Event: Blaze of Glory 2... Sunday 03/03/2013
Venue: Gold Coast Casino... Las Vegas, Nevada
Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM MATCH cHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Opponent: with Gothika, vs TATTOOED GODDESSES vs AMY MARSHALL and NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE <hr size=1 color=silver><hr size=1 color=silver>
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Only their second match back, and they're already going after the gold!! After more than six months away from the ring, the Angels of the Fallen have plummeted back into the folds of the Bombshell Division of the Sin City Wrestling with a swan dive right into the deep end of it all. The question on everyone's mind is will they swim to the surface and break on through to the top of the Bombshell Division? Or will they drop to the bottom like a sailor with an albatross tied around his neck? Sink or swim? I guess we'll find out soon enough as the trio of Angels tackle their second challenge since stepping back in the ring in the Tag Team Division. Gothika and Raynin squared off against Tiami Tyler and Becky 'Ragdoll' Jones for their return match, and skyrocketed themselves right into the Bombshell Tag Team Title's match. Now they have to stand against the two teams they used to quote/unquote, 're-introduced' themselves to the company. It's going to be the Fallen against the team of Amy Marshall and Necra Octavian Kane, against the Tattooed Goddesses, Amanda Cortez, and Laura Jackson. These two teams have rather large chips on their shoulders... But the Angels of the Fallen are out to dish some carnage. Will they trip and fall along the wayside? Or will they be Bound for Glory?! Let’s see what unfolds, shall we...
</iframe>The strains of 'Tristania' by Nightwish starts to play, coupled with various pictures of angels, snippets of action shots of The Fallen, and the words fate, destiny, inescapable, then truth flash interspersed between the pictures and snippets. The caption of ENTER RAGNAROK finally displays on the screen and fades out to show the Angels of the Fallen sitting on a talk show like stage.
Darknyss is dressed in a fitted dark blue pinstriped business suit with a pair of black pumps. She's not wearing a shirt, and the swells of her breasts are accented by a diamond necktie shaped necklace which dangles to hang just right in her cleavage. Her hair is pulled back in an upsweep with a few stray tendrils falling around her face. She looks all business right now. Raynin is dressed in a pair of dark blue stretch jeans with rhinestone accents in a large flower going down her left leg, with a matching jacket and a lavender camisole. Her matching lavender and white Nikes, with her hair hanging down in loose waves just gives her a look of fun and excitement. Gothiks is dressed all in black leather. Her pale skin stands out in stark comparison against the black matte leather bustier she's wearing with the shiny black patent leather pants and the matte leather over the knee platform boots with the lug bottomed heel. Her hair is in it's ever present tousled waves and hang around her face. The camera shot cuts to Darknyss who smiles a big saccharin like grin.
"Hello my faithful internet fans, and welcome to the return episode of Enter Ragnarok, presented to you by The Angels of the Fallen. It's been months since we've been able to put on another webisode, and we've missed bringing you the latest in the SCW Entertainment world. Tonight, we're going to discuss a few things… Most importantly of which, our opponents for Blaze of Glory two… Amy Marshall and Necra Octavian Kain, and the Tattooed Goddesses, Laura Jackson and Amanda Cortez. And… we've got a special treat for you… our opponents will be our special guests for the evening! Isn't that nice?!!"
Raynin and Gothika look at each other and frown, then Raynin leans over and taps Darknyss on the shoulder.
"Um… Lady… Are you sure this will be such a good idea? I mean… let's face it… these two teams are pretty damned mad at us for basically stomping' a mud hole in their asses, and embarrassing the shit out of them… And while it was a lot of fun for us… I don't think they liked it very much."
Darknyss shrugs her shoulders and keeps that saccharin smile plastered to her lips.
"Truth be told, I could give less than a fuck about if they liked what we did to them or not… The fans LOVED it!! And that's what matters. I mean, you didn't hear US complaining like Amanda did about the attack perpetrated on us. Hell, she could give less than two shakes of a fleas ass on a rat's tail about the fans. And yet, she's Champion? I swear, if you two don't beat the living crap out of them and get your hands on that gold so that truly deserving athletes have the Bombshell Tag Team Titles wrapped around their waists, I'm gonna train you until you puke so you CAN get those titles!!"
As she's speaking, her saccharin smile starts to crack a bit, and a frown decorates Darknyss's face as she points a finger at Raynin and Gothika. Raynin blanches a bit, leaning back from the threatening finger that is coming close to actually poking her, and Gothika throws her head back and laughs wickedly.
"Like you don't already train us until we puke… Dish your worst out at us Lady… we can take it!"
Raynin looks at Darknyss's finger and then back at Raynin a bit worriedly.
"I don't' know… She looks kinda agitated tonight. And... I just don't know where that finger's been… and if she pokes me with it… she may cave my chest in or put a hole in my flippin' bicep."
Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head, reapplying her saccharin smile.
"Of course I wouldn't injure you… But I will make you wish you were never born if you don't stop interrupting me."
Raynin holds her hands up and shakes her head.
"Wow… I see someone is truly excited about the shot we have for these titles. But I do agree with you on that whole thing that Amanda said about the fans and the attacks. I mean, if you don't want to be attacked, regardless of it's behind your back, or in front of your back like we did, then you truly need to be in another business. Shit happens. And when the attacks happen on US, we don't bitch, we don't complain because we know that they're happening because the people doing it are hoping they can stop us from doing what we need to do in the ring. We actually take them as a compliment, that they're so afraid of our skills, that they want to lessen our capabilities when they actually have to step into the ring and face us. Unfortunately, the little scuffle that took place after our match wasn't even close to enough to lessen our skills."
