Event: Blaze of Glory 2... Sunday 03/03/2013
Venue: Gold Coast Casino... Las Vegas, Nevada
Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM MATCH cHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
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Blaze of Glory II is almost upon us. Excitement is building in not just the impending audience, but in the wrestlers that will be performing as well. So many titles will be on the line, including the Bombshell Tag Team Championships. It'll be a Triple Threat Tag Team Match in which the Angels of the Fallen will be competing against the teams of the soon to be former champions, The Tattooed Goddesses, Amanda Cortez and Laura Jackson, and the team of Necra Octavian Kain and Amy Marshall. The trio at Angels are preparing for the night they've been waiting for since before they left the Sin City Wrestling. Will they be able to overcome the issues plaguing their own personal lives to come together and grab a hold to the titles? 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 you 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.
********** END ADVISORY!! **********
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Time: February 25, 2013... 11:30 AM
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada… Lyndon B. Johnson Elementary School... Inside Room 108, Mrs. Peterson's Third Grade Classroom...
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It was raining this early spring day in Las Vegas. Something which happens so rarely in the desert, but when it does, it's always a heavy fall. And today was no different. The sky was dark and heavy with the thick clouds blocking the sun. The lightning flashed and the thunder crashed loudly as the city was drenched with the waters from heaven. And with it being still an early spring day, those waters were cold, even for it being in Las Vegas.
It was just after recess, and the kids were all excited. They'd just spent the last hour running around the gym, having been kept inside from all of rain. But their teacher had told them that there was going to be a special guest who was going to come in and speak to them. No one could sit still and concentrate while Mrs. Peterson read the English lesson. She'd finally had enough of the whispering in the back of the room and knew if she didn't do something soon, things would erupt into chaos of class clowns and spitballs being thrown, and notes being passed. It was just her luck as she cut her eyes at little Tommy Jenkins who was just about to pass a note to Isaac Thompson that a knock came to the door. Excited chatter rippled through the room and she clapped her book shut with a loud slap of pages to bring the room back to attention. She stood slowly as everyone went silent in anticipation. She looked at the window in the door, and nodded to the face of one of the hallway monitors who stood, grinning from ear to ear just outside the door and motioned him in. He burst through the door and started speaking loudly and excitedly.
"Mrs. Peterson!! Mrs. Peterson!!"
She held a hand up to her lips and silenced him with an upraising of her eyebrow.
"Jonathan Tyler... You do not raise your voice in that manner in my classroom, do you understand?"
The hallway monitor gulps heavily and nods quickly, then points behind him at the empty doorway.
"Ye... yes... Yes Mrs. Peterson... It's just... Do you know who's here?!! I can't believe it!! And I got to escort them to your classroom!!"
He starts grinning even harder and it looks as if his cheeks might burst from excitement. All of the kids jump to their feet, seeing how excited he is, and Mrs. Peterson claps her hands sharply, cutting her look across the entire room.
"EVERYONE! BACK TO YOUR SEATS THIS INSTANT!!"
When she speaks, it's not loud, but it's so commanding, everyone stops dead in their tracks. It's Christopher Donovan, the class upstart who speaks out. She knew it would be him. it's always him who defies her the most and ends up with detentioin.
"But Mrs. Peterson... We've been waiting all day!! We just want to know who's here that's got Jonathan all excited!!"
She crosses her arms under her chest and pulls her shoulders back, looking down over the rims of her glasses at the little boy who is defiantly looking back at her.
"This is my classroom Christopher. And I will have order!! If you all don't go back to your seats, then NONE of you will know who's waiting outside! I will tell them to go and see another classroom intead!"
All of the kids look at Christopher and start to yell at him to shut up and sit down as they all rush back to their seats, and fold their hands on their desks like good little boys and girls should, looking at her expectantly. Christopher still stands there in the middle of the aisle, looking up at her in defiance. She unfolds her arms and starts to walk to the door, then stops and turns back to him.
"Or maybe I should just send YOU out the coatroom door Christopher as our guests come in, and only YOU will miss outon this visit... Along with another session in detention..."
