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
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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 7, 2012… 2:30 AM
Place: Just Outside of Las Vegas, Nevada... Specific Location... Unknown...
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The moon has been shrouded in clouds for most of the night, keeping her light for herself But the night wind has been warm and very persistent. It’s finally blown the clouds from the the face of the glowing orb and her cool light is bathing the scene, casting shadows where she may. The angle of the light makes those shadows long and ominous, so what would be the shadow of a tree in daylight looks like the outstretched hand of some strange and foreboding giant, the shadow of a lamp post looks like the claws of a monstrous beast, and the shadow of some drunken pedestrian stumbling down the street looks like the shadow of Jack the Ripper, heading out to carry out some nefarious and fiendish plot. She’s found herself in a deserted playground. She’s still not one hundred percent how she ended up here. All she remembers is the hissing, the clawing, the feel of the red as it first bursts into her mouth and the sweet ecstasy that comes with it, followed by the frantic scampering and fleeing as she tries to get away unnoticed.
Something brought her to this park. She's sitting on the swings, slowly rocking back and forth as the chain squeaks at her movements. Her face is a partial mask of gore and blood. She has streaks going up one side of her face, and it covers the lower half of her face from nose down her throat. In her hands, she's holding a locket with the pictures of two little girls in it. She's softly singing a song that's whispering on the warm wind of the night.
'Two little princesses dancing in a row
Spinning faster and faster on their little toes.
where will they float to, nobody knows.
Two little princesses dancing in a row
Spinning faster and faster on their little toes.
where will they float to, nobody knows.'
She keeps repeating the song over and over again as she keeps rocking back and forth in the swing. She slides her finger over the locket as she looks down at it with a far off, distant look in her eyes.
"Elizah... My little sister. My little spitfire. How did we end up in such totally different places? I never meant for us to be pulled apart like this. We were thick as theives. I promised you I wouldn't let the old man come between us..."
She thinks back to the day her father kicked her out of the house in Quebec. Elizah's mother had her around the waist while their father had Gothika around the waist, and they were pulling the girls apart as they kicked and screamed, holding onto each other's forearms. But there was nothing she could do. Her grip on Elizah was slipping... her hands slid down to her wrists... then to her fingertips. She rememered looking in Elizah's eyes and promising her she'd never let her go and then suddenly, she was being carried out of the house by her father and was dumped in the street. Her father ran back to the house and slammed the door before she could follow and left her there, banging on the door trying to get let back in.
The image left her like a flash and she is suddenly looking around in shock at her surroundings.
"Damn it! I did it again! It was that spell! After I was turned, Morganna did a spell to take away my memories of what happened. But this spell that had me accept everything... I bet that broke through the memory barrier. Shit! No wonder I've been so hungry for the red. What else is it going to make me do? How will I react during my matches? Well, no matter what, I will gain control. I must. Or else someone else will end up being bitten, and I will drain them. Maybe it'll be one of my opponents during the Free for all... maybe during the tournament. Who knows..."
Just then, she sees the lights of a security car pulling up to the park where she's sitting. She swears lightly under her breath and runs off as the sounds of the song she's singing ring out into the night.
'Two little princesses dancing in a row
Spinning faster and faster on their little toes.
where will they float to, nobody knows.
Two little princesses dancing in a row
Spinning faster and faster on their little toes.
where will they float to, nobody knows.'
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Time: June 13, 2011... 7:15 AM
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... Inside Club Rush... At the Bar...
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She sat there at the bar in the center of the club, surrounded by the press of flesh. She looked down at the note in her hand and re-read the few lines written in unrecognized handwriting over and over again, just trying to process what she was seeing. Just five lines scrawled on a slip of paper and tucked in an envelope and stuck in her mailbox... It reads, 'I know who you are. I know what you are, or what you THINK you are. Meet me at Club Rush. Tonight, Eleven thirty, VIP room. Ask for Devina at the bar, come alone.' That was all it took to send her into a panic as soon as she'd gotten this note.
She's holding the straw for her drink in her hand, and is stirring the club soda with grenadine slowly. She looks at the note again and chews on her lip gently before she folds the note back up and slips it into her pocket. She takes a sip before she mutters under her breath.
