[Christian Underwood]

 First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 04/25/2015
England: 04:59am Sunday 04/26/2015

Post all RPs for this match here.

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 Raynin, Mayhem In Morocco, Pay Per View RP 1
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Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Pay Per View, Mayhem In Morocco    DATE: 05/03/2015
 
Place: Casablanca, Morocco
 
 Venue:  Salle Mohammed V  
 
Match:  IN THE MAIN EVENT…  WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE DEFENSE MATCH
 
Opponent:   VS.  AMY MARSHALL

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 Chyeah buddy!!  That's right!!  The title is firmly around the waist of the Warrior Angel, and she showed evidence of that at Climax Control this past Sunday night, by not just pinning the shoulders of her Number One Contender, Amy Marshall, in a mixed Tag Team Match up with the World Heavyweight Champion, Garbiel as her partner,  but she did it with style and grace!!  Now it's time for the Sin City Wrestling's Pay Per View, Mayhem in Morocco!!  And she will defend her Championship against the woman whose shoulders she'd just pinned on Climax Control, Amy Marshall!!  Can she keep the momentum going in her favor?  Will she ever get the chance to be alone with the bear of her dreams?  Will the Other get out and wreak havoc in the Sin City Wrestling again?   Will the Rebellious Champion have what it takes to walk out of the Pay Per View, still the SCW's World Bombshell Champion?  I hope she will... But we will CERTAINLY find out...   Let's see what happens, shall we…  
 
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So, I know what you're expecting... It's the Sahara desert...  North Africa...  You'd think it'd be hot as fuck out here...  But surprise!!  Mother Nature played one hell of a trick on you!!  I ain't hot.   It's sunny as hell, but technically, it's winter time here.   Summer time in the southern hemisphere is in October...  So right now, it's technically winter time, and it's cold.  Not quite frigid, cause yeah... it's the friggin' desert...  But still, it's cold.  Like...  'you need a jacket and scarf' cold.

So...  Here she was...  On the back of a horse... traipsing around the Sahara desert with Gothika and Gothika's main squeeze, Michael Argento, having let them drag her off in search of some archeological find...  some ruins or something or other... so she can sit back and ooohh, and aaahhh about seeing some old bricks with some special paintings out in the desert.   At first it sounded all good... a chance to get a bit of a tan...  some time spent on horseback...  a leisurely ride...  it all sounded like some good fun.  Boy, was she wrong...  

Truthfully, she was sweaty, hot and cold at the same time, she was itchy, she stunk like an old stinking horse who smelled like he hadn't had a good bath in his entire life, and the guide that was with them kept making eyes at her, and licking his lips and if he made one more rude and chauvinistic comment to her, she was going to put her foot down his throat and leave her boot there so he'd be burping boot leather for the rest of his natural born life.  Yeah, he was saying it in Arabic, thinking she wouldn't know what he was talking about...  How could he have known that she is fluent in five languages besides English and Spanish, two of which are the Punjabi and Egyptian Arabic, as well as Japanese, Italian, French and Swahili.   I mean, she was in Special Forces for Pete's sake...  This wasn't her first time in Morocco, and it wasn't her first time in the desert either...  But right about now, this guy was about three words from finding out just why she was her squad's leader, and why they were the only squad to have a perfect record for successful missions in her company.  

Yeah, I know that most see her and think she's just some pretty airhead, or even a thug from the projects depending on what she's wearing from day to day.  Or even worse...  one of the chicks who hang with the so called "papi chulos" who walk around with their pants hanging around their knees with a bandana wrapped around their foreheads so low that they can't see without tipping their heads back.  Yeah, she's a Latina, and a Mexican American...  but she hated the stereotypes that are being perpetrated these days.    She had a brain and she knew how to use it very well.  Yes, she was a professional wrestler.  Yes she was pretty.  But this guy must be pretty damned stupid to not think that combination meant she could handle herself mentally as well as physically.

Growing up, she had heard all of the jokes, and was called all of the rude names that they could come up with, from wet back to beaner, to fence jumper, to all manner of things, even though her father was black.  The fact that she spoke spanish, and took after her mother in looks just meant that she would get it from all sides.  She was called the n-word, half breed, even had a dumb kid tell her that she was only supposed to eat tacos, fried chicken and watermelon and wasn't supposed to have bologna sandwiches and chips for lunch as an excuse for him to steal her lunch every day.   And of course, the teachers did nothing... that is until the day she jumped off of the monkey bars and caught the idiot kid with a flying missile drop kick.   And of course it was her fault because she'd 'enticed' the little idiot into bullying HER...  At least that’s what his rich parents had said about her.  They thought she was just some little street urchin who was trying to start issues in school, but when her father stepped into the room and spoke eloquently and educatedly, that shocked them even more.   She'd always been very proud of her father...  And after he was gone, she'd had to fend for herself against the bullies AND their prejudiced and sexist parents.

Now, even after all of these years, she's still have to face the prejudice and the sexism, and it was making her lose it.  She gritted her teeth and pulled her horse up close to the guide that has been talking under her clothes all day, and she says this to him in his own language, which shocked not just him, but his friends who were riding with the group...  

"ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮਾਫ਼ ਕਰੋ. ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮੁਸਕਰਾ ਅਤੇ ਹਰ ਸ਼ਬਦ ਨੂੰ ਸੁਣਨ, ਉਸ ਨੂੰ ਬੈਠੇ ਗਿਆ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ-ਹੈ ਮੇਰੇ ਦੋਸਤ ਬਾਰੇ ਕਿਹਾ ਅਤੇ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਆਪਣੇ ਦੋਸਤ ਨੂੰ. ਮੈਨੂੰ ਵੀ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਕਿਹਾ ਹੈ ਕੀਤਾ ਹੈ qui ਕੁਝ ਦਾ ਇੱਕ ਹਿੱਸਾ ਕਹਿਣ ਲਈ ਨਸ ਅਤੇ audacity ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਹੈਰਾਨ ਅਤੇ ਹੈਰਾਨ ਹੈ. ਹੁਣ, ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ... ਮੈਨੂੰ ਆਪਣੇ ਕੰਮ ਅਤੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਦੋਸਤ ਨੂੰ ਲੈਣ ਲਈ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਉਮੀਦ ਕਰ ਰਿਹਾ ਹੈ ਬਕਵਾਸ ਦੇ ਟੁਕੜੇ humping ਊਠ ਅਤੇ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਤੁਹਾਡੇ promis ਤੌਰ ਖੰਡਰ ਕਰਨ ਲਈ, ਅਤੇ ਮੈਨੂੰ, ਜੇ, ਇਸ ਕਰਕੇ, ਸਾਡੇ ਬਾਰੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਮੂੰਹ ਬੰਦ ਚੱਲ ਨੂੰ ਰੋਕਣ ਲਈ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਉਮੀਦ ਰਿਹਾ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ, ਮੈਨੂੰ ਚੱਟਾਨ ਅਤੇ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਇੱਕ ਮੱਛੀ ਚਾਹੁੰਦੇ ਮੰਨ ਦੀ ਦੇ ਨੇੜੇ 'outcropping ਪਿੱਛੇ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਬੰਦ ਖਿੱਚ ਹੈ, ਅਤੇ scavengers ਵੱਧ ਚੁੱਕਣ ਲਈ ਇੱਥੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਗੰਦੀ ਲਾਸ਼ ਨੂੰ ਬਾਹਰ ਛੱਡ ਜਾਵੇਗਾ ਨਾ ਕਰੋ. ਅਤੇ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਉਹ ਕੀ ਕਰਦੇ ਹੋ, ਕੁਝ ਜਾਨਵਰ ਦਾ ਇੱਕ ਜਿਨਸੀ ਸਰੋਗੇਟ ਦੇ ਤੌਰ ਤੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਖੋਪੜੀ ਨੂੰ ਵਰਤਣ ਲਈ, ਜੋ ਕਿ ਉਮੀਦ ਕਰ ਰਿਹਾ ਹੈ. ਹੁਣ, ਆਪਣੇ ਪਿੱਛੇ ਦੇ ਬਾਹਰ ਤੁਹਾਡੇ ਸਿਰ ਵਿੱਚ ਪ੍ਰਾਪਤ ਕਰੋ ਅਤੇ 'ਤੇ ਲੈ. ਅਸ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਹੋਰ ਸਾਡੇ ਨਾਲ ਚਾਰਜ ਕਰਨ ਦੀ ਉਮੀਦ ਕਰ ਰਹੇ ਕਰਕੇ shoulds-ਹੈ, ਇੱਕ ਘੰਟੇ ਲਿਆ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਇੱਕ ਯਾਤਰਾ 'ਤੇ ਤਿੰਨ ਘੰਟੇ ਦੇ ਲਈ ਇੱਥੇ ਬਾਹਰ ਗਿਆ ਹੈ, qui ਵਾਪਰ ਨਾ ਕਰੇਗਾ. ਪਿਹਲ qui ਸਹਿਮਤੀ ਦੀ ਰਕਮ ਦੇ ਅਸਲ ਵਿਚ, ਸਾਨੂੰ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਭੁਗਤਾਨ ਕਰੇਗਾ ਅੱਧੇ ਸਰਾਸਰ ਨਾਲ ਸ਼ੁਰੂ ਕਰਨ ਲਈ overcharged ਸੀ.  à¨¹à©à¨£ ... ਟਾਵਰ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਤੇ ਪ੍ਰਾਪਤ ਕਰੋ ਅਤੇ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਇਸ 'ਤੇ ਪ੍ਰਾਪਤ ਕਰਨਾ ਚਾਹੀਦਾ ਹੈ."

[ MainÅ« māfa karō. MainÅ« musakarā atÄ“ hara Å›abada nÅ« suṇana, usa nÅ« baiá¹­hÄ“ gi'ā hai ki tuhānÅ«-hai mÄ“rÄ“ dōsata bārÄ“ kihā atÄ“ mainÅ« āpaṇē dōsata nÅ«. MainÅ« vÄ« tuhānÅ« kihā hai kÄ«tā hai qui kujha dā ika hisā kahiṇa la'Ä« nasa atÄ“ audacity tuhānÅ« hai ki hairāna atÄ“ hairāna hai. Huṇa, tuhānÅ«... MainÅ« āpaṇē kama atÄ“ mÄ“rÄ“ dōsata nÅ« laiṇa la'Ä« tuhānÅ« umÄ«da kara rihā hai bakavāsa dÄ“ á¹­ukaṛē humping Å«á¹­ha atÄ“ mainÅ« tuhāḍē promis taura khaḍara karana la'Ä«, atÄ“ mainÅ«, jÄ“, isa karakÄ“, sāḍē bārÄ“ āpaṇē mÅ«ha bada cala nÅ« rōkaṇa la'Ä« tuhānÅ« umÄ«da rihā tuhānÅ«, mainÅ« caṭāna atÄ“ tuhānÅ« ika machÄ« cāhudÄ“ mana dÄ« dÄ“ nēṛē'outcropping pichÄ“ tuhānÅ« bada khica hai, atÄ“ scavengers vadha cukaṇa la'Ä« ithÄ“ āpaṇē gadÄ« lāśa nÅ« bāhara chaḍa jāvÄ“gā nā karō. AtÄ“ mainÅ« uha kÄ« karadÄ“ hō, kujha jānavara dā ika jinasÄ« sarōgÄ“á¹­a dÄ“ taura tÄ“ āpaṇē khōpaṛī nÅ« varataṇa la'Ä«, jō ki umÄ«da kara rihā hai. Huṇa, āpaṇē pichÄ“ dÄ“ bāhara tuhāḍē sira vica prāpata karō atÄ“'tÄ“ lai. Asa tuhānÅ« hōra sāḍē nāla cāraja karana dÄ« umÄ«da kara rahÄ“ karakÄ“ shoulds-hai, ika ghaá¹­Ä“ li'ā hai ki ika yātarā'tÄ“ tina ghaá¹­Ä“ dÄ“ la'Ä« ithÄ“ bāhara gi'ā hai, qui vāpara nā karÄ“gā. Pihala qui sahimatÄ« dÄ« rakama dÄ“ asala vica, sānÅ« tuhānÅ« bhugatāna karÄ“gā adhÄ“ sarāsara nāla Å›urÅ« karana la'Ä« overcharged sÄ«.  Huṇa... Ṭāvara dÄ“ nāla tÄ“ prāpata karō atÄ“ dÄ“ nāla isa'tÄ“ prāpata karanā cāhÄ«dā hai. ]