Christopher crosses his arms and stomps his foot.
"That's not FAIR Mrs. Peterson!!"
She shrugs her shoulders and turns back towards the door.
"And neither is having you disrupt my classes every day. You have three seconds to sit or I'll have Jonathan escort you to the coat room door, then off ot Principal Mason's office while I bring in our guests for the other children. 1..."
Christopher frowns and stomps his foot at her.
"That's just MEAN Mrs. Peterson!!"
She takes a deep breath and rolls her eyues slowly.
"2..."
All of Christopher's friends start to yell at him to just sit down and shut up, but he stomps his foot again. She turns towards the door and places her hand on the doornob.
"Thh..."
Christopher holds his hands up and waves them frantically.
"No!! Wait!! Alright!! Alright!! I'm sitting down!!"
The little boy starts to grumble to himself and flops himself down into his desk, leaning back and crossing his arms. The teacher takes a deep breath, then smiles.
"Well then boys and girls. I knew how excited some of you are about this whole wrestling thing that is going on this weekend, so I gave a call to the local offices of the... Wait... Let me make sure I have this right."
The hall monitor pipes in quickly.
"It's the Sin City Wrestling, Ma'am."
Upon hearing those words, the students get excited and start squealing and chattering away. You hear random bits of their conversations which stand out.
"Oh my God!! What if they got that hottie, Matthew Kennedy to come!! I would just like DIE!!!"
"I hope it's Despayre and Gabriel!! Then, may e we can see some magic!!"
"And Angel too!! He's just the cutest little bear!!"
"Our luck, it'll ONLY be Angel..."
"If I really wanted to see some old guy holding a teddy bear, I'd just go and look at Justin's big brother Riley. He has a whole DOLL collection! He calls them 'action figures' though. And he actually PLAYS with them too!!"
"I'm hoping it's Fantasia, cause i want to see if she really does have those really big..."
Mrs. Peterson claps her hands loudly and repeatedly.
"Boys and girls... settle down... SETTLE DOWN!!"
Everyone gets quiet and turns back to the front of the class and Mrs. Peterson straightens her shirt and clears her throat.
"Well, I can see that we have alot of fans of this wrestling company in here, so I think I did the right thing with this little idea of mine. So, without further ado..."
She walks to the door and opens it.
"Won't you please come in."
In walks the Angels of the Fallen. The kids erupt into a barrage of questions coupled with cheers and a few boos. Raynin and Gothika are dressed in their in ring attire... Gothika is in the patent leather pants and shirt with a rubber corset and knee high leather boots with buckles going down the sides. She's wearing her black leather trench coat over her outfit. Raynin is in her black stretch hip huggers tucked into black combat boots with a bullet belt around her hips, and a black halter top with rhinestones around the cups of the bra style top. Darknyss is dressed in a cream suit with balck pinstripes, looking very professional. They're each carrying a duffle bag on their shoulders as they wave to the kids. A ilttle girl screams excitedly and jumps out of her seat and runs up to Raynin, throwing her arms around her leg and hugging her.
"OH MY GOD!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!! Raynin, you made me want to be a wrestler when I grow up!!"
Mrs. Peterson gets a stern look that is hiding an amused twinkle in her eyes.
"Oh, so these three are the reasons why you started hitting the boys with laundry lines and falling on them while they were trying to do situps in gym class. Hmm Carolanne?"
The little girl looks up at her teacher and rolls her eyes and clucks her tongue.
"That's a clothesline Mrs. Peterson. And I wasn't just falling on people... I was doing a standing elbow drop.."
Raynin squats down in front of the little girl and smiles.
"I started my wrestling training with Mi Abuelo, El Jefe when i was your age. But you have to remember... what we do is very dangerous. So you should never wrestlie out of a controlled and supervised setting. Which means, no more elbow drops on people... unless they really deserve it Carolanne."
The girl makes a face and stomps her foot.
"But Christopher really deserved it! He kept pulling my hair!"
The little boy who was rude to the teacher yelled out to the front of the class.