"Talk about sounding ominous. I wonder who this Devina person might be. Gianni DiLuca is a party type, and with this being a club, it could be some kind of a setup. He could have hired someone to try and take me out before our match. Maybe he thinks that I should be an easy match for him, and wants to make that happen. Regardless of what happens tonight, there's no way in HELL I'm gonna let this be some coast match. I got into this tournament because I was promised there
would be blood. So just get your band-aids and bandages ready Gianni because you better believe you won't be coming out of this match unschathed. I got into this tournament because I was promised the difficulty level would be high on the scale... I was told it would be like an ultimate challenge... And like my friends and I have said before... We thrive on challenges. I thirve on challenges. The more difficult the match, the more explosive we become. So something like this is right up my alley. I was told that tournament was going to be electrifying. Like a strike of lightning hitting a transformer on one of the large high tension wire towers. Like a ten on the richter scale, I was promised this would be an earth shattering, ground breaking, amazing spectacle... A treat for all ages. With me
being the only female in this sausage fest of a tournament, you better believe I'll be put to the test. But I've always done well with tests. Especially in situations like these. I've always succeeded and overachieved, and I don't plan on disappointing. So if that is some skank bimbo Gianni has set up to try to be my downfall, she's in for a very rude awakening, just like Gianni will have at the pay per view."
She thinks back to that morning, and her reactions to receiving the note.
The trio of the Angels had been sitting around the table that morning, eating breakfast and discussing what training they were going to do for their upcoming matches. Her King of the Death Match Tournament matches in particular were a big topic for discussion. They'd been eating their respective breakfasts, still sitting in their pajamas. Darknyss is in a blue and cream striped satin button-down sleepshirt that hangs to her knees. She's wearing a pair of cream colored satin mules as she shuffles around the kitchen, preparing a pot of coffee before she sits down at the table. Her hair is hanging down around her shoulders looking tousseled and she's repeatedly yawning and rubbing her eyes as she munches on a bowl of diced melon and sips on a home made pineapple and mango protein smoothie. She lifts her eyebrow as she looks around the table at her friends and picks up a spoon and hands it to Raynin.
Raynin is wearing a black canvas camisole with a pair of dark blue basketball shorts. Her feet are covered in a pair of white mid calf athletic socks, and she's got her hair pulled back in a loose braid. She's got a bowl of honey nut cheerios, a half of a grapefruit, and a plate with two of her grandmother's breakfast tacos in front of her. She's sipping a glass of apple juice as she looks around sleepily. She takes the spoon from Darknyss and thanks her sleepily as she puts the spoon in her bowl of cereal and munches a bite before she picks up a napkin and hands it to Gothika.
Of the three of them, the only one who seemed to be truly alert was Gothika. She's wearing a black ribbed tank top and a pair of black and red plaid boxers. Her feet are bare, and the blood red polish on her toes winks as it catches the light from the overheads. Her hair is pulled back in a tight frenchbraid, and her eyes are sparkling brightly as one is still brown, but the other is that eerie light blue color. Gothika takes the napkin from Raynin's hand and wipes ehr mouth off as she chews slowly. She looks down at her plate and takes a deep breath as she compares her breaksfast to her friend's breakfasts. Her plate has a huge sixteen ounce ribeye steak that's so rare, it's still mooing, but with an outside crust that's been seared to perfection. The... well, let's just call them juices... from the meat are alomst pouring from the slice she's made, almost as if she'd just cut the piece of meat fresh from the cow. On a plate beside the steak is a plate of scrambled eggs, and a few slices of toast that's still warm from the oven and covered in butter. She pulls off a piece of the toast and dips it in the thick red juices coming from the steak, letting the bread soak up the juices before she pops it in her mouth, chewing slowly. She sighs as she picks up her knife and cuts another piece of her steak, popping the still red and dripping meat into her mouth with a chuckle.
"Aahh, the breakfasts of champions. You guys look wasted. You look worse than you looked after we had that crazy night in Kalamazoo. See, this is why I went to sleep instead of staying up to play Halo with you guys and El Jefe. What time did you actually get to bed last night?"