{ "Excuse me.  I've been sitting her, smiling and listening to every word you have said about my friends and I to your friends.  I am shocked and appalled that you have the nerve and audacity to say even a portion of the things which you've said.  Now, you camel humping piece of crap...  I'm expecting you to do your job and take my friends and I to the ruins as you promised, and I'm expecting you to stop running your mouth off about us, because if you don't, I will drag you off behind the nearest outcropping of rock and gut you like a fish, and leave your rotten carcass out here for the scavengers to pick over.  And I'm hoping that when they do, some animal decides to use your skull as a sexual surrogate.   Now, get your head out of your behind and carry on.  We've been out here for three hours on a trip that should have taken an hour because you are hoping to charge us more, which will not happen.  In fact, we will pay you half of the previously agreed upon amount which was grossly overcharged to begin with.  Now...  Get on with the tour and let's get this over with." }

She pulled back and let the words she'd just said sink in, and after that, there was no problems with the guides.  They were professional, and actually gave a good tour.  After they had made it to the ruins, she'd decided to do a bit of exploring by herself.  She came to a place which seemed like a temple of some kind.  There was an altar, but the statue that stood just behind the altar was no where to be seen.  On the altar though, there were stains...  Centuries old stains which had seeped into the stone so deeply, you could see what it had been used for...  Sacrifices had taken place on this altar...  and blood had been spilled on the ground she was standing on.  She took a deep breath and a wicked smile came to her lips.

"Amy Marshall...  Do you know what I see me finding this place as?  I see it as an omen.  An omen and a warning to you...  There WILL BE MAYHEM IN MOROCCO!!  And it will come at your expense!!  You see...  My friends and I have talked about sacrifice many many times before.  We talk about what we give up to stand at the pinnacle of professional wrestling's summit...  But I'm curious...  I've started to wonder just what you would give up for the chance to hold onto that which I now hold, and every other Bombshell in this company covet.  For the chance to become the next World Bombshell Champion.... What would you sacrifice?  Would you sacrifice your blood?  Would you sacrifice your bones?  Would you sacrifice your body?  Would you sacrifice your sanity?  Would you put all that you hold dear on the line, just so that you could walk away as the Champion?  Look at what I've done in the past Amy.  Look at the matches that I've gone through... just for A CHANCE!!  JUST FOR A SHOT AT THE TITLE, I've put MY LIFE on the line in matches that would make you shit your pants!!  And yet... AND YET!!... you have the nerve and audacity to sit there, and think that you have what it takes to be Champion?  Please little girl!!  You aren't even worthy of the chance to shine my boots, let alone walk away as the Champion when you step into the ring against me."

She walked around behind the alter and placed her hand on one of the stains that was shaped like a heart and she sighed softly.

"Mayhem in Morocco will be the sacrificial altar for my continued escalation in stardom as the SCW World Bombshell Champion, Amy.  And do you know what role you will play?"

She smiled and laughed wickedly.

"You will be my sacrificial lamb!!"

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The desert night has a slight chill in it tonight... The threat and scent of rain has filled the air, and the night is charged with ozone as off in the distance, a flash of lightning fills the night sky, and the sound of thunder rolls in on the wind.  The shutters and doors have been shut against the oncoming onslaught of Mother Nature, as the rainstorms that normally come this time of year aren't nice and sweet.  They're not the kind that you can run out and play in.  When it rains here, the drops are huge, and just moments in the storm can drench you as if you were standing in a waterfall.  It stirs up the sand, and the winds lash against you, making it's spray as painful as being scoured with a wire brush at times.   You can tell by the continual flashes and the oncoming thunder that it's going to be a bad one.  

Where she's at right now though, it's comfy and cozy.  The sound of the wind has been blocked out by the windows, but she's opened the curtains so she could see the lightning as the storm rolls in.   The lights are off in the room, except for a single lamp off in the far corner.  The room is decked out with candles, and there's incense burning in a burner, so you know the room is smelling awesome.   There's soft, sexy music playing on the stereo from her iPhone, and you know that there's one thing that's on the mind right now.  On the bed, there are rose petals strewn everywhere, and a trail of them lead into the bathroom that's attached to the room.

In the bathroom, the lights are out, but there are candles everywhere, giving enough light for everything to be seen.  The rose petals are forming a pathway to the large, modern hot tub that's big enough to fit four people.  It's been filled, and the steam is rising off of the water as large mounds of bubbles float here and there.  between the mounds of bubbles, you can see rose petals floating as well.  as you come closer, you see a feminine foot rise out of the bubbles, dripping droplets of water from the toe.   The bubbles are parted, and we see Raynin resting in the water.   The bubbles conceal the more...  adult portions of her submerged form as she reclines against the edge of the tub.  

