Event: Hostile Takeover.. Sunday 04-28-2013
Venue: Ginásio Nilson Nelson ... Brasilia, Brazil
Match: BOMBSHELL MEGA MATCH - TORNADO TAG STEEL CAGE MATCH
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The Sin City Wrestling Pay Per View Hostile Takeover is fast approaching, and the wrestling world is bubbling with excitement over what is going to end up being one of the most earth shattering battles to date! The Bombshell Mega Match is sure to be filled with carnage! Bodies will be broken… Blood will certainly be spilled… Courage and skills will be put to the test. Will Team Erik be able to overcome the odds, and come out with gold around their waists? The Angels of the Fallen certainly hope so as their Bombshell Tag Team Titles are on the line along with Misty's Bombshell Championship. As the clock continues to march forward towards an epic conclusion, we're all on the edges of our seats!! Let's find out what destiny has in store for our amazing Bombshells...
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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.
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Time: April 15, 2013... 10:30 PM
Place: Brasilia, Brazil… In the Brasilia International Airport… Inside of the customs department...
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After such a long ride on an airplane, all anyone wants to do is head to somewhere that they can stretch out, have a decent meal, and then pass out for a nice long amount of sleep, wrapped in a comfy blanket. They just want to be able to have a lovely dream and get a bit of their strength back. The Angels of the Fallen however, just weren't that lucky.
Raynin was standing in the customs department with Gothika and Darknyss as six customs officers picked over their belongings. While she knew it was their job, she simply didn't like people pawing over her things. And she especially didn't appreciate strange men fondling her underwear and holding it up to discuss like it were some strange and new discovery. She leaned over and snatched a thong from one of the officer's hands after he made motions towards sniffing them and frowned.
"Hey!! That's enough!! I truly don't think that you sniffing my panties is a part of a customs inspection!! Why were we detained in the first place?"
Behind her, a voice calls out a reply.
"Because, we had a tip that you and your friends were smuggling certain items into our country. And we don't take kindly to smugglers."
She turns around to see a man who is obviously a supervisor step into view from behind a nearby door. He walks over and slips an ink pen into her bag, hooking a bra on the end and lifting it into the air to look at it with an upturned eyebrow.
"With you being from the United States, I'm sure you can appreciate our being as thorough as possible."
Darknyss looks up at that statement with a pissed off look. She growls at the man as she speaks.
"Smuggling? Do we look like smugglers to you?"
The supervisor shrugs and clasps his hands behind his back.
"Last week, I had a nine year old boy come in with a pound of heroine wrapped in condoms shoved in his rectum. Smugglers don't have a specific look. However, if I get a tip that you are smuggling, then you will be checked and searched."
Gothika lifts an eyebrow and looks the supervisor up and down slowly.
"And just who supplied you with this tip? I would like to thank them for such a gracious welcome to your country."
The supervisor smirks and shakes his head slowly.
"It was an anonymous tip. No names were given, or asked for."
Raynin rolls her eyes and sighs exasperatedly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yeah... Anonymous.... Right. Can we just hurry this along? I've been on a plane for almost thirteen hours and the past thing I was expecting to do was stand around while a bunch of perverts play with my underwear!! I'm exhausted!!!"
Just then, one of the officers gasps and holds up his hand to get his attention, speaking Portugeuse.
"Capitão! Capitão! Vinde e vedê! Vinde e vede!" ("Captain!! Captain!! Come and see!! Come and see!!")
The supervisor walks over to the man who was searching Raynin's carry on, and gasps as he reaches into the bag.
"And what do we have here?"
Raynin smirks and leans over the table.
"Well, if it's my vibrator, yes they do come in that size and color. And don't feel intimidated by it. Very few can match what Bob can do."
The man lifts his eyebrow, looking at her curiously.
"Bob?"
She nods and leans back, still smirking.
"Yeah... Bob... B-O-B... Battery Operated Boyfriend. Comes through every time. Quite literally actually. And this one is solar powered."
Darknyss leans over, her eyebrows raised in surprise.
"They come solar powered now?!"
Raynin chuckles and nods.
"Hell yeah they do. Technology is always progressing you know."
The supervisor clears his throat.