The coffee pot sounds to let them know that the pot is done and the others groan tiredly. Gothika gets up and pulls down a bunch of mugs from the cabinet and puts a few on the table and brings over the pot of coffee along with the cream and sugar. Gothika returns to the cabinets and grabsa goblet and moves to the fridge as Darknyss picks up a mug and the coffee pot and yawns as she pours a cup and slides it to Raynin, then picks up another mug and pours herself some and stirs in some cream and sugar, and takes a sip.
"I think it was about two something. El Jefe finally got the hang of Halo Three and just insisted on all of us playing group missions until we paid back every person who popped him off with a headshot. And he didn't want to stop but I told him we had training this morning."
Raynin puts down her spoon and picks up the coffee, taking a sip of it while it's still hot and sighs softly as she rubs her eyes.
"Now you see why I normally just sit back and let him do what he wants and nap. If you hadn't let him drag us into the group mission thing, then we'd have been in bed well before midnight."
Gothika comes back from the refridgerator, sipping from her glass and sets a decanter filled with thick red stuff on the table beside her glass. She licks her lips, then reaches up with her finger to catch a droplet that had escaped the corner and slips it into her mouth. She picks up her knife and fork and stops as the entire room gets silent. She looks up at Raynin and Darknyss who are watching her closely.
"What?"
Darknyss sets her cup down and points at the glass Gothika just set down on the table.
"Do you have to drink that stuff in front of us?"
Gothika looks at her glass and runs her finger along the inside rim of the glass, geting a large droplet of the thick red liquid and slips her finger between her lips and sucks on it gently, pulling it out with a soft slurping sound.
"You know I need it. I don't know why it's such a big problem."
Raynin drops her spoon in her bowl with a loud clatter and pushes back from the table a bit.
"We know you need it, we just don't want to have to watch you drinking it... at the table... while we're eating."
She lifts the glass and takes another sip, licking her lips gently.
"I don't complain about some of the things you guys eat. I don't say a word when you eat okra Lady, or when you pull out that habanero salsa Raynin. Besides... those are things you just like. This is a necessity for me."
She picks up the decanter and pours more of the thick red liquid in the glass and takes a huge gulp, swallowing it slowly. Darknyss makes a face and looks away before she replies.
"Yeah, but what you're drinking is... well... it's..."
Gothika shrugs and interrupts her mid sentence.
"If it weirds you out so much, just imagine it's clamato juice. That's what everyone else did."
Raynin shakes her head and frowns.
"But it's not. And we know it's not. We know exactly what it is, which is why it freaks us out to have you doing it while we're eating."
Gothika leans forward and starts to cut her meat and picks up a bite on her fork.
"I've gone for so long without taking a drink. I've held back while your grandparents were here Raynin. It's gotten to the point where I actually attacked someone and fed live... Don't you see? When I don't get a drink, I start to lose control. This isn't going anywhere! I am who I am. I am what I am. And you have to either bury your head in the sand about it or deal. I am trying to be discreet about it and only drink when your grandparents are asleep or out of the house, but I'm not going to hold back any longer. I have a couple of humongous matches in front of me, and I want to win. Plain and simple, I want to win and will win. I'll start with the Bombshell Free For All in the SCW, then I'll move onto the king of the Death Match Tournament. I have a shot at gold if I win the tournament, and I have something special if I win the Bombshell Free For All... or at least, that's what Mark Ward says. It's something that will propel the winner up the ranks of the SCW!"
She shoves the piece of meat in her mouth and chews slowly. She sees Raynin and Darknyss staring at her and she shakes her head and starts to cut up all of her meat, then picks up her glass and pours it over her steak. Darknyss and Raynin both make disgusted faces and groans and push back from the table farther as Gothika stands and picks up the decanter and glass.
"There... just like ketchup now."
She sets the glass in the sink and walks over to the refridgerator and sets the decanter almost empty in the back of the top shelf. She comes back and sits and picks up her fork and spears a piece of meat and puts it in her mouth chewing slowly.