Her hair is piled up on top of her head in a messy bun, and tendrils of it have come a-loose and are framing her face, some of which are trailing in the water as they rests down her back and around her shoulders.  She's sitting back, sipping on champagne as she looks at a picture in a frame that's resting on the edge of the tub, hidden behind a pile of bubbles.  Beside the picture sits an ice bucket with the bottle of champagne, and a bowl of strawberries with a small bowl of honey beside it.  She moves closer to the picture and sighs softly.

"Oh my love...  I don't know why we can't be together...  I mean think about it...  You and I would be the perfect power couple.  I'm the Sin City Wrestling's World Bombshell Champion!  Who else would be the perfect mate for you??!  You help to look after one of the most influential men in the company.  Besides...  You're amazing!!  I mean look at you!!"

She picks up the picture and brings it to her lips, kissing the glass gently and leaving a large red lipstick mark on the glass.  As she pulls away from the picture, you see that it's a picture of the most well known teddy bear in Professional Wrestling, Sin City Wrestling's own Angel.  In the picture, he's holding a champagne glass.  She places the picture closer to her and moves the mound of bubbles out of the way so you can see it more clearly.  She sighs and clinks the glass of champagne against the picture and takes another sip, then sets the glass on the edge of tub beside the photo before she squirms a bit, sinking back down beneath the water to her neck.  She sighs as she slides her hands up and down her arms and shoulders, pouring small handfuls of water and bubbles over her skin.  She smiles at the photo for a moment, then picks up a strawberry and dips it in the honey before taking a slow bite.

"Between you and me, we are a part of two of the most dominant groups in the company.  The Sins dominate the Superstars, and The Fallen Dominate the Bombshells.  I mean, think about it... You and Despayre...  You two have been like two peas in a pod since heck was a pup!  And you've helped Despayre become one of the top wrestlers in the business.   And me, I'm on top of my game in every way.  And I'm going to prove it once more, when I step into the ring against Amy Marshall.  You know it's kismet that our eyes met the way that they did.  You freed me from the prison I was locked in.  It was so lonely in there.  It was just me and my tiger, Taliyah.  And The Other...  the things she made me see... made my body do...  It was a living hell in there...  But you saved me!!  And since you helped me to escape, I've been doing amazingly.  You've been so good for me.  And once we truly become a couple, there won't be anything that would stop us!!"

She  moves and turns her back to the camera, raising out of the water to her hips.  She lifts the picture up to her chest and wraps her arms around it, turning back to face the camera, the photo covering her chest as she looks down at it.

"Soon my love...  Soon, I'll really have you in my arms... All I have to do is get just two minutes with you, and I know it will be magic!  You'll never want to leave my arms... Well, unless I'm in the ring, like when I face Amy Marshall...  And when you're with Despayre...  But... but... maybe I could come down with you, and watch you work your magic with him while you're at ringside!!  Just the thought of being able to sit back and watch you do what you do...  It sends shivers down my spine!  Ooohh!!  And... And you could have him bring you down during my matches so you can root for me too!!   Like I know if you were there for me at ringside while I faced off against Amy Marshall, I'd win without even trying!!  I mean, I'm gonna win anyways...  But having you there would spark me to win even faster...  Just so I could spin with you in my arms after the victory."

She places another kiss on the photo and turns back around to place the picture on the edge of the tub, and sink back beneath the water and bubbles.  She picks up another strawberry and dips it in the honey with a long sigh, bringing it to her lips to take a slow bite.

"Maybe, what I need to do to get your attention is really take it to Amy Marshall.  Yeah... When you see just how well I defend my title, then you'll have to come running into my arms.  An amazing guy like you wouldn't want to associate with just anyone.  That's it... I'm gonna have to prove myself worthy of your affections... Isn't that right?  Is that why you're not returning my phone calls, or answering any of my text messages?  You didn't even respond to the flowers and candy that I sent you.  I thought that you'd like the chocolates, but I didn’t' even get a thank you!!!"

She brings her fist down into the water, her eyes flashing angrily as she looks at the photo of the bear, her mouth twisted into a frown.  But just as quickly as her anger rose to the surface, it quickly dissipated, and she sits back, chewing on another bite of strawberry.

"But I'll do it... I'll prove that I'm worthy of your time and your attention.  I'll prove that you being with me is the right thing to do!  Yes! That's exactly what I'll do!!  I'll use Amy Marshall as an example of just what I'm capable of... And then you'll love me!  I know you will!!  It's all just a matter of time... I'll remain the SCW's World Bombshell Champions... And soon...  WE... We'll be together!  And we'll be the most powerful couple in the company!!  My love... My sweet Angel!!"

She reaches out her hand to the picture and slides her damp fingertips down the glass slowly.  The camera zooms in on the droplets of water that are rolling slowly down the picture of the teddy bear as the scene fades out...
 

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[Christian Underwood]

 The first RP period is over!

All RPs in this thread will be counted towards RP period two!

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 05/01/2015
England: 04:59am Saturday 05/02/2015

[Amy Marshall]

 {OOC: I’ve attempted something different for part of my rp… it’s a first for me. Hope you like.}


19th April 2015
Jose Maria Martin Carpena Arena
Malaga, Spain
Climax Control #113

Andrew rolls out of the ring as Gabriel goes after him. Raynin re-enters the ring as she and Amy meet in the center of the ring. Both ladies are hitting each other with several rights and lefts. Amy gets the upper hand as she rocks Raynin. Amy notices Raynin isn't off her feet yet so she goes to bounce off the ropes. As Amy is coming towards her, Raynin catches her with a vicious spear.