Gothika nods slowly and cracks her knuckles.
"Beat us… kick us, hit us with chairs… we'll just keep on coming and ask for more. We're like the energizer freakin' bunny in the ring. We don't have the word quit in us. We will wear you down until we get what we want."
Darknyss chuckles and a true smile decorates her face for a moment.
"It's like what Sensei Mosley used to say… 'Girls, there's some people who deserve a whole lotta leave alone. And if you want to get ahead in your wrestling career, you need to be one of them.' And that's what he instilled in us. We have to be so damned good in the ring, that when people step up against us, their knees knock in fear. Bruce Lee was only five foot seven inches tall, but when he walked into the room, he carried so much intimidation, it was almost tangible. And when we step into the ring, we give off the same vibe. I know that Tiami Tyler and the Ragdoll felt it. Though I'll give them props for putting up even a modicum of a fight against you two in the ring. But when was all said and done, it was the Fallen who had their hands raised in victory… just like it will happen at Blaze of Glory 2 and you will walk out of the Pay Per View with those titles strapped around your waists."
Darknyss takes a deep breath and sits back in her chair.
"So… without further ado… why don't we bring out our guests for tonight. That's right… it's the team of Necra Octavian Kain and the Punk Princess, Amy Marshall… AND… the current, and soon to be former Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Champions, The Tattooed Goddesses, Amanda Cortez and Laura Jackson!"
At that moment, two sets of cardboard cut outs depicting the two teams are lowered from the ceiling to stand beside the seats that the Fallen are sitting in. Raynin can't help but chuckle as she sees that there are mustaches and beards that have been drawn on the cut outs as well as devil horns, and some have their front teeth blacked out. Darknyss picks up a set of index cards and starts to read questions off of them, directed towards the cardboard cut outs.
"So… let's start with you… Necra Octavian Kain, and the Tattooed Goddesses… You all claim to be… well Goddesses among men… What makes you all seem so sure that's what you are and not just some quacks with delusions of grandeur?"
The shot switches to the cut outs.
"………."
The shot cuts back to Darknyss.
"And somehow I knew that's what you would say."
Gothika chuckles and shakes her head.
"You see, we don't make claims to be anything we're not. Raynin IS ex-military. I AM… well, I still don't know what the hell I am… a genetic experiment gone wrong… truly cursed… All I know is I suck people's blood to survive, and vampire is the closest I can come up with to describe what I am. I don't flipping True Twi-hard, New Eclipse, Interview with a Brooklyn-ite Blood… I don't sparkle in the sun light… All I know is, I'm damned good at what I do. I don't claim to be some make believe Goddess who can kill someone with a touch… But what I will say is this… Those who proclaim to be Gods and Goddesses have all fallen in the past. Zeus… Aphrodite… Diana… Apollo… They are all no more. And just like those false Gods and Goddesses of the past, you too will all fall. You will Fall from Grace and be taken to the depths of hell, wrapped in the essence of Sweet Surrender. And when the smoke clears, I shall feast on your fear and disappointment. And it will taste so… mmmmm… delectable."
Gothika inhales deeply, closing her eyes and trembling in excitement.
"In the end… you will all… Feed My Need!!"
Darknyss flips to a new index card and clears her throat.
"Now… Amanda… What exactly IS your beef with the fans of the SCW? You claim that they disgust you, and yet you keep coming out week after week and play up to the crowd like you want their attention. So… which is it? Do you like the fans, or do you hate them like you claim?"
The shot switches to the cut out of Amanda Cortez.
"………."
The shot returns to Darknyss and she smiles.
"Again… just what I knew you would say."
Raynin is giggling now and she shakes her head.
"Listen… Right now, it doesn't matter WHAT these bitches say. In the end, they're going to be on their backs, looking up at the pretty lights while the referee counts the one, the two, and the three after Gothika and I have wiped the mat with them. Plain and simple. Amanda can like the fans, hate the fans… it won't matter. I will show her Raynin's Way, and she will know then why she just didn't have what it takes to cut it as Champion now that we're back in the SCW. Plain and simple. Besides… Amanda has run her mouth enough that I for one am going to enjoy shutting her up with my size ten boot down her throat."
Darknyss flips to another index card and lifts a finger.
"One more question… This time for both teams… Do any of you truly believe you have what it takes to step into the ring against my girls and walk away the actual Tag Team Champions? Or are you just blowing smoke up everyone's asses again?"
The shot switches to both sets of cut outs again.
"………."
The shot returns to Darknyss and she smiles again.
"Again… just what I thought you would say… just like what you've saying this entire week… Absolutely nothing! Your words, your taunts, your accusations count for squat in the big picture. And in the end… you all will fall… and The Fallen will rise as the New Bombshell Tag Team Champions."
Darknyss turns back to the camera and she takes a deep breath.
"Well… that's all the time we have for today… Tune in to us again. Who knows who will show up on our next panel. There's even talk of having Justin Decent… IF we can get him in some clothes. There are some things that simply shouldn't be seen… not even on the internet."
The camera pulls back and Raynin and Gothika pull out markers and start drawing more stuff on the cut outs as the closing credits come up and scroll across the screen...
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