Event: Hostile Takeover.. Sunday 04-28-2013
Venue: Ginásio Nilson Nelson ... Brasilia, Brazil
Match: BOMBSHELL MEGA MATCH - TORNADO TAG STEEL CAGE MATCH
Opponent: With Raynin, Misty, and Necra Octavian Kain vs Odette ryder, Roxi Johnson, Vixen, and Faith
<hr size=1 color=darkred><hr size=1 color=darkred>
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B-OoisekXIA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
The Angels of the Fallen have managed to successfully defend their Bombshell TagTeam Championships against a couple of formidable foes. But now, there's a new element to the defense of their titles at the Hostile Takeover Pay Per View… Because it's not just their championships they have to fight for. In a Bombshell Mega Match, Raynin and Gothika will take part in a Tornado Tag Steel Cage Match. They have to team with Raynin's old arch nemesis, and current Bombshell Champion, Misty, and part of the Goddesses of Light, Necra Octavian Kain against another thorn in Raynin and Gothika's side, Odette, who will be teaming with Vixen, Roxi Johnson, and the Bombshell Roulette. Champ, and the person who attacked Raynin at Climax Control, Faith. Will the Angels be able to trust these two other women to be able to keep a hold to their titles? Or will Angel's Championship wings be clipped? Let's see what unfolds as the Wrestling world Turns....
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/roproductions/pcxwstuff/Vampire5.gif>
<hr size=1 color=darkred><hr size=1 color=darkred>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/roproductions/Darknyss/black_rose_line2.gif>
… KEEP IT TOGETHER ...
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/roproductions/Darknyss/black_rose_line.gif>
<hr size=1 color=darkred><hr size=1 color=darkred>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/roproductions/SCWStuff/Gothikacomiccovers/scarygothika.jpg width=300>
____________
____________
Time: April 15, 2013… 6:23 AM...
Place: Buenos Aires, Argentina… Ministro Pistarini International Airport...
____________
____________
It was early in the morning. So early in fact that the sun hadn't even risen over the horizon just yet. It was that point just before dawn when the sky is still that gorgeous purple color you can't find anywhere else but at this point in time, but the stars are beginning to disappear from that deep dark velvet sky as it begins to lighten with the day. The smells of the city just starting to stir has filled the air as people are starting their breakfasts, and coffee is being brewed, and tea kettles are whistling for that first brew to be poured. But not everyone was so lucky as to have the privilege to be able to only just now stir from their slumber.
The Angels of the Fallen were lounging around the airport, after having gone through security to begin the next leg of the South America tour, and not every one of them was bright eyed and bushy tailed. They'd all had to endure the early morning rush to make sure they hadn't left anything in their hotel rooms, then get their luggage down to the rental cars and get all checked out before they headed out to drop them off at the airport. Their day had started at around three in the morning and it had exhausted everyone. In fact, Gothika was stretched out across a line of chairs with her head on her carryon, her eyes closed in slumber as her friends sat around her, doing their own thing. She'd decided to dress down for this flight because she didn't feel like dealing with having to strip off all of her leather when she went through the security check like she'd had to the last time. She almost looked normal in her black stretch denim jeans, black wife beater tank top, and a pair of black flip flops on her feet. Her toes were painted blood red and twinkled softy in the light as she lay there, her arms crossed over her chest. To some, she might have looked dead, but the occasional rise and fall of her chest coupled with the movement of her eyes behind her eyelids gave it away that she was one of the living.
She was deep in a dream state, and the way that her eyes were moving you could tell that the dream wasn't a very pretty one. The shot pulls in close, zooming in on Gothika's eyes moving rapidly beneath her eyelids as the scene ripples in…
{ Then ripples out as the shot pulls back to show Gothika's eyes open. We know we're inside of her dream because her clothing has changed to her normal black leather pants with a black lace corset over a black silk button down shirt and a pair of black high heeled dress boots. She actually looks more elegant than lethal right now, with her hair pulled up in a delicate french twist with small tendrils of curls hanging haphazardly to frame her face. By the distraught look on her face, you can tell she's not liking where her mind has taken her this time.