Adams: What a spear

With Amy down on the mat, Raynin drags her over toward the corner. She then quickly hops up to the top turnbuckle. Without hesitation, she leaps off the turnbuckle while striking Amy with a shooting star press.

Simone: REACH FOR THE STARS

Adams: Raynin is going to do it.

Raynin hooks Amy's far leg while Jasmine slides into position.

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The bell sounds as Raynin quickly gets up to her feet.

Justin: Here are your winners Raynin and Gabriel

Gabriel doesn't seem to care that his team won as he continues to beat the living hell out of Andrew Watts. "Lose Control" strikes up as Raynin begins to celebrate her win. Gabriel stands up, looking down at Watts as he is handed the SCW World Heavyweight title.

Simone: The champions have sent a message to the challengers as we head towards

Mayhem in Morocco!

Adams: They did not mess around here.

Gabriel raises the title belt over a fallen Watts.

Another match and another loss to Raynin, but as someone pointed out to me, intergender matches are unpredictable and they suck… and in mine and Andrews case, we hope that this loss doesn’t effect us when it comes to our respective world title matches at Mayhem in Morocco.

Taking a look at Raynin, I try to ignore the fact that she had beaten me twice in a row now and it was time to focus on winning the title back in Morocco and prove that I wasn’t a one hit wonder… catching my breath, I roll myself from the ring, as I look on as Gabriel beats on Andrew… feeling powerless to help and fearing of my own beating from Raynin, I just wait and watch Gabriel. Their rivalry more fierce and dangerous than Raynin’s and mine would ever be and even more build up with them being at each other throats for months.

In a way I envied them, however, with the many matches that I already had with Raynin and The Fallen… our title match would have bound to happen.

Spotting my opportunity, I crawl around the ring where Andrew lay prone from the beating he had just gotten from Gabriel, keeping a small distance away from Gabriel in case he decides to come back for some more or even turn his attentions to me.

”I’m sorry Andrew.”

I briefly run my hand across his face, as I had felt the need to apologise, not only because I was the one pinned plus the build up on my part wasn’t all that great, and because of me, Andrew wouldn’t have been in that situation.  Crawling back away, I gradually get to my feet, where I stagger towards the entrance and then into the backstage area.

Once in the backstage area, I continue walking for a bit, as I get as far away as possible to avoid Raynin and Gabriel, however, I couldn’t get away from one the three roving reporters and as I stopped to catch my breath, Scott Oliver caught up with me.

“Hey Amy…”

“Scotty”

“I’m not going to take up your time considering the outcome, but can I have your thoughts and opinions on your match tonight.”

“Sure.”

Scott smiles, as I sit on the nearest packing crate, I move some hair from my face as I look at Scott.

“Ladies and Gents… Amy Marshall.”

I smile and then look down the camera

Well it’s two-nil to you Raynin and while most people would give up and go home… I am not. I’m hoping that third time is a charm and I walk away with my championship gold in Morocco.

You see Raynin… tonight meant nothing; it was a teaser match for what it to come at Mayhem in Morocco, where it will be full on non-stop action and you will find that I am not going to lay down with ease.  You can think all you like that you have the upper hand and know what I think and no doubt probably going to say, but sadly for you… all your facts and opinions of me are all wrong.

Climax Control 111, I may have had all the confidence in the world after defeating Delia, but I never took you lightly and I’m never ever going to do it in the future… even when I am facing your tag partner, Gothika.  As I said many times… you have a nasty habit of getting title shots and walking away as champion.  This is why I don’t sit back and this is why I don’t take you lightly… you were just simply better than me that night and tonight.

I accept that I fucked up that night and tonight… it was 100% my fault for letting Andrew down and letting you and Gabriel get the upper hand going into Mayhem in Morocco, I just hope that Andrew bounces back and beats Gabriel and I’m expecting the same.

Enjoy your time as bombshell champion… because your reign will be just as long as mine.

I walk away from Scott as finish the interview and begin to head back my locker room to change and return back to the hotel for a long soak in the bath and forget about my second loss to Raynin in a matter of a few week.


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Thursday 23rd April 2015
Offices of Maureen Zelensky
Las Vegas, NV
Time: 2:50pm

I look at up the clock giving myself a momentary distraction from the ongoing bickering between the married couple that sat in front of me… Jason and Carly O’Connell married for a year after a whirlwind romance and now realise that they have different tastes and both saying that one another has supposedly changed.  Having seen them for only a few weeks, they were stubborn but it was early days.

“Jason… Carly…”

I clear my throat to get their attention, however, they continue to argue and shout at each other, I as just shake my head.

“You are such a bitch!”

“Fuck you asshole!”

“ENOUGH!”

I shout catching their attention, as they suddenly go quiet.

“Firstly… no swearing in this office, otherwise I will refuse to continue helping you, secondly… we are almost out of time, but when you go home, I want you guys to do a little bit of homework.”

I started, as they looked at me inquisitively.

“Homework?”

“Yes homework… I have some books here, which I give out to all my married couples, which helps them to get them speaking, talk about their problems and even partake in some activities that the book details.  So go home and read it and I will see you in a week.”

I pull a couple books out from a box and hand them to Jason and Carly.

“What if I don’t read the book?”

Jason asks.

“I suggest you do, otherwise there is no point in you coming here.”

I said bluntly, as Carly shakes her head.

“Thank you for coming in and I will see you in a weeks time.”

I stand to my feet, as does Carly and Jason, and show them to do the door, where they say their thank you’s and leave and once again Carly snipes at Jason for his comment about not reading the book.  Rolling my eyes, I turn and close the door and take in the silence for a moment, where I grab the coffee pot and pour myself a coffee.

Buzz Buzz

“Your three o’clock here is.”

