Climax Control, 8/01/13
Event: SCW's Climax Control DATE: Sunday, 09/1/2013
Place: Aruba Venue: Hadicurari Beach
Match: Non-Title Bombshell Match
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Summer XXXTreme was a DISASTER for the Angels of the Fallen!! They were robbed of their titles by the negligence of the referee, Drew Patton! Could it be that before the match, Drew was 'coerced' by the Queen of the Damned? It certainly seemed the case, as he allowed flagrant cheating to go on, right under his nose. But it's of no importance to the Angels of the Fallen… As they are not ones to harp on the misconduct of others… They've decided it's time to set their sights on bigger and better fish… They've proven the point of the disgraceful goings on within the management of the company… And have come to a few decisions… What have they decided? Only time will reveal the thoughts floating around in the minds of the Angels of the Fallen… But if I know these women as well as I think I do… They're certainly not pretty… And Lord help those that might stand in their way… As the Caribbean tour gets underway, what will unfold for the Angels of the Fallen and the rest of the Sin City Wrestling? Let's find out...
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Time: August 22, 2013… 11:30 PM…
Place: Aruba… Location: Unkonwn...
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The moon was still rising in the night sky, but it was hanging a bright yellowish orange in the sky. You could hear the sounds of the people enjoying the summer nights in this tourist's trap of a location, the music is echoing through the night almost like the beat of a heart. The air is crisp with a cool wind, but the heat surrounding the city was still impressive. She'd decided to wear just a simple black stretch skirt, and a pair of black sandals, and a sarong style black halter top that hung open at the waist to show a stretch of taut and well muscled tummy.
She's walking down the streets towards the strip of night clubs. It's still kind of early, but she knows that there are people heading to the clubs, that would be easy pickings. She'd already drawn all that she could from the group that she'd brought on the ship with her, and let's face it… she was just hungry. Plain and simple… just hungry.
She had warned Argento that this would happen. She'd told him that as her ferocity in the ring increased, so would her hunger. She'd brought along forty five voluntary donors, and in the course of only a couple of weeks, they were already showing the signs of wear and tear that would come with constant feedings. She sighs as she starts to speak to the camera that is constantly following her.
"Roxi Johnson… The self proclaimed superhero… She goes out to help the weak and helpless… defend those who need defending, and stands for truth, justice, and cookies… What a noble sacrifice she is making… Little does she know that in the end, she’s stepping against not a supervillian, but a monster, who’s hellbent on making her into her next meal. That’s right… Roxi… I’ve set my sights on turning you into lunch… And taking the necessary step towards taking that Bombshell Championship from your twitching, mask clad fingers. Superhero? You’re no superhero… All you are is the next stepping stone in my path towards greatness. And once I’ve stepped over you, and finally gotten my hands on the Bombshell Championship… I can finally take my revenge on those that have caused me no small amount of heartache. You’re a means to an end… And it will be ME who ends your time as champion."
“I’ve been working so hard to keep myself in check… Just to stop myself from enjoying the carnage that I cause in the ring… but simply put, I can’t… The monster in me has taken hold completely. The doctors that Mark Ward was convinced to send me to with Argento… They’re fools. They think I’m crazy. .. They think I’m deranged, and that I am a psychopath because when I look at all of their ink blots, and they talk to me about what I want and what is going on, all I can tell them about is the red stuff. All I see is blood, and gore and all of the things that they think I shouldn’t see. My mind is consumed with the red… and the one bright spot that keeps me sane was my Tag Team Title I shared with my friend, and Argento. Now… since all I have is Argento… the red is taking over me… It’s calling me back into the blackness that consumed me… The hunger is taking over, and I don’t want to stop it from doing so… Don’t you see Roxi… You’re food for the beast… You’re the next sacrificial lamb to be put in my path to try to placate my hunger, and until I have gold around my waist… nothing… NOTHING will be able to do that. So… just know… what happens on Climax Control is just the appetizer. When I finally get my shot at becoming the next Bombshell Champion… that will be the main course. And I will luxuriate in the exquisite flavor of your fear, and drink your essence with wild abandon. Prepare yourself Roxi. You will FEED MY NEED!!”
She looks around as she hears a sound, then slips off into a nearby doorway and stands there. A group of young guys obviously out on their way to party come laughing and joking around the corner. A tall, muscular guy with long curly hair from out of the group notices her and stops as she smiles demurely. He slips away from his group of friends who don’t even notice he’s gone and walks towards her. She takes his hand and leads him into the darkened doorway….
And a bloodcurdling shrieks of fear and pain erupt from the darkened hallway. The guy comes halfway out of the doorway, his shirt torn, chest bared and red covering him to the waist, but is stopped by the iron grip of hands on his arms. He reaches out to grab the door jamb, struggling to pull himself away from the iron grip, the look of immense fear in his eyes as he’s slowly being pulled back into the darkness. He’s shrieking over and over again...
“No!! NOOO!! NOOOOOOOO!!!! PLEASE DON’T!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!”
He’s suddenly yanked back into the darkness, his nails leaving claw marks in the wood of the doorjamb. His cries are suddenly silenced, and all you can hear is a soft sucking and moans of intense pleasure as the shot pulls into the streak of red left on the floor heading into the doorway.
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