"Technology may be progressing, but it still has nothing on me."
Raynin lifts her eyebrows and chuckles, and he clears his throat again.
"As I was about to say before we were... Distracted... This is quite an interesting find here..."
With that, he pulls out Raynin's Bombshell Tag Team Championship belt and holds it up high.
"And why was this not declared?"
Raynin chuckles and shakes her head.
"Because, when we were invited to your country to do a show, we didn't think we'd have to declare our titles as a National Treasure? Come on... Seriously? It even has my name on the nameplate."
The super is of lifts his eyebrow again in curiosity.
"You?!! A Champion? Champion of what? Styling your hair? Getting your fingernails painted?"
Raynin holds her stomach and starts to guffaw laugh sarcastically, then holds up her hands to reveal unpainted fingernails. She leans over the table and points to the faceplate of the belt.
"Oh yeah, I jus tlove getting my nails doen all o the time. No you dolt... Of wrestling. Didn't you read what you're holding?"
He looks at her incredulously and starts to chuckle.
"You?!! A Luuchadora? Impossible!! You are no luchadora... You're just some... kid!!"
She smirks and reaches over to tap the face plate on the title belt gently.
"Thanks for the complimen, but you're not the only one who has underestimated my friends and I. There are many who want to get theier hands on these titles. but what they don't realize is... to get these titles, they have to go through me, and her."
She points at Gothika who smiles wickedly and wiggles her fingers in a hello then blows a kiss to the supervisor. The supervisor is about to speak when one of the oficers checking Gothika's bags opens her carryon and looks inside. He gasps and takes a step back from teh bag, putting his hands over his mouth*
"Mãe de Deus! Isto diz Gothika! Eles são os Anjos!" ("Mother of God!! This says Gothika! They are the Angels!!")
the supervisor frowm sand looks down at the face plate on the title finally and reads Ra ynin's name printed on the nameplate.
He who can destroy a thing can control a thing.
"! Impossível Não há nenhuma maneira isso é certo... Você não pode ser ... Não pode ser The Fallen. Você não precisa nem olhar como eles!! Impossível!" ("Impossible!! There's no way this is right!! You can't be... You can't be The Fallen. You don't even look like them! Impossible!!")
Gothika chuckles and shakes her head.
"Of course we don't travel in our clothes we wear in the ring, so we aren't going to look one hundered percent like ourselves. This is us in our outside clothes. As much as I enjoy wearing a leather corset, there's no way on god's green Earth I'd ever wear it for twelve hours, crushed into a plane like a bunch of sardines. I don't like them that much."
Raynin looks at Gothika witha curious look in her eye.
"You understood what he was saying?"
Gothika smirks and winks at her friend.
"Of course I did. I had to take Portuguese in college casue I already spoke French and Spanish, and I really didn't want to learn German."
Darknyss brings her fingers to her lips and whistles shrilly, waving her hands.
"Well someone fill me in on what the hell is going on! I only speak two languages right now, English and Bad English."
Raynin chuckles and shakes her head.
"He said he didn't believe we were who we said we were because we didn't look like how we look when we're in the ring."
Darknyss gapes at the supervisor and chuckles.
"ReallY? Really? do you wear your best when you're best when you're flying somewhere on a plane? Get for real!1 These girls have worked their asses of to get tehir hands on these titles, and we were invited... INVITED here to perform for the people here in your country. And since we've landed, we've been treated like pariahs! Raynin and Gothika have one of the most intense matches they will have ever been in happening in a few days, and all they've wanted was to get here, rest up, train and prepare for the rigors of a match that they have the very titles you two are holding on the line. Do you have any idea how much even a few hours spent in this farce of a search can impact their performance?!! Do you??!!"
The supervisor turns bright red and brings his fists down on the table sharply.
"Do you have any idea how much even the smallest bit of contraband in our country affects our people? I get it... This was some kind of a prank that's been pulled on me and my men, but you should be able to appreciate the need for verification."
Darknyss closes her mouth and thinks for a minute, then sighs heavily.
"I do understand the need for verification. But you should also understand our need for expedience. We're all exhausted, and have been at this for almost five hours more than we should have been. You've checked us out, checked out our things… Hell, the only thing you haven't done is strip searched us. Can we please leave now?"