"You know... I have supported the both of you through all of your collective bullshit. I've been the quiet stoic one who has had your backs through everything... EVERYTHING!! Hell, from what Morganna says, my sudden need and craving for the red stuff happened because of the spell we did to try and help you out Raynin. The least you guys can do is try to be a little supportive of this. If a little bit of red can help me go against nine other females, then make it through a tournament with seventeen other males all in one night, then I'm going to do what I have to do!"
The others pick up their plates and bowls and put them in the sink and Gothika sits there, looking at her plate. She picks up another piece of meat and puts it in her mouth, chewing slowly. She swallows and lifts her napkin to her lips.
"I'm not saying you have to like go out and hunt with me, or sending you down to the bank to pick me up a couple of bags... I just don't want to to hide who and what I am. Not around you two. And especially not here in my own home damn it!"
She brings her fists down on the table loudly and the others jump, surprised at the sound. Gothika sighs and brings another piece of meat to her mouth and chews slowly. Darknyss comes back to the table and sits slowly.
"You're right. We both have no right to judge you or what you have to go through every day. It's just... well... it's just that you're drinking... well..."
Gothika holds up her hand and nods slowly.
"I know it's intense every time you have to see me drink. But I have a truly big match in this Free For All. I have at least three women who are gunning for me in this match, one of whom can't keep it straight just who's in the match casue she's so tweeked out on weed. I have the mean girls who are gunning for me cause I know they view me as a threat. I have an insane woman who would love nothing more than to use me as an example for taking you out Raynin, and that's just he beginning of my predicament. I also have a King of the Death match Tournament to prepare for. It's all going to be fought in one night. I'm the only female in this match. Do you know what that means? It means that seventeen men are going to be looking for me to fuck up. It means that I'm the true underdog in both of these matches. I'm the one who's going to have to have the biggest bite to go with my little bark so to speak. I know I've competed with most of these women, and against some men in the past, but it's been what... three years since I've faced a male in a match that wasn't during training. And we all know that there's a big difference between fighting a man and fighting another woman."
Raynin chuckles and nods.
"Yeah, fighting a guy you have to worry about being felt up half of the time."
Gothika chuckles and shrugs.
"Well, there's that too... And that just might happen in the Free For All too. Angelica's in it and from what I've heard, she'll go after just about anything."
Darknyss holds up a finger.
"Oooh, oohh! And there's no hair flying all over the place."
Gothika chuckles and smirks.
"Well, there is with some of these guys out here. I swear, they're as bad as some of the chicks we face. But that's not what I'm talking about. It's the intensity factor. Men just expect for us women to not be as intense. They expect for us not to be as strong or as determined. So until the first strike is made, and they realize, 'hey, this bitch is here to take me out for real!' they tend to be a little bit more timid about coming at us. But once the realization sinks in, they feel like they have to go overboard to try and prove that they're the man. So I have to adjust my fighting style to match. Some of these guys are huge! And while I'm stronger than most females, I know that alot of the things I normally do in the ring won't work. I have to be fluid... like water. Flexible like a reed, yet strong as an ox all in one package. I have to be adaptable because each of these men has a different fighting style. Hell, have of the guys in this match come from the SCW, and they for damned sure aren't about to be too happy when a female takes them out. I've been watching the other guys from BACW too... They're all good competitors... Hell, even Jamie Staggs has been tryin to step up his game for this match. But in the end, I know I'll be underestimated because I'm from the SCW, then treated like a second class citizen cause I'm a female."
She spears another piece of meat and chews slowly as Raynin top off her coffee and sits at the table beside Darknyss and sips her coffee.
"Then what are you gonna do?"
Gothika spears the last piece of meat and winks at her friend as she pops it in her mouth and chews. She swallows and picks up her glass and drains it of the last of the red stuff and licks her lips.
"I'm gonna do what I always do. I'm gona go out there and wow the crowd. I'm going to whoop ass and take names. I'm going to rip through this Free for all and this tournament like wild fire, and I'll start the fire by taking out all nine other women at Into the Voide, then continue on my hot streak by taking out Gianni DiLuca. Gianni views me as just a small bump in the road through the tournament, but I'm not a small bump. I'm a fucking dead end sign on a brick wall covering his road. I'm hungry... so very hungry."