My intercom on my phone goes, as I go to my desk, where I press a button on the intercom.

“Thank you Jean, give me two minutes.”

I remove my finger and go back to making my coffee, as I give my office a quick tidy up before taking a seat and enjoy the two minute break I have with my coffee, as I give my diary a quick look over. I quickly pencil in Carly and Jason for next week with a question mark, as I wonder if they can make their relationship last.

Well two minutes are up.

I place my coffee down on the table, as I get to my feet and go to the door and open it and peer out.

“Amy Marshall.”

I look across the busy reception area, as I spot Amy Marshall in the far corner standing to her feet, as she weaves through chairs, as she gets disapproving looks from others as she knocks into them.

“Hi”

“Come on in Amy.”

“Thank you for seeing me a day earlier.”

I smile, as I open my door wide allowing Amy into my office, in which she obliges and enters the office.  Closing the door behind me, I turn to see Amy taking in the office surrounding, just like she had the previous times.

“Take a seat. Do you want some tea, coffee, water?”

“Water please.”

“Sure.”

I go to the water cooler in the corner of the room and pour her some water before handing it to her, as I then grab her file and my note pad and a pen.

“Thank you for seeing me.”

She said, as I smile.

“That’s ok.  So how have things been since December?  It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

I fired off a couple of questions to get things going.

“Things have been good, been quite busy since December… SCW is doing a world tour, I’ve won and lost the bombshell championship… haven’t seen Gabe for a while…just seen his sad little musings on twitter occasionally.”

I raise an eyebrow at all the information that is provided to me.

“So what are you doing here, if you claim that all is fine?”

I query.

“I…um… think Gabriel has broken me… sexually.”

I again raise an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”
I delve.

“Well… since Gabe…I’ve haven’t had any relationships, just sex. I’ve had 6 different sexual partners including Gabriel.”

I look at Amy, as she looks down at her hands, as she fiddles with a bit on her jacket.

“Do you think you have addiction or would be a coping mechanism of getting over Gabriel?”

I quiz Amy, as I see her processing the question.

“Its not an addiction because its not effecting my work… I think more of a coping mechanism and as I said back in December, I have a high sex drive.”

I nod.

“I have noticed that it hasn’t effected your work, but the fact that you are using sex as a copy mechanism is a little concerning.”

I said with a little concern in my voice.

“How? I don’t think it’s affecting anyone… I haven’t led anyone on, if you are concerned about that.”

“That you know of.  Do you have any feelings for anyone of these people?”

I ask, as I write some notes down on my pad in front of me.

“No…”

“Not even Gabriel.”

I can see Amy stop and think for a moment, searching for an answer within her head or maybe her heart.

“Maybe a hint of something, but its more hate and contempt for him. But there is more love for my ex finance than Gabriel.”

“Love isn’t easy to move on from, but if you are feeling hate and contempt for Gabriel, then you are well on your way.  Anyway… do you think of the people you are sleeping with has feelings for you?”

I quickly changed subject.

“One maybe two… I know GD has feelings for me, but I have told him before that’s its just sex… as for NR… she might do… but things for her have been complicated.”

Amy explains, as she bites her lip.

“Complicated how?”

I query

“She was engaged to be married… but her ex fiancé didn’t know anything.”

I shake my head.

“Do you think you had a part in that?”

“No…. they had their own issues. But I see what you are trying to do here.”

I cock my head.

“And what is that Amy?”

“Guilt trip me… But I had nothing to do with their split. But I do understand that I can hurt people with what I am doing… but I haven’t hurt anyone so far.”

“Are you at least safe and clean.”

I ask.

“Of course.  Always and 100% clean.”

She nods, as I let out a small sigh.

“I don’t get why you are here though… do you want help or just need someone to tell you that what you are doing is wrong?”

I ask, confused at this whole thing.

“I…I don’t know.”

She holds her heads in her hands.  As I reach over and grab a leaflet about a rehab.

“As I see it, you have two choices… first being that you slow down and drop the number of partners and the amount of sex you are having or going into rehab.”

I reel off my ultimatum, as she raises her head and looks to be thinking.

“Considering the tour… cut down.”

“Good… though do keep the leaflet. However, I would like to see you back next time you have some time. See how you are coping.”

I explain.

“Sure.”

I give a half smile, as I look at up the clock and the time has flown by, as I write up my final thoughts in my pad before putting it down on my desk.

“Well its time, and although we didn’t accomplishment much here… it’s good to talk and I hope that you can follow my request.”

I stand to my feet, as does Amy.

“Thank you.”

“Thank You Amy and I hope to see you soon.”

Amy sticks out her hand, as I take and we shake hands.  I then head over to the door and open it, where she smiles at me before leaving, as I turn my back and close the door, as I head back to my desk to finish off my coffee and relax after that difficult session.
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28th April 2014
Los Angeles, CA.
A gym in downtown LA.

The scene opens up in a local LA gym, where we see various people working out doing their normal afternoon routines, as the camera pans around, we see in the far corner of the gym a ring. Inside the ring stand two people warming up they prepare to either box or wrestle. As the camera gets closer, we see Amy Marshall and Kris Halich in the ring.

“Thanks for inviting me, my training regime was getting a little stale.”

Amy said as she stretched her arms.

“Just helping a friend out, plus I own you an ass kicking.”

Kris smirked, as Amy chuckled, as Amy did Kris an ass kicking, but it was mainly for training and preparation purpose, and while it was training, Amy didn’t let up and unleashed everything in her arsenal including some muay thai moves.

“Ready.”

“I am.”

Amy moves away from the ropes and heads into a corner, as she sizes up Kris and vice versa.

“Don’t take it easy on me.”

Amy said as she moves in and locks up with Kris.

“Ok.”