The supervisor walks over to Raynin and hands her the Bombshell Tag Team Title belt and nods slowly. Raynin smiles tiredly and accepts the title belt.
"Obrigado. Muito obrigado. Thank you so very much."
The supervisor doesn't let go fully of the belt. He holds onto the end of it and stops her from turning away.
"I will let you go on one condition…"
Raynin looks up at the man with a curious look.
"What's the condition?"
The supervisor smirks and lets go of the title belt.
"Kick Vixen's bunda for me. That's her ass if you're wondering Miss Darkk. I think she's a… a… uma prostituta garimpo. What you would call a gold digging hoe I believe. She keeps jumping from partner to partner, just doing whatever she can to try and get the titles from you. All she wants is the title and doesn't care who she uses or hurts along the way to get it."
Gothika chuckles and nods slowly.
"See, I told you that everyone else knew what she was doing. It wasn't just us. We've got more people backing us than you thought Raynin."
Raynin grins and nods slowly, the supervisor holds out his hand.
"So we have a deal?"
Raynin takes his hand and shakes it firmly.
"Oh, that's a deal I'm more than happy to take. Poor little Roxi Johnson won't know what hit her. In the end, she and Vixen will be left in the center of the ring, wondering where everyone else is while we're outside of the ring, being handed our Bombshell Championship Titles back. I think this is gonna be fun."
The camera zooms in on the clasped hands of Raynin and the supervisor as the scene fades out.
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Time: April 20, 2013… 11:30 PM
Place: Brasilia, Brazil… Club Sanguíneo
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The place was thick with bodies all crushed on the dance floor of the place, grinding and banging their heads to the sounds of the music as it pumped through the PA system. The smell of incense, sweat, perfume, cologne, and promised sex filled the air, along with the heady scent of something a little more… dark hidden just underneath the incense that filled the large room.
When the four of them walked into the room, it was line a sharp intake of breath took place, and most of the eyes in the room turned to the door. The Angels of the Fallen stood there, looking around the room. Darknyss, Raynin and Gothika seem to fit in, but Michelle looks like she's out of place. Darknyss is in a royal purple corset and shiny black leather pants with black pumps. Raynin is wearing a black leather halter top and black stretch jeans with a black lace collar around her throat, and platformed boots. Gothika is wearing her trademark black rubber corset and patent leather pants, and lug bottomed boots, but her arms and chest are bare. Michelle is wearing a punk school girl outfit, a blue plaid halter top vest and matching short skirt with a pair of saddle shoe high heels with a teddy bear backpack, and her hair in pigtails. They all take a deep breath almost as one and Darknyss said what was really on their mind.
"Wow… who knew that even down here, they know about She Wants Revenge."
Gothika shakes her head and chuckles.
"She Wants Revenge crosses borders and barriers my dear."
Michelle looks down at what she's wearing and frowns a bit.
"Are you sure this is ok for this type of place? I think I look soooo Hellas out of place right about now."
Gothika looks her up and down and shrugs.
"I don't know… I think you look awesome as usual Chelly. Now, do all of you have the armbands I gave you?"
Michelle, Raynin and Darknyss each lift their left arms to show these armbands with strange symbols written on them.
"Yeah, but why do we need them and you don't?"
Gothika looks around the room and smiles softly.
"Because… they're VIP armbands… They signify you as like my plus one... And I was invited and am on the list, so I get full access."
Raynin lifts her eyebrow and looks at Gothika warily. Gothika lifts a hand and smooths a stray strand of hair back into place.
"I promise… You'll all be fine. Look, we came here to let loose a bit after the last few days of agony that Darknyss has put us through with training… Well, everyone but you Michelle who sat around and sipped iced tea while she tortured us."
Michelle pouts and holds up her hands.
"But if I'd did what you guys were doing, I'd have broken a nail!! I still can't believe she had you in cages with ten men… Though one of those guys was Hellas smexay… Well, at least he was until you raked his face against the chain link Raynin. I was thinking of getting his number once you guys were let out of the cage!"
Raynin chuckles and rolls her neck a bit.