She picks up a piece of bread and wipes it though the last few dregs of red stuff on her plate and pops it in her mouth, moaning softly as she closes her eyes to the taste that's flowing into her mouth.
"My hunger goes deeper than that of a need for food. It goes into a need for inflicting pain. Gianni DiLuca is too hung up with his own face. He's afraid of truly getting hurt. He's afraid of someone taking away from him the one thing that he considers his money maker... his face. And he has good reason to worry. Because I was promised that there would be blood in this tournament. I was promised carnage. I was promised that this would be a chance to take things to a new level for me and my career. Do you know that if I win this tournament that I'll have a shot at the NEWA Hardcore Championship Title? Do you know how amazing that would be? To have free reign to do whatever I wanted in a match... to not be confined by the rules of a normal match... to truly be what I was meant to be in the ring... To be a monster through and through and beat the living day lights out of people... It would be so glorious. And it will al begin with the sacrice of Gianni DiLuca."
She stands and puts her plate and glass in the sink and turns on the hot water just as Raynin's Grandparents come walking through the doorway from the spare bedroom. El Jefe is playing grab ass wtih his wife and she's giggling like a school girl. Raynin gasps and covers her eyes.
"Abuelo!! Abuela!! Have you no shame?"
El Jefe kisses his wife soundly and grins at his granddaughter.
No, absolutely none what so ever. If you'd seen what we'd done last night, you'd have thought you were watching some kind of porno."
Raynin makes gagging noises and Darknyss gasps audibly.
"Oh my!! I think I'm gonna be sick!!"
Raynin's Grandmother puts a packet of mail on the table and Gothika reaches out and starts to flip through it. She comes to an envelope with nothing but her name printed on it. She frowns as she opens it and reads what's been written there. She jumps up and frowns as she starts to walk away. Darknyss follows and puts a hand on Gothika's shoulder, stopping her from continuing out of the door.
"Hey... what's wrong?"
Gothika puts the note behind her back and shakes her head.
"Nothing... nothing's wrong. Just... planning something for you birthday tomorrow. I need to go on and hop in the shower. We've got training to do. I'll see you when I'm done."
She walks towards her bedroom and everyone watches her go, looking on worriedly...
Allof this took place in mere moments. In just he blink of an eye, she'd remembered everything from this morning, and she was back in the club, being approached by the bartender. She smiles as she turns towards him. He smiles brightly at her and leans in to talk to her.
"I've seen you looking out in the crowd. You look nervous. Is this your first time here?"
She leans in and smiles sweetly at him.
"I'm just waiting to see if my friend actually is going to show. Her name is Devina. She told me to meet her here. Do you know her?"
The bartender's eyes go big for a moment, then he drops down a mask of coolness.
"No, I don't know if I've met anyone by that name. What does she look like?"
She clears her throat and shrugs slowly.
"I dont' know... I met her online. She said to ask someone at the bar for her. she said to ask to be sent to VIP."
The bartender reaches under the bar and pulls out a purple armband and slaps it on the counter for her.
"Well, if it's VIP you're looking for, you came to the right person. And you certainly have the look to deserve it. Just take this armband to the elevator doors right over there and they'll let you up. Maybe someone up there will be able to let you know who this... Argentina is."
Gothika takes the armband and slips it on her wrist as she lifts her eyebrow curiously looking at the armband. The bartender points to the left and she turns and sees the elevator doors. when she turns back, the bartender has moved on and is helping someone else. She missed it as he lifted the phone and brought it to her ear and spoke two words... 'she's here' then pulled out a rag and started to wipe down the counter. She shrugs and strolls over to the elevator doors and lifts her arm, showing the armband to the bouncers standing by the doors. One of the bouncers pushes the button and the doors slide open. She steps in the car and watches as the doors slide closed.
The doors slide open and reveal a small dark room which is surrounded by windows. She steps up to the glass and looks down at the press of bodies beneath her. She puts a finger up to the window and suddenly jumps as she sees the face of a young looking blonde girl standing behind her. The girl couldn't be much more than sixteen years old. Gothika cocks her head to the side and looks at her confused until the young girl smiles sweetly and reveals a set of fangs that looked like they belonged on a cobra. Gothika lifts her eyebrows in shock and the young girl giggles.
