...
"KILL BILL!!!"
Everyone in the car jumps and shrieks and Darknyss starts to swerve the truck in a wild serpentine motion as she's been frightened by Raynin's wild outburst. She turns around in the seat and frowns, looking at Raynin confused.
"What the hell?!! Have you lost your damned mind girl?!!"
Raynin scratches her head and sighs softly.
"I don't know... I think I may have... but I remembered the song playing in my head..."
She sits back in the seat and starts to whistle along with the song as the sibilant voice laughs evilly in her mind...
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>>>>> GOTHIKA RP <<<<<
Event: Into The Void, Pay Per View... Sunday June 17, 2012...
Venue: Earl Wilson Stadium ... Las Vegas, Nevada...
Match: SCW Bombshell Free For All...
Opponent: Vs Veronica Taylor Vs Brooklyn Carter Vs Angelica Vs Kittie Vs Trish Newborn Vs Bianca Solderini Vs Rock Rose Vs Felony Fontana Vs Karina Koji<hr size=1 color=darkred><hr size=1 color=darkred>
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The Vampyric Angel certainly made an impact at Climax Control when she connected to a knee to the lower extremities of Weapon X after he executed an unwarranted attack on her partner Raynin in their Mixed Tag Team match. Now the Angel of Blood has a chance to win whatever is inside of this briefcase as she takes place in the Bomshell Free For All. She's been jumping through the management's hoops since she stepped foot in the company, and now she's got the feeling that this is another hoop for the Bombshells to jump through. But it is a chance for her to flex her muscles before she moves onto the King of the Death Match pay per view for the BACW to try to get the shot at the NWA World Hardcore Champion and bring the title to the Sin City Wrestling. What kind of carnage will she bring to the females of the SCW during this matchup? Let's find out...
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Time:. June 6, 2012... 10:30 PM...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... Gothika and Darknyss's apartment...
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She just couldn't take it any longer... She'd been a good girl, trying not to let on to Raynin's Grandparents about her true nature. She'd smiled and watched soccer with El Jefe... She'd eaten every plate of sopapillas that was put in front of her by Raynin's Grandmother. Shed put up with Raynin's crazy antics as she was staying with her and Darknyss while her Grandparents were visiting. But she'd reached her limit. She'd gone this whole time without one drop of the red stuff, and it was driving her up the wall. It had been almost three whole weeks since she'd tasted that small drop that she'd gotten when Darknyss had cut her hand, and all she could think about was getting more... More... MORE!!!...
It completely was invading her senses. She could smell underneath everyone's skin. She could hear the thumping of it pumping through their veins. She could see the veins moving, and track the motion without even a flick of her eyes. She could taste the adrenaline that was coursing through their veins and she knew that it would only take one tiny nip to send it shooting down her throat . That slightly metallic taste like pennies being held against her tongue coupled with the rich salty sweetness... For others it would seem like the grossest thing in the world. But for her... the taste of of the red is an almost orgasmic ecstasy. It's bittersweet for her though, as she knows others look on her as a freak or a monster. But when she has her lips wrapped around someone's throat and the red is streaming, thick and live and intensely energized, she doesn't give two shakes of a fleas ass on a rat's tail about what anyone thinks.
Tonight the need, was just too strong... the desire was just too great for her to withstand. She just had to find herself just a little bit... just a taste of the red to satisfy the hunger that was building in her belly. It didn't matter how much regular food she ate, it felt like her gut was always empty. Even after demolishing what felt like a whole cow's worth of steak, her stomach would rumble and growl as if she'd been starving for a year and a half. The dark circles were growing around her eyes, and she felt like she simply couldn't retract her fangs. She'd gotten irritable, snapping at the smallest of slights, and the tiniest of indiscretions. She'd sat there watching as everyone was sitting around the living room, watching as Raynin tried to teach El Jefe how to play Halo 3 on Darknyss’s X-box, and laughing as he ended up running around in a circle until someone came and just popped him off with a bullet in the back of the head, even while he keeps talking the heaviest of shit like he was a sniper specialist.
"¡Maldita sea! How do I stop myself from doing this Rayniña? All I wanna do is find and shoot that pendejo for shooting at me! I'm comin' for you cabrón! Don't think I won't find you!!... Well... Eventually..."
Her Grandmother leaned over and smacked him on the butt and pointed at the television.
"You couldn't even run three feet, let alone hit the broad side of a barn in this game! How in the hell do you expect to do anything but be a good target?"
Raynin chuckles and shakes her head as she’s playing the group mission with him using her lap top. She whoops happily as she uses her position to take out the player that had shot her Grandfather in the head.
