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 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 Raynin, vs TATTOOED GODDESSES vs AMY MARSHALL and NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE



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If there's one thing the Angels of the Fallen know how to do, it's making an entrance.  And these Bombshells didn't just open the door, the blew it off the flippin' HINGES!!  Raynin and Gothika gave Tiami Tyler and the Ragdoll, Becky Jones a true D-Town style stomp, by way of Las Vegas!  They also impressed the higher ups so much that they've been tapped to step into the spotlight once more.  The Fallen have been added to the Tag Team Bombshell Championship match to face off against the team of Amy Marshall and Necra Octavian Kane, and The Tattooed Goddesses, Laura Jackson and Amanda Cortez!  Just where are these girls' minds at right now?  They were extremely brutal in their return match.  Will that same brutality be in attendance when they stand against the three self proclaimed Goddesses of the ring?  Will the former SCW Bombshell Champion, Raynin be able to claim gold once more?  Will Gothika be able to finally claim one of the prestigious titles she has yet to claim in this company as she had in numerous companies before?  Will Justin Decent ever learn that just because you have skin, it shouldn't always be shown?  Let's see what things shall become...

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The sanctuary itself is quite large, needing to house the few thousand students that attend the school, and along the side aisles, there are various alcoves that hold a statue of the Virgin Mary, private prayer benches sitting in front of stands of candles, and six confessionals, which the priests trade off on manning in rotating shifts. It was quite ingenious how they set things up. If you entered the confessional and the priest wasn't there, you rang a small doorbell, and a light goes off over the confessional that you're in, and the priest would be there in about a minute.  Today, it was Father Gregory who was manning the confessionals.  His greying hair is impeccably coiffed as he moves along the side aisle of the sanctuary, speaking to each of the parishioners He'd just come from the bathroom and adjusted his robes when he heard the bell.  He walks towards the confessional and flips a switch on the inside of his side of the confessional after he's closed the door to turn off the light over the box.  He then slides open the window of the confessional and speaks slowly.

"Have you come to give confession my child?"

A familiar feminine voice can be heard through the decorative grate, but you can't quite place who it is.  The voice sounds young, like that of a teenaged girl.

"I have Father.  And I've been such a bad bad girl."

He looks at the grate and sees the form of a girl dressed in an extremely short plaid skirt, and a short sleeved white shirt that's been unbuttoned to the point that the matching plaid tie rests hanging between the swells of her cleavage.  She's wearing a pair of knee high socks and black patent leather mary janes, but the face has been obscured by the grate.  All you can see is the dark wavy hair has been pulled back in a pair of pigtails to rest against her shoulders.  She crosses her legs, and he watches that one movement intently as it causes her skirt to rise and he trembles visibly.

"Then by all means…  Bare your skin… I… I mean your sins to me child."

She giggles with a high pitched bubbly sound that makes certain parts of her jiggle suggestively.

"Ok Father… Bless me Father… for I have sinned… and I will sin again very soon."

He slips his hands inside of his robes and settles himself back against the wall of the confessional as he keeps looking at her movements through the grating.

"Oh?  Tell me what you've done child.  You can get no absolution without confession."

She takes a deep breath which causes her cleavage to swell more and he bites his lip as he stifles a moan with a finger to his lips.

"It's been two weeks since my last confession, and I was so very naughty Father.  I gave into my desires, even though I knew I shouldn't have.  I just couldn't help myself.  I saw him on the street and I didn't even know his name.  I just grabbed him and pulled him into a dark alleyway."

He straightens up a bit and frowns slightly as he looks at this girl's body.

"Oh?  And what did you do when you had him in the alleyway my child?"

She giggles a bit and leans closer to the grate.

"I pushed him against the wall and I started to suck…  I sucked and sucked until he was almost drained…  But I didn't take it all.  I sucked and sucked until I had sated my hunger…  Then I left him where he was.  I never did find out his name or anything."

Father Gregory rolls his neck slowly as he continues to sit there and takes a deep breath.

"Well, are you truly sorry for what you did?"

She sighs and slumps back in the chair and shakes her head.

"No, not really Father… he just tasted so good…  and I needed it because I was just so… hungry for it, you know?  I mean, I'm sorry that I didn't at least get his name and I just left him there like that…  But I always make them think about how much they enjoyed it when I'm done."

Father Gregory takes a deep breath and sighs heavily.

"Well, confession doesn't work unless you're repentant about what you've done."

She suddenly gets quiet.

"Do you repent about the naughty things you've done Father?"

He laughs softly and shakes his head.

"I'm not the one here for confession you are."

She sighs again and sits up straighter.

"I guess you're right Father.  Then I guess I should continue on with my confession, because I've done more than just that.  I jumped these girls Father.  I literally pounced them.  In front of a huge crowd!!  I threw myself at them, and I was all over them.  My body crashing into theirs, and all I could think about was thrusting my fist into them over and over again…  pounding them into submission…  and the taste of their essence on my tongue… It was all I could do to stop myself from gorging myself on their sweet tastes."

He gasps and breaks out into a bit of a sweat.  He pulls out a handkerchief and wipes the back of his neck and mops at his brow at the intensity of the story.