"I surprised you... how sweet. Hello Gothika. I'm Devina. And we're going to become fast friends. I can tell."
The girl takes Gothika's hand in hers and pulls her towards the middle of the room which has suddenly just filled with not people, but vampyres of all shapes and sizes. Gothika's jaw hits the ground as she looks around.
"Aww hell... I'm in the shit now..."
The vampyres crowd around her, all asking questions as the scene fades out.
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Time:. June 14, 2012… 10:30 PM...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... Gothika and Darknyss's apartment...
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The room is dark, almost pitch black. The only light that can be seen is coming from the apartment building across the street, but it’s far enough away, and so much shorter than this building that it does nothing to illuminate the interior of the room. A scurrying can be heard in the darkness, along with occasional shushing and as well as random giggling. Footsteps can be heard coming down the hallway towards the door along with the voices of the Angels of the Fallen. The laughter of Darknyss rings out down the hall as she approaches the door.
"Wow... I have to admit, this has been one awesome birthday. Your Grandmother surprised me with that excellent breakfast. I swear, a breakfast taco bar was quite genius. And then, we blew off training to go spend the day pampering and shopping… I swear guys… You didn’t have to go through all of this.”
We hear Raynin’s soft chuckle as the footsteps come closer.
“Well, what can we say Lady… You deserve it. You’ve had our backs through so much lately… Getting us ready for these pay per views, putting up with my insane moments… You deserve what we did and then some.”
We hear the footsteps stop in front of the door and the shuffling of packages as keys jingle as they’re being slid in the door.
“Well, it’s really appreciated guys. And I didn’t do anything that I know you guys wouldn’t have done for me. But we do have three really big matches to prepare for. You especially Gothika. You’ve got the Bombshell Free For All, followed by the King of the Death Match Tournament… We really should have spent today training, not doing all of this for my birthday… Oh crap!!”
You hear the keys slip and hit the ground with a metallic jingle and the shuffling of packages again as the keys are retrieved. Gothika’s voice rings out through the door.
“Look Lady… You’re the one who believes in all work and no play. We all need some down time every now and then… especially you. And taking a day after the week of training we’ve done isn’t going to hurt us. It’s not like we did anything too bad. We went shopping, went to the spa, had ourselves a mani-pedi and massage treatments, and we all got our hair done. Nothing wrong with that. Especially after the ten hours of training we put ourselves through yesterday. Our bodies needed a rest, and I certainly feel more relaxed and confident about our upcoming matches… Here… you’re about to drop those keys again… Give me those bags…”
You hear packages shuffling, and the keys finally slip into the lock as Darknyss speaks again with a soft sigh.
“Yeah, you’re right. I just miss my family right now. I think it would have been fun to see them for my birthday…”
The door is pushed open and we see the Angels of the Fallen silhouetted in the light from the hallway. Darknyss frowns and looks around, reaching for the lights.
“Why is it so dark in here? Did we turn off the lights? Where are your Grandparents, Raynin? I hope they’re not in the back room doing anything nasty again… I swear, there’s somethings I just can’t take walking in on again… I scrubbed the kitchen table like fourteen times that day after they…”
She turns on the lights and she looks around confused at the large purple and white banner that’s hanging over the bar that connects the kitchen and the living room that reads, ‘Happy Birthday Darknyss!!’ and the purple, silver, and white balloons and streamers that are hung everywhere. Suddenly people pop out from everywhere and confetti and glitter are tossed into the air as everyone yells ‘SURPRISE!!!’ and blow party horns. Darknyss shrieks in surprise, throwing her bags up in the air, and jumps about a foot in the air before she rushes forward and into the arms of the crowd of people standing in the middle of the living room. She’s surrounded by most of her family. Her sister Latrice ‘Darkchyld’ DeNucci and her husband Doug are there along with their six year old twins and their two year old daughter. Her brother Kameron Darkk and his wife Allyson are there with their son and daughter. Her brother Shane Hunt is there as well as her friends, Lyrique Montgomery and Diamond. The room has more people in it, but Gothika just slips around the crowd quietly and lets them greet the birthday girl and takes the packages and bags that they’d brought home from the mall except one, and puts them in Darknyss’s room before she slips back out to her own room and shuts the door.