Kris responds as Amy and Kris lock up, but with Kris’ slight height and weight advantage, he pushes Amy into the corner, before releasing and backing up allowing Amy out of the corner.  Kris takes a few more steps back, as Amy steps forward and shakes her arms. As they circle each other again and once more hook up, as Amy puts all her body weight into pushing Kris back, but Amy pushes back and Kris manages to transition the hold into a headlock, but Amy grabs Kris and whips him into the ropes and as Kris comes back, Amy body blocks Kris, who falls to the mat hard.

Amy looks down at Kris and offers a hand up, before he slaps it away and he rolls away and gets to his feet, as he shakes off the body block. Amy smirks, as she readies herself to once again lock up once more with Kris.

Amy and Kris once more lock up and this time Kris quickly reverses into a headlock, before driving his knee into her stomach before bringing her down to the mat with a neck breaker, Kris then gets to his feet and goes for a springboard leg drop, but Amy moves and Kris lands on his ass.

Amy gets to her knees, and grabs Kris’ hair and pulls herself and Kris to his feet, where she picks him up off the mat and then slams him onto the mat, as Amy then bounces off the ropes and goes for a elbow drop, but Kris moves and Amy’s elbow bounces off the mat.

Amy rolls away from Kris holding her elbow, as they take their time to get to their feet, as Amy begins wonder how far should they go in this sparring session, as neither of then want to have any lingering injuries or problems going into their respective matches.

Kris meanwhile stands to his feet as does Amy, and they nod at each other and charge, which they collide with each other, sending Kris to ground, as Amy turns and grabs Kris, but Kris reverses with an attempt of a Follow Suit, but Kris catches only part of it and brushes Amy, which still sends them both to the match catching their breath.

“Having… fun?”

Amy asks between breathes.

“Lots… giving up?”

Kris Asks.

“Nope”.

Amy grins, as she rolls herself to the ropes and uses them to get to her feet, as Kris get the same idea and get to his feet, as they stagger over to each other begin to trade punches, with Kris getting the upper hand and boots Amy in the stomach, where he then hits a European uppercut, which sends her to the mat and promptly goes for a cover, but Amy kicks out.

Kris smirks, as he gets to his feet and then goes to pick Amy up, but Amy grabs him and rolls him into a small package but kicks out himself, before quickly scrambling away to avoid another quick pin.

Standing to his feet, he avoids another pinning situation and grabs Amy by the hair and pulls her to her feet, where Amy shoves him back and kicks him in the gut before hitting him with a leaping reverse STO.

And goes for a cover of her own, but Kris kicks out.

“Damn!”

Amy sits on the mat for a few moments, before staggering to her feet, as she picks up Kris and goes for the bad girl but Kris stops it and reverses it into a rough Club Trump and then pins her.

“1… 2… 3…”

Amy lies on the mats for a moment, as Kris slides backwards on his ass away from Amy.

“Ass kicking enough for you?”

Kris asks.

“Ummm… yeah.”

Amy catches her breath, as she looks up at the gym ceiling trying to recover a little bit to get to her going.

“Sorry if I hurt you.”

Kris grabs the ropes and slowly gets to his feet, where he picks up a bottle of water and takes a drink before going over to Amy and sitting her up.

“How was that?”

“Perfect.”

Amy smiles, as she makes her way over to the ropes, as she grabs her own water and take a drink before grabbing a towel and wipes her face.

“Thanks for this Kris.”

“Again anything for a friend.”

Amy lets out a deep breath and grabs the ropes, as she slowly get to her feet and stretches a little bit.   The scene fades out with Amy and Kris climbing out of the ring and heading to the changing rooms to wash away the sweat and pain of the training.


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1st May 2015
Casablanca, Morocco


Hassan II Mosque

The scene opens up inside the Hassan II Mosque, where we see a small group of people taking the tour of the mosque, as the guide speaks in broken English about the history of the mosque.

It is the largest mosque in Morocco and Africa and the 7th largest in the world. Its minaret is the world's tallest at 210 metres. Completed in 1993, it was designed by Michel Pinseau and built by Bouygues. The minaret is 60 stories high topped by a laser, the light from which is directed towards Mecca

As the guides continues to talk and walk once visitor stays behind, that visitor is Amy Marshall, who is unrecognisable in a long purple Caftan with gold and silver inlay.  Taking a moments to take a few pictures of the mosque, before turning and looking into the camera.

We are mere days from Mayhem in Morocco and I am ready and pumped for this match, Raynin I hope you are prepared to be pushed hard and beaten to the point where the bombshell title is coming home with me.

You see while its all well and good to dress up your promo’s with stupid little pictures, random and pointless music videos, I am here with none of that stupid bullshit but instead I am straight down to business and I don’t have dress it all up and make it sparkly, I am ready to take back what is rightfully mine.

Do you know how long it has been since I’ve held the top title in a company… it’s been too fucking long, but I don’t want to bore you with the specifics, but its been far too long and yes I’ve had so many opportunities here that I blew each and everyone of them until I faced and beat Delia.

And you know what… you should thank me.

Without me defeating Delia… you wouldn’t be holding the Bombshell championship… you owe me one and what better way to say thank you… is for me to take the bombshell championship off you…

Yeah… I can hear you laughing at that.

But I can always hope and dream… but I won’t be hoping and dream come Sunday night as I take the title off you and dash your hopes of greatness.

As I said after Climax Control… you reign will be short.

I am ready to become a two-time bombshell champion and well and truly cement my name into the history books.

Amy walks off and continues to tour the Hassan II Mosque, as the camera fades out on the beautiful interior of the mosque.