"That's cause you're just a whiny little girl!! Even when you were hitting me, you were bawling your eyes out!"
Raynin shakes her head slowly and puts a hand to the little girl's shoulder.
"I know that what we do looks cool and is alot of fun to do, but you have to be careful. The last thing I'd want is for a pretty little girl like you to get hurt casue she's trying to do something that I did on tv. So will you promise me? No more clotheslines and elbow drops until you're doing training for the big time?"
Carolanne sighs and nods.
"Ok... I promise... IF.."
Raynin raises her eyebrows high and looks at the girl curiously.
"If what Carolanne?"
The little girl smiles and holds up a finger at Raynin.
"If you promise to do a Raynin's Way to Amanda Cortez. I can't STAND her!!"
Raynin throws her head bakc and laughs and nods quickly.
"Ok... I promise I'll try... I can't say a 100% yes, cause I dont' know what will happen in a match."
The little girl holds up her hand with her pink out.
"Pinky swear?"
Raynin wraps her finger around the little girl's finger and grins.
"Pinky swear. Now, why don't you be an official member of The Fallen and help us out by passing out these for us..."
Raynin unzips her duffle bag and pulls out a bright pink t-shirt that read's 'The Hard Way is Easier than Raynin's Way' over a pair of angel's wings. She lays the shirt on the table and on the back writes Carolanne's name on it and signs it. She then hands it to the little girl who looks like she's just been given the Holy Grail. She pulls the shirt on over the shirt she's already wearing and then runs to show it off ot her friends, before coming back to start handing out the shirts to the kids going down the line. She reaches in the bag and is about to hand one to Christopher, but he grabs her wrist and throws her hand away.
"I don't want no crappy Fallen t-shirt! They aren't worth crap!!"
Mrs. Peterson claps her hands and is about to say something to the little boy, but Gothika raises her hand and shakes her head slowly.
"Please Mrs. Peterson... I have a way with kids."
She walks to the little boy and crosses her arms under her chest as she looks down at the little boy.
"And what makes you say we're not worth crap young man?"
He stands up then climbs onto the seat of his desk so he comes up to Gothika's shoulder and crosses his own arms over his chest as he looks up at her.
"I say you're not worth crap cause you're a bunch of lying, scardy cat, no good skanks!! You ran away from the SCW when things got too rough for you, and you are tryign to hide that fact behind this supernatural bull!!"
Gothika growls low in her throat and leans over so she's eye to eye with the little boy, who is not backing down an inch.
"And how do you know it's bull?"
The little boy lifts a hand and pushes Gothika's shoulder as he speaks.
"Because, there's no such thing as vampires! Now get out of my face you ugly bitch!!"
Mrs. Peterson and the rest of the class gasps and Gothika smirks as she looks him up and down.
"Oohh, big littleman... hiding behind his naughty words to cover up the fact that he's scared shitless. I can smell the fear on you little boy. Besides, I can hear your knees knocking."
The little boy puts both hands on her shoulders and tries to push her away as he yells.
"BITCH!! AMANDA CORTEZ IS GONNA MURDER YOU!!"
Mrs. Peterson claps her hand ssharply.
"That's it!! Swear jar Christopher!! Right now!!"
The little boy grumbles agitatedly and climbs down from off of the desk, walking up to the front of the room and pulling out a dollar, he drops it into a large jar that's about half filled with coins and a few stray bills. Gothika walks up the other aisle to stand back at the front of the class with the rest of her team mates. As she gets to the front of the class, Christopher is just turning around to go back to his desk and she stops him with a shake of her head.
"Oh, by the way… We don't lie. That's not something we do. We have no reason to."
She smiles at him, and her fangs start to elongate as her eyes turn that blazing ice blue color. He gasps and starts to back away from her as she throws her head back and laughs.
"Who's the bitch now little man?"
Mrs. Peterson claps her hands again sharply and Gothika turns around to look at her with an upraised eyebrow.
"Yes Mrs. Peterson?"
The teacher points to the jar with pursed lips.