Her room is decorated in shades of red and black. The large canopied four poster bed has black and red hangings shrouding it deeply. The walls are painted a soft grey and the curtains are almost blood red to match the hangings and bedding on the bed. She’s got a huge armoire in black walnut, and a matching television stand with a thirty two inch flat screen resting behind glass. There are large prints of dark fairies and angels on the walls around the room, along with a set of medieval looking crucifixes over each window, and one over the bed. She sets the bag she brought in next to her chair, pulls off her trench coat and lays it over the back of the chair before she takes a seat at her black walnut vanity table and looks at herself in the mirror, breathing deeply as if she’s trying to quiet her thoughts.
“You know… I have worked very hard to keep a tight hold on my thoughts, my emotions and my hungers… But so many people shoved into a single room… It just makes things that much harder to keep control. When I’m surrounded by that many people, it’s like a little switch is turned on inside of me that sends me into battle mode, or feeding frenzy mode.”
She picks up the bag and reaches inside and pulls out about ten bags of the red stuff that appears to be from a blood bank. She sighs softly as she leans over and opens the door on a small refrigerator and sets the them inside, then reaches into the back and pulls out a cut glass decanter that’s filled with the thick red liquid. Her reflection in the mirror shows that her eyes have changed colors from their normal brown to a bright almost white blue and they’re glittering in the low light of the room.
"I can smell it within everyone lately... I can literally smell the red stuff beneath thier skin. I can smell the adrenaline coursing through their system. I can smell their emotions... I can smell the excitement, I can smell the fear... And right about now, I can smell the bullshit that's being spewed by my future opponent, Gianni DiLuca."
She picks up a goblet that matches the decanter and holds it up to the light, letting it shine thorugh the facets of the cut glass. She takes a deep breath and smirks wickedly.
"Gianni, Gianni, Gianni... You besmirch my name, you call me a thief, you basically call me worthless... You talk about me as if I don't matter, and yet I do matter. You act as if you're better than me, but you're not. All you are is an obstacle in my way. You're an opponent. You're the first rung on the ladder towards my shot at getting the Hardcore Championship. You underestimate me Gianni. And I will enjoy taking you down. You see, everyone underestimates me. Especially when I get the chance to face the men. They see me as a pretty face... As a body... as a sexual object, but I'm so much more than just that. I'm more than just a girl. I'm more than just a fighter. I'm more than just a wrestler. I'm more than just what you think and bleieve I am. I'm a huntress. I'm a predator. I'm the thing that goes bump in the night. I'm the thing in the dark that you fear that has claws and fangs. I am no mere slip of a girl... I'm a monster. Plain and simple. I'm am monster who has caught your scent. You see... you and everyone else in this tournament are nothing but my prey. You're my food. you're my sustenance. You're how I make it from day to day. I don't just feed on the red stuff... I feed off of your emotions, your energies... I feed off of your adrenaline and your fear and it pushes me to a higher, more intense level. You see, the more you fight, the more you struggle to win, the more you do the more I like it. I like my food squirming. And I'm going to enjoy having you as my appetizer in this King of the Death match tournament."
She uncorks the decanter and pours the thick liquid in her glass and places the stopper back in the bottle as she lifts the glass and inhales the scent deeply. Her eyes go completely that ice blue color and she takes a deep gulp, licking her lips slowly.
"and then the rest of the fun begins. Aleski Koji, Casey Williams, Lucian Frost, Matthew Kennedy... All of these are names that I know. I even get the distinct pleasure of torturing someone that Aleski Koji knows before I get a chance to face him. Poor little Karina... I will enjoy toying with her during the Bombshel Free For All. So you'll know exactly what to expect once I get my hands on you Aleski. Casey... you have been a thorn in my side for many a month now. You along with Gianni see me as nothing more than a piece of meat to be dangled in front of the faces of men. And as for you BACW boys... you may have faced the men in the past and won... but now, it's time for thebombshells to shine"
She hears someoneclaling her name to come back to teh party and the scene quickly fades out.
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