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 Raynin, Mayhem In Morocco, Pay Per View RP 1

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Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Pay Per View, Mayhem In Morocco DATE: 05/03/2015

Place: Casablanca, Morocco

Venue: Salle Mohammed V

Match: IN THE MAIN EVENT… WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE DEFENSE MATCH

Opponent: VS. AMY MARSHALL





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The world of Sin City Wrestling is preparing itself for one of the most intense and influential matches yet.  Amy Marshall has called in on her rematch clause against the Rebellious One...  The SCW's resident veteran and the Warrior Angel herself, Raynin.  Things have been building up to an epic climax, and it isn't even Climax Control...  It's Mayhem in Morocco!!  And you can believe that Mayhem is the perfect description for what is about to go down.  Raynin is not about to let go of the title without a huge fight...  But what state of mind will she be in when the bell rings and the match starts?  Has The Other truly cracked the confines of her prison?  How will that impact the outcome of the match? Will Raynin have a chance to be with the bear of her dreams, Angel?  Will Casey Williams ever be listened to backstage?  Anything can happen under the bright lights... Let's see what happens, shall we?...





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The moon is just climbing into the night sky over the desert.  The stars are out, shining in all of their glory, looking like diamonds on a backdrop of a dark, midnight blue velvet.  You can see their constellations clearly as a breeze blows into the city.  It’s a night full of anticipation, expectation and tension…  Almost as if Mother Nature knows something’s about to happen that’s so big, it will blow open the heavens, and could quite possibly bring about an apocalypse… of sorts...



This place is little known to the outside world.  It might be nestled in the more seedy part of town.. nestled between a lower end brothel, and a butcher shop, you wouldn’t expect for this place to be here.  The outside looks like just a seedy pharmacy.  But once you go in, and you order a special pain killer, you’re given a ticket, and you’re escorted through a backdoor, and down a flight of stairs, into an underground world of opulence.  The place looks like a colosseum, carved out of the rock that the buildings up above sit upon.  It’s been shored up with marble columns, satin hangings and tapestries deck out the balconies and the palisades are decked out with reliefs carved into the stone.  There are many other entrances, all guarded by a similar business to keep what’s going on here as secret as possible.  



There’s already a crowd, and everyone is anxious for what’s about to happen.  When you get closer down to the arena floor, you can see the stains on the sand below, and guess just what goes on here.  The stains have turned brown from the repeated spilling of red over time, and you can just guess how they got down there.  There are doors that open into the arena, and there are ropes that dangle down over the edge from the crowd.  



A familiar group step out from the crowd closer down to the arena floor.  It’s the Angels of the Fallen, decked out in their finest, along with the Men of R.O.A.R. and Michael Argento.  Everyone’s paired off with their significant other except for her… But then, she wasn’t here on a pleasure trip.  She unbuckles the belt on her black trench coat and opens it slowly, revealing a pair of black leather pants that have been oiled until they shine and look slick as ice under a quarter inch of water.  She’s wearing a matching leather halter top, and her hair has been pulled back into a tight  french braid, the tail of which has been tied up in a tight bun at the base of her neck.  She’s got on a pair of fingerless gloves, and her combat boots.  Her body’s been oiled and it’s shining in the lights around the arena as she starts to stretch, bending over at the waist, wrapping her arms around her knees as her head touches them.  



A man comes up and starts to yell at her in Punjabi, but she shakes her head and points to Darknyss who steps up and pulls out an envelope full of cash, stopping the man in his tracks.  He starts to count it, then starts to nod and waves her on towards the arena wall where there’s a rope hanging down.  Darknyss comes over and starts to help stretch her arms, as Diamond walks over and gets up close to her friend.



“Are you sure about this?  You know how dangerous these things can be!!!  And you have a title defense coming up in a few days… Shouldn’t you be training?  Not doing this!!  You’re a wrestler for Christ’s sake!!”



She turned and looked at her friend with a wicked grin.



“Emme… Now you should know by now… This IS training!!  I’ve done everything that I can in the ring with you and Gothika…  Lady can’t train with me in her condition…  I need to build myself up, and this is how we used to do it when I was in the service.  There’s nothing like a little added danger to add that spark to your endurance and hype up the adrenaline…  You know…  make your fight of flight response kick things into overdrive, so you push your body past it’s point…   And while I AM a wrestler, I wasn’t always one…  Besides… you’ve done this too in the past.  You know how good this is for getting you ready for a particularly tough match… And Amy is claiming she’s gonna bring it and bring it but good… So I think I should prepare Myself for any eventuality…  This is how to do it.  And I have some of your old underground fighting matches on tape!!  So, don’t you start lecturing ME on how I shouldn’t be doing this…  That would just be a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”



Diamond frowns and shakes her head.



“That’s not what I mean, and you know it!  Yeah, we all did some underground fighting… But those weren’t in a place like this!  That’s not ketchup on the ground down there!!  And it’s all over the place!!  What if you really get hurt?  I mean, you’re going up against HOW MANY of them at once?”



Just then, the doors around the arena open, and four large men step out onto the sand, all trying to  hype the crowd up and make themselves look big and bad and rough and stuff.  The announcer starts to call off their names and stats, and they each step up to the center of the arena as their names are called.  Raynin grins and shrugs as she looks around at them.



“Meh… It’s only four of them.  It’s not like it’s fourteen like that one time in Japan…  This is gonna be fun!”



She grins and grabs a hold of the rope, climbing up onto the wall of the arena as the announcer calls her name, and she waves to the crowd.  She smiles down at Diamond and shakes her head.



“Don’t worry Emme!  What’s the worst that could happen?”



Before Diamond can say a word, she pushes off against the edge of the wall she’s standing on and drops straight down along the rope, bringing herself to a stop when she’s only a few feet above the ground, and drops the last few feet, dropping to a knee with a grin to take up the force of the fall.  She looks up at the men who are all surrounding her and she stands slowly, looking around at them.



“Hello boys…  Are we ready to