We're in a large, cavernous dark, dungeon like room. There's very little light coming from anywhere, except for sparsely spaced bare bulbs. The sound of dripping water fills the air, echoing off the far walls every now and then, accompanied only by the sound of an exhaust fan that is circulating the air, as there are no windows that can be seen.
'Why do I keep coming back here? Why do I have to keep remembering what happened? I wanted so badly to forget and not let these memories haunt me… And yet… I just can't get rid of them!!'
She takes a deep breath and we hear a moaning sound behind her. The moaning turns into a soft sobbing, and she closes her eyes slowly, biting her lower lip.
'I don't want to remember… Please… Why is this haunting me now?!'
Despite her pleas, she can't help herself. She turns to see a cage behind her. On the hard concrete floor, a sobbing form lies… naked… bruised… bloodied… still bleeding from various wounds that are healing but slowly as she looks on. She walks over and places a hand on the door of the cage and lowers herself down to look at the broken form in front of her.
'I don't want to remember what happened during that time with Bruno… The pain… the suffering… the agony… the anguish… But no matter what I do, I just can't seem to get past it. He'd kidnapped me… used me… raped me, both mentally and physically… experimented on me, even knowing I was pregnant with another man's child… And it feels like every night I keep reliving that experience. Over and over again… It just won't go away.'
She hears movement, and the form inside of the cage lifts it's head, looking around in fear. It's Gothika in her much younger state. She starts to scoot herself along the concrete floor against the far end of the cage and curls up into herself as if she's trying to make herself as small as possible, her eyes wide with the fear, shame, and anger that roils within her. She knows he's going to come in and take her again… take her to that room with the table, and the instruments of pain that he uses on her time and time again. She hears his chuckle and he steps out of the darkness right next to where she is so quickly and presses his face against the bars of the cage.
"BOO!"
She shrieks and tries to scramble away from him and he throws his head back, laughing evilly.
"Oh, my poor Damia… You look absolutely dreadful. And it's only been a few days. I haven't even begun the fun parts yet. This is just the beginning stages. I'm enjoying myself with what I was denied so many years ago…"
He walks around the cage slowly until he comes to the door. He presses a series of numbers into the keypad and the door's locking mechanism clicks open and she screams, scrambling back towards the far side of the cage. He opens the door slowly and slips inside of the cage, licking his lips slowly. He walks over to her and grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her to her feet. She shrieks and trembles in his tight grip, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
"Please… Please Bruno… Don't do this. Please just let me go!"
He puts his face about an inch away from hers and inhales deeply, growling softly as he does.
"Mmmmmm… Damia, you smell so good right now. Your fear has filled you and I can literally taste it in the air surrounding you. And I still don't understand why you fear this so badly."
She slides her hands to cover her stomach and slowly lowers her eyes down to her stomach which still hasn't started to show. He throws his head back and laughs again.
"So, you're still hanging onto that bullshit story about being pregnant?"
She lifts her chin slightly and glares at him.
"It's not a story! I found out the day you kidnapped me you filthy piece of crap!!"
He growls and shakes her roughly, making her bite her tongue and then laughs again.
"There!! That's the fight and spirit that I had been trying to break you of for so long!! I'm glad to see that I haven't broken you of it… at least not yet anyway."
She curls her top lip into a snarl.
"Fuck you Bruno!!"
He suddenly hisses sharply at her, baring his fangs and she cringes a bit and he laughs at her flash of fear.
"You already have Damia… Or do you need another reminder of my sexual prowess?"
She smirks and chuckles.
"So you call tying me down to a cold metal exam table and raping me sexual prowess? I call it the lowest of the low… Can't get it unless the other person is helpless. I had a better time putting in a tampon and got more penetration from it than what you did."
Bruno smirks wickedly and grabs the back of her hair, pulling it back sharply, making her grunt, but she doesn't make any other sound, just glares at him angrily.
"Well, don't worry… I have other things that I can penetrate you with…"
He starts to laugh and his fangs slowly start to extend. She starts to struggle, but he's got her caught tightly in an iron grip. He suddenly strikes like a snake, his fangs sinking roughly into her skin, making her scream at the invasion. She tries to beat him off of her, but it's been days since she'd eaten anything, and with the torture over the past few days, she can do nothing but go limp in his arms and sink into oblivion…
'After that day, he didn't rape me again, but he became brutally sadistic with his experimentation. He injected me with whatever it was he had concocted Afterwards, things progressed pretty quickly, and he wanted to see how I'd react to certain things. Apparently, it's not normally an overnight change from human to vampire, but my change took place in a matter of hours. And he became… quite creative in creating my own little version of hell on earth.'