"Well, he wouldn't have gotten his face raked against the chain link if he hadn't have been trying to rip my head off. Besides, you better believe that when we get into the ring with Vixen, Roxi, Odette and Faith, we're not gonna be as lucky as we were in the ring against the guys. At least they knew it was just for practice. These chicks have their sights set on what we have. Personally, I could give a rats ass about what anyone thinks of me. But there's no way in hell I'm about to stand back and listen to some of what these females have been saying about us. They think we're weak. They think we're a bunch of one hit wonders. Hell, Roxi Johnson still doesn't understand why we are even Tag Team Champions. But after this match, they will understand. We're holding these titles because we deserve them. We fought for them. And we are that damned good."
Gothika nods slowly and shrugs.
"But you have to remember… When we come into these matches, we don't come into them like we're the Champions. We approach each match like we're gunning for the titles. It's as if our opponents are the Champions and we're the number one contenders. We don't let ourselves become complacent. We stay on top of our game and we fight like our very lives depend on it. That's one reason why we're so dangerous. Champion or not, step into the ring against us and it's your body that you put on the line. It's more than just a matter of pride with us. We do what we must because… well, we must do it."
Gothika takes her friends' hands and pulls them into the room and push them onto the dance floor.
"Go on… have some fun. I'll be out there in a sec. I need a drink."
As the others go onto the dance floor and begin to move, Raynin stops and has a seat at a table near the dance floor and pulls out her phone. She taps on an app and a button cam on Gothika's corset goes on. She knows she shouldn't be spying on her friend, but she's been worried about her. She gasps as she sees what is happening on the screen. Gothika has walked into a room in the back where there are an array of half naked people, all laying on various couches and chairs, and covered with bite marks. She can't see Gothika's face, but she watches her arm lift and point to a handsome man who's sprawled on a divan with only one bite mark on his neck. She hears a voice speak.
"Uma excelente escolha. Esta é Davide. Ele é um dos meus favoritos pessoais. Ele tem um tipo de sangue muito raro eu acho que você vai encontrar deliciosos." ("An excellent choice. This is Davide. He's one of my personal favorites. He's got a very rare blood type I think you will find delicious.")
The young man stands and walks over to Gothika and all you can see is his chest as he walks up to her. But you can hear his groan and see his body shake, then the slow spill of red going down to cover the button cam. Raynin gasps and shakes her head and can't help but keep watching as the young man is suddenly pushed from Gothika's grip and she spins to see Argento standing in front of her.
"Argento??!! What are you doing here??!!"
He looks around confused.
"Gothika… I followed you here. I missed you and wanted to spend some time with… what is going on here?"
Gothika wipes the red from her body and she throws her arms up in the air.
"What do you think is going on here? I'm so fucking hungry!!! I hadn't fed in weeks!! And with this big match coming up, I had to eat someone!!"
Then she suddenly gasps.
"Oh no… it's not safe here for you!! You have to leave!! Now!!"
A voice behind her speaks again.
"Não. Ele veio aqui de sua livre e espontânea vontade, então ele é um jogo livre. Ele é uma boneca de sangue livre. Nós o trouxemos para você, porque ele pediu para você pelo nome, mas se você não reclamar, ele é perdido, e vai se juntar aos outros. " ( "No. He came here of his own free will, so he is free game. He is a free blood doll. We brought him to you because he asked for you by name, but if you do not claim him, he is forfeit, and will join the others.")
Argento is suddenly grabbed by two large men and he struggles against them, but stops dead as soon as he sees their fangs.
"Eu estou esperando que você não reclamá-lo ... ele parece delicioso." ("I'm hoping you don't claim him... he looks delicious.")
Argento stops dead in his tracks and looks to Gothika with a pleading look.
"Well, I've been asking you to take me for a long time now… I guess it's up to you. Either you take me, or my life is forfeit. Which will you choose?"
Gothika's voice trembles in desperation.
"Argento… you don't know what you're asking me to do."
Argento nods slowly.
"Of course I do. Now come and do it."
The two men drop Argento's arms, and he walks towards Gothika, wrapping his arms around her. We suddenly hear him moan and a soft sucking, as red again covers the button cam and the scene fades out.
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