"And did you actually do it?"

She turns her obscured face to him with a curious note in her voice.

"Did I what Father?"

He takes a deep breath and swallows heavily.

"Did you gorge yourself on their essence?"

She chuckles and shakes her head, waving a hand at him.

"Oh… oh no Father… I didn't.  I restrained myself then.  But I know I won't be able to in a few weeks."

He leans closer to the grating and watches as she slides her hand up along her pale thigh slowly.

"And why won't you be able to restrain yourself in a few weeks child?"

She breathes deeply and lets it out in a soft sigh.

"Because… I'll have the chance to pounce those two girls once again, along with two more girls.  And I'll be able to do to them for real, all of the things I've been thinking of doing to them in my head… And I'll have my friend with me to help me do it.   And at that time, I WILL gorge myself on them.  I will feed my need until I am truly sated.  I will feast on their emotions of fear and pain as I leave them limp and lifeless where they fall."

He gasps and looks at her as she's dug her nails into the pale skin of her thighs and left long red welts where her nails raked against her flesh.

"What do you mean limp and lifeless?"

She giggles again, a high pitched bubbly laugh.

"Well, they'll be so totally drained they won't be able to move Father.  Would you want to move if I drained you of every drop you could give?"

He chuckles and shakes his head slowly.

"No, I don't think I would."

She leans closer to the grating and whispers softly.

"I bet when you're in there with cute little girls like me, you probably whack yourself off a bit don't you."

He tugs at the collar of his robe and clears his throat.

"That is a totally inappropriate question to ask my child…."

She giggles again and her voice gets all conspiratorial.

"It might be inappropriate, but I'm sure it's true.  Come on Father… you said it… confession is good for the soul.  I bet you are sitting there right now, trying desperately not to touch yourself while you look at my body."

She turns herself so her chest is pressed against the grating, and he goes quiet.  She whispers again very softly.

"Admit it Father…  Admit it…"

Everything goes quiet for a minute, then there's the soft, almost muffled sound of a zipper being slowly pulled down.  Her giggle suddenly turns into an evil chuckle.

"Admit it Father…  You don't just touch yourself at the little girls that come into this confessional… You touch yourself for the boys too… And the grown women who come and confess their sex lives."

He gasps suddenly and struggles to pull his zipper back up.

"I don't have to tell you anything.  I admit nothing!  Get out of my confessional!"

She chuckles again and runs her fingers against the grate.

"You don't have to admit anything to me…  The thing you forget is… God sees all!!"

He keeps struggling with his zipper, trying to get it zipped up and his robe closed, but he can't.  The girly voice is replaced with the familiar voice of a woman.

"He knows what you've been doing in these confessionals Father!!  He knows what you have been doing in the rectory with the altar boys before and after service!  He knows EVERYTHING!!!  AND YOU CANNOT ESCAPE HIM OR HIS WRATH!!"

The priest keeps fumbling with his zipper and he finally just tries to get to the latch of the confessional door, but it will not open.

"Leave me alone!!  Please!!!"

He continues trying to get his zipper up as he fumbles with the confessional latch again.

"Isn't that what young Anthony and Thomas asked you to do when you were doing the naughty things to them in the rectory?  They just wanted to be left alone so that they could do their jobs as altar boys and serve God in the right way, but you simply couldn't leave them alone!  Well, I've been sent to be their Avenging Angel!  God knows everything that you've done, besmirching His name in your lustful acts!  And you will pay!!!  just as Necra, Amy, Amanda and Laura will pay!!  They shall end up being only meat for the beast, just as you shall be…  YOU SHALL PAY!!!"

Just then, his zipper goes up with a loud but meaty ZZIIIIPPPP sound… and the priest lets out a loud shriek of pain as he realizes that when he zipped up, he hadn't stowed himself away first.  He falls against the door and begins rolling around in agony as parishioners come to see what has happened.  The other confessional door opens, and out steps Gothika, dressed in her normal black patent leather shirt and pants with a black rubber corset and knee high leather platformed boots.  She looks down at the priest who has other parishioners kneeling all around him and blows him a fanged bunny eared kiss kiss and winks at him before she turns around and walks to the front doors and opens them to the sounds of the wailing priest.  As she descends the stairs, two young boys of about eleven, standing beside their parents look up at her with a look of urgency.  She stops and puts a hand on each of their shoulders and nods slowly to their parents.

"It's done.  Your boys are safe now.  I didn't even have to really lift a finger."

One of the boy's mothers breaks out in tears and hugs her husband and he looks up at her with tears in his eyes too.

"Thank you!  Thank you so much."

She reaches in her pocket and pulls out two sets of tickets to the Blaze of Glory 2 Pay per view and hands them to the parents.

"It was my pleasure.  Scum like him deserves what he got.  Now, you have to live and move on.  Find the joy in your lives.  And you can start by rooting me and my partner on in our Championship match.  These are really good seats.  I think you'll enjoy the show… almost as much as the show you missed in there."

Just then, an ambulance pulls up to the curb, and the small group is jostled by the crowd that's building up around the front door.  The parents turn to thank Gothika once again, but she's disappeared into the crowd...


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