"Don't worry El Jefe... No one escapes my sights. I got him for ya'."
El Jefe shakes his head and chuckles as they prepare for the next round.
"I know nieta preciosa... But I want to get them for my own. Venganza es más dulce cuando se repartió por su propia mano. Vengence is sweetest when dished by your own hand. You know that."
Raynin nods and sighs soflty.
"I know Abuelo. I know."
She finally could take no more of it all and she pops up from the chair where she’s been sitting and growls softly.
“I need some air. I’m going out.”
Raynin looks over her shoulder at Gothika as she walks to the closet and grabs her black trench coat and her motorcycle helmet and frowns slightly.
“Are you alright? We can stop playing if it’s bothering you.”
Her Grandfather shakes his head and harrumphs loudly.
“What? Oh hell no we’re not stopping until I figure out how to run in a straight line! Gothika will be fine. She’s a big girl and can take care of herself.”
Raynin looks from her Grandfather to Gothika who sighs heavily as she slips her arms into the leather of the coat.
“Don’t worry about me Raynin. El Jefe is right. I’ll be just fine. I’m just feeling… peckish and need some alone time.
Raynin looks to Darknyss who just shakes her head and lifts a hand to Gothika, tossing her the keys she’d left on the coffee table and waving.
“Don’t stay out too late. El Jefe and I have worked out some training for your free for all match and it starts bright and early in the morning.”
Gothika nods slowly and opens the door and walks out of the apartment, letting the door close a bit loudly before she locks it and walks towards the elevator slowly as she talks to herself.
“Lady understands what’s going on with me. We’ve been friends for years now… almost ten to be exact. She can tell when I’m upset, when something’s bothering me… Or even when I’m just plain hungry. And now… Right now I’m EXTREMELY hungry!! Hell, if we were in the free for all right now, I’d probably be sinking my teeth into one of my opponent’s necks right now!”
She looks down at her hands as she strolls towards the elevator and slides to a stop beside it, her black leather trench coat sweeping open a bit to reveal the black leather pants and black lace bustier she’s got on underneath the black button down shirt she’s got open to the last three buttons. Her black lug bottomed leather boots are tapping slowly in a rather irritated fashion as she waits for the slow elevator. She sighs heavily and reaches in her pocket, pulling out her leather fingerless gloves and pulling them on slowly.
“So, this match I’ve got is going to be pretty interesting. I’ve got all different types I’ve got the two stuck up wannabes in the Mean Girls… Who are truthfully all bark and no bite. I mean, all they have to say is how ugly the rest of the Bombshells are. It’s all ‘bitch this, and bitch that’ and truth be told, I can’t wait to stick my foot so far down their throats that they’re belching shoe leather for a week just to shut them up. It’s gonna be fun tossing them around like a couple of rag dolls during this match. I’ve got a Darkk Sisters wannabes in Rock Rose and Felony Fontana… And let’s just face it… Those two have nothing on Darknyss and her little sister, DarkChyld. The only thing Rock Rose has on Darknyss is what, two inches and about forty pounds. I swear, the only reasons why they got a win over Raynin and myself is because of the interference of the so called Bombshell Champion. I mean let’s face it… Being a powerhouse means nothing if you don’t have the speed, skill and control to back it up. And all Rock Rose is, is just pent up energy in a lumbering shell. It’s like watching a giant chasing after a bee out there. She’s only deadly if she can get her hands on you… But me… I’ve got the power she’s got and then some… and all in a svelte frame with speed to back it up. I can dance circles around her and still drop her with a clothesline from hell. Let’s see… who’s next… I’ve got Trish Newborn and Bianca Solderini, who, I hate to say it got the attention of the Angels with words instead of actions. I hate cookie cutter females, and these two… They’re about as cookie cutter as you can get… well, besides the Mean Girls. I’ve got a doped up pot head in Brooklyn Carter. I swear, that woman just knows how to rub me the wrong way. Always has and always will. I wonder if she’s still trying to blame us for her long absence. I hope she at least laid off the smoking while she was off healing or her skills will be just as bad as they were before she got taken out. Then there’s Karina Koji… That one is going to be alot of fun. Because not only will I get the chance to take out Karina, but come June thirtieth, I get my hands on Aleski as well at the King of the Death Match pay per view. Let’s just hope she’ll be as much competition as facing her… whatever he is to her. I must admit… she’s as nutty as a fruit cake… But there’s nothing wrong with that. We all have a few screws loose sometimes. And then there’s Kittie… the so called Bad ole puddytat…"
As soon as she says this, the elevator doors open and she steps into them, pushing the button for the garage level. As the car starts to descend through the floors, Gothika continues talking about her opponents.