The scene comes back to light in flashes, showing glimpses of what she went through. There's one point she's been tied down to the table and long needles like acupuncture needles or senbon are being jabbed into her body over and over again until she looks like a giant bloody pin cushion. In another flash, Bruno is pouring burning hot oil over certain spots of her body over and over again, leaving horrible burns on her skin. In another flash, he uses a scalpel to flay the flesh from her arms and legs. But it didn't take long after the change took place in Gothika's body for her to begin to show. And with Bruno keeping her naked, there was no way of hiding it. Two weeks into her confinement, there was no way to deny that she was obviously pregnant, as one day, she went from a slight bump to looking like she was about six months pregnant overnight. She'd had horrible cramping that night, but had been tortured so badly after being basically roasted over hot coals for an hour, put in a deep freezer to hang by her wrists for four hours, then having blood forced down her throat, she could have slept through a hurricane. And when she woke to find the large swelling of her stomach, all she could do was cry and rub her belly gently.
"Don't worry baby… I won't let him hurt you… We're getting out of here as soon as we can…"
She puts her hands on her stomach and sees movement as a little foot kicks and she starts to cry harder. And at that moment, she knows he's been watching her and looks up quickly to find him standing in the darkness.
"So… You were telling the truth after all… This adds a whole new dimension to my research… And you can dream all you want, you're not going anywhere Damia. You're my creature now."
He opens the cage door and starts to enter, and Gothika suddenly shrieks and launches herself at him, punching and kicking like a mad woman, but he just grabs her and throws her hard into the bars of the cage, making her head hit the metal with a loud thunk. It rings her bells, and Bruno grabs her by the hair and drags her to the exam room. As he does, she struggles the whole way. She grabs his hand and uses it for leverage and gets up a bit onto her feet, then pulls him down to the ground in a judo flip, and climbs on top of him and starts to pummel him. Even though she's not eaten a proper meal in the past two weeks, she's gotten markedly stronger, and he has a time, tussling with her. However, he finally gets her in a headlock and drags her bodily over to the table and injects her with a sedative. Not enough to knock her out, but just enough to take the fight out of her. He locks her down on the table, this time using metal restraints and chains instead of leather straps. She blinks slowly as she still tries to fight, and tears slip from her eyes.
"Puh… Puh… Please… my… my baby… Don't hurt my baby…"
Bruno leans over and whispers in her ear.
"I am going to dissect your child Damia. This baby apparently went from two and a half months development to six, maybe even seven months development in about two weeks. And I simply must find out what it is that we have created here."
For the first time since she'd been injected, Gothika's eyes changed to a bright almost flaming blood red and she throws her head back and howls in anger, and her teeth suddenly elongate, ripping through her gums in a wash of blood and saliva to become fangs, and with a sudden strike, she sinks them into Bruno's neck. As her fangs rip into his body, he howls in anger and pain, trying to pull her off of him, but he knows that with where she's caught him, if he pulled wrong, she'd rip his throat out. Instead, she lets the taste of his blood slip into her, and she starts to drink greedily. After a few minutes, her eyes start to close, and she sinks back against the table, looking like she's drunk. He leans over her, holding a hand to his neck as it closes visibly.
"Your first taste of vampire blood… I guess I should have warned you that it's not like drinking a human's blood. To protect the species, it works almost like taking a sleeping pill. Couple that with what I gave you already, and this should make things go a little easier for me."
He pulls back from her and picks up a scalpel, turning it over in his hand slowly. Her eyes roll around in their sockets slowly.
"Buh… Bastard…"
He slides the scalpel along her skin, and a thin line of red shows, but it doesn't go any further than that thin line of red. He frowns and tries to cut her again, but the scalpel won't go any further than a few centimeters into her skin. He howls and throws the scalpel across the room, and she chuckles up at him in her almost drunken haze.
"Good baby…"
Bruno leans forward and growls in her face.
"If I can't have it now, that's ok. Because I'm sure it will be ready to pop in less than a week, and I'll dissect it after it's born… as you sit and watch."
Oblivion takes her over again and in the dark, flashes of more torture shows, coupled with moments of Gothika rubbing her ever swelling middle.
'He was right… Five days later, my water broke, and I gave birth… But it wasn't what either of us thought it would be...'
Gothika is strapped to a birthing table, covered in a sheet with a hole over her stomach. She's screaming her head off as her belly convulses with movement.
"OH MY GOD!! IT'S RIPPING ME OPEN!!! GET IT OUT!! GET IT OUT!!"
Bruno watches as what looks like a paw presses against the underside of Gothika's belly and slides along the inside of her skin. She shrieks as it does and he just smiles evilly, then picks up a scalpel and starts to slice along her stretched skin. This time, it parts like paper, but he doesn't have to cut a second time, as a tiny clawed hand shreds the inside of her stomach. She shrieks again as she looks down at what she's giving birth to. Or to put it better, at what is climbing it's way out of her. It's covered in reptilian skin and fur, with fangs like a snake, and it's markings on it's fur resembling a tiger. It even had a wolf tail that was swishing back and forth as it pulled itself from her stomach with a plaintive wail. As it hit the air, it started to grow as it laid on her chest. Bruno reached out and picked it up, putting it in a small cage nearby after cutting the cord. She laid there in shock at what just happened.
“My baby!! You made it into a monster!!!”
She suddenly started to shriek again as she looked down and saw another small hand reaching out of the hole in her abdomen. This one was formed perfectly. She reached down and it grabbed hold of her finger tightly as it started to climb out of her. A little girl with a head full of curly hair comes out, with a wail. But when she opens her mouth to scream, Gothika sees the tiny fangs on the roof of her mouth. As she’s holding the screaming child on her chest, it too, just like the other starts to grow. Within a few minutes, she’s the size of a two year old. Gothika starts to cry because she knows what’s going on.
“No no no!! Please… not you too!!”
Bruno turns from the cage to see the toddler turn into a five year old girl in the span of a few minutes. He rushes and grabs an empty syringe to draw some of her blood as the aging process continues right there in Gothika’s arms. The little girl looks up and blinks at Gothika and smiles.
“Momma!”
Gothika nods slowly and strokes the hair that has grown down the little girl’s back.
“Yes… I’m your momma!”
The little girl blinks and makes a face of pain as her body shifts again to the age of about ten in a matter of moments.
“Momma… What’s my name?”
Gothika watches as her child continues to age as she holds her. She leans over and kisses the now fifteen year old on her forehead gently, then pulls back as she’s staring into the eyes of a twenty year old.
“Hope. You’re Hope Lauren Baxter.”
The little girl looks over at the cage with the other baby in it, then back to Gothika.
“And my brother?”
Gothika looks over at the cage and sees that even though the baby looks monstrous, it has her eyes. She blinks and whispers.
“He’s Gregory."
The aging progresses more rapidly now, and Gothika gasps as she’s looking into the eyes of a fifty year old woman in a blink. Her daughter smiles up at her and lifts a hand that is starting to wrinkle up to wipe her tears away.
“I’m Hope momma. I’m Hope, he’s Gregory… Please don’t cry momma… You will see us again.”
The now eighty year old woman closes her eyes and whispers to her mother.
“Thank you for my name Momma. I love you Momma… We both do…”
With those last words, she closes her eyes, and her body withers on her mother’s chest and turns to dust. She looks at the cage with her other child and sees that the reptilian/furred child had also grown exponentially and died. Gothika throws her head back and wails.
}
As the wailing fills her mind, she suddenly starts awake and lifts a hand to her face, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“I will never forget…”
<hr size=1 color=darkred><hr size=1 color=darkred>
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/roproductions/Lyrique/gothikakatesiggie1.jpg width=300>
<hr size=1 color=darkred><hr size=1 color=darkred>
<hr size=1 color=darkred><hr size=1 color=darkred>
<hr size=1 color=darkred><hr size=1 color=darkred>
_______ >>>>> ******* <<<<< _______
… END OF FEED ...
_______ >>>>> ******* <<<<< _______
<hr size=1 color=darkred><hr size=1 color=darkred>