"The swear jar isn't just for the students. It's fifty cents per swear word. This jar is going towards a class trip at the end of the semester… Sometimes I think the kids are swearing these days just to get it more full so they an have extra snacks on the trip."
Gothika reaches into an inner pocket and pulls out her wallet. She pulls out a fifty and lifts her eyebrow as she looks over her shoulder and shrugs, slipping it into the jar.
"Don't worry about the change… with this kid, I'm sure I'll probably end up needing to put more in the jar."
Darknyss shakes her head and chuckles.
"I don't know… I think you scared him pretty good. I think it will be a while before he picks with Carolanne."
Gothika reaches in her coat pocket again and pulls out a small bound book and hands it to Raynin who clears her throat to speak.
"Alright, so we have a special treat for you. The three of us got our heads together and wrote a little something about our up coming match… We thought it would be cute to do it in story form… you know… like T'was the night before christmas… And I'm gonna read it for you."
She sits on the edge of Mrs. Peterson's desk and opens the book as she starts to read.
"Twas the night of Blaze of Glory and all through the SCW,
Everyone was is in a tizzy, preparing for their match in the Pay Per View.
The Champions were shining all their gold up with care,
In hopes that after their matches they still be there.
The superstars were flexing oiled muscles which gleam
as bombshells stood in front of mirrors to preen.
When out in the arena, there arose such a clatter
everyone ran to see just what was the matter.
It was time for the Bombshell Tag Team Championship don't you see,
The Tattooed Goddesses knew they'd lose to the Fallen Angels, three.
They'd talked so much smack, they'd started such a fuss,
They'd spewed foul language, they'd sworn and cussed.
Even Necra Octavian Kain and Amy Marshall were guilty
Of acting very catty and spewing language that was filthy.
But they knew in the end, all they were doing was blustering.
Cause deep in the pit of their stomach butterflies were fluttering.
They knew in the end, the three that they would face
Would whoop their behinds all over the place.
And in the end of it all, when the smoke was all cleared,
It would be the Fallen who'd be victorious as the crowd clapped and cheered.
As the pyrotechnics exploded and the curtain slowly parted
Out stepped the Fallen to get the party started.
As the trio walked down the ramp to claim the Bombshell Tag Team Championships
Darknyss called for a microphone and brought it to her lips.
'Now Necra, Now Amy, Now Amanda and Laura,
You all ran you mouths, but we've got something for ya'.
From the top of the turnbuckle, From Grace you can expect to fall,
Now crash on down, crash on down, crash on down all!!'
As the match goes on, the and the bodies are flying,
The Fallen only laugh as their opponents feel like dying.
After a Broken Halo sends their opponents into the ground,
the pair of Angels send the others off, HellBound.
As they float into the cover, you can hear the referee
Counting off the one, the two and the three.
And as the Fallen stand with their hands raised high,
All falls into place just as it's been prophesied.
The Tattooed Goddesses, Amy Marshall and the Goddess of Death all wondered how,
As the Fallen are proclaimed, SCW's Bombshell Tag Team Champions now."
Raynin closes her book and the kids all start to cheer. Even Christopher claps at the end of the story. Mrs. Peterson is about to speak, when Darknyss reaches once more in her duffle bag and pulls out a large envelope.
"Oh, and just so you all can see whether or not that little story we came up with comes true, I've gotten the entire class floor seats to the show. There are four passes for each of you to bring your parents and siblings. And if you need more, we've reserved a whole section just for you guys. Just make sure to show your school ID when you show up with your class number on it."
The kids start to cheer again and Gothika can't help but smirk as she notices that Christopher now has on a Fallen T-shirt and is showing it off to his friends who have a different color.
"So Christopher… Still think Amanda Cortez is better than the Fallen?"
He shrugs and smirks.
"She's just hotter than you guys. But I think I just might cheer for you now."
Gothika winks and nods slowly.
"I thought so. So… let's all go down to the gym, and we will put on an exhibition match just for you guys."
The class cheers again and everyone jumps up to stand in line behind Gothika and Raynin and starts to file out of the room as the scene fades out.
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