“I think the biggest competition that I’m going to have in this match is going to be Kittie. Basically because she has the most to prove to me. I know she’s pissed off because of the attack that the Fallen did when Raynin won the Bombshell Championship off of her. She’s blamed everyone about it but herself. She wants to say that everyone caused her to lose the match… except for her. But deep down, she’s afraid. She’s afraid of just simply not being good enough anymore. She feels put out about the fact that she’s not getting considered for the Bombshell Championship anymore. Well honey get used to it. It’s a fact of life that you have to be in it to win it, and let’s face it… your head hasn’t quite been in the game recently. What do you think has gotten Raynin knocked down from the top of the mountain? And not just the conspiracy she thinks is going on in the SCW… It’s cause she’s letting her inner demons get the best of her. Hell, I personally say, don’t fight those demons… Embrace them.”
She steps off of the elevator and walks out into the attached parking structure, headed off into the darkened areas with a slow confident stride.
“You know, I have to say this and it’s the truth. One of the reasons why I can be so nonchalant about whether or not I’m chosen to be the head of the Bombshell Division is because truth be told… I’ve been there… I’ve done that… And it’s not my driving force. Everyone’s so all up in arms about just what might be in the briefcase… They think it’s definitely going to be an e-ticket to the number one contender’s spot for the Bombshell Division… But wouldn’t it be just so fuckin’ funny if it was nothing but a Willy Wonka bar? Everyone’s clambering all over themselves about wanting to be the Bombshell Champion… Hell, all I want to do is get my hands on some opponents so I can beat the living day lights out of them. Haven’t you realized that by now? It’s why I’m so cool and collected. Kittie, you let your craziness rule you… I simply just enjoy my crazy.”
She takes a deep breath and she stops in front of a large tarp that’s draped over three humps. She pulls her keys our of her pocket and crouches down and opens a lock on one corner of the tarp, then opens the lock on a large chain. She flips back the tarp and reveals a row of motorcycles. The one on the end is a black and silver Kawasaki Katana eleven hundred, ZX. It’s been shined to perfection and it glitters under the lights in the parking garage. She smiles softly and reaches out with her gloved hand to stroke the handlebar like the caress of a lover.
“Bonjour mon amour. C'est juste moi. Irons-nous pour un tour? ( Hello my love. It's just me. Shall we go for a ride? )”
She slips the chain back underneath the bike and pushes it forward before securing the tarp back in place and slips her helmet onto the handle bar and grins as she swings her leg over the seat of the motorcycle.
“Bet you didn’t know I spoke french huh. There’s alot you didn’t know about me. I bet you didn’t know I’m half french Canadian and half black. I bet you didn’t know that I’m more than just a little bit crazy too. Only different is, I’ve embraced my crazy. Bet you didn’t know I have a little sister who reminds me quite a bit of you Kittie. She’s a littlte spoiled princess too. The apple of my father’s eye while I was the forgotten half sister whose mother was just a passing flame, even though I’m the oldest. I was despised and ridiculed by my father… cast aside to be considered number two to my little sister… Who in the end, wound up being number two. You see… I did to my little sister the exact same thing I did to you at Blaze of Glory, and the exact same thing that I’m going to do to you and all of the other spoiled little princesses in this match… Every time she felt a little bit froggish… I whooped her ass and knocked her back into her place. And while back then, I did it and won Championships… In the SCW, I’m doing it just for the hell of it. If I get a shot at the Bombshell Championship… oh well… bonus. If not and all I get is a chocolate bar… that’s a score too. I love chocolate. But either way, it’s just icing on top of the cake. The true fun for me is just in getting my hands on so many Bombshells at one time and putting the fear of the Angels into them."
She puts her key in the ignition and turns it, gunning the engine as it roars to life. She picks up her helmet and sits there, holding it for a moment.
“There’s alot about me that most people don’t know… One thing is this… the way I became a vampyre. Who knows… I might tell the story… It’s one of pain… tragedy… and blood… lots and lots of blood… I might not. But this I do know… I’m not some little twilight readin’, true blood watchin’, Edward versus whatever the other guy’s name was kid who’s just out here playin’ at being a monster. I’m the real fuckin’ deal. I’m the type who will rip your throat out and fingerpaint with your blood just because I thought it was a pretty color. In the ring, I’m even worse. Because it’s not about winning for me. It’s about inflicting the pain I want to cause upon your body and relishing your screams. I will become your worst nightmare… And I will revel in your agony and despair.”
She slips on her helmet and guns the bike again, burning rubber for a moment before taking off into the night as the scene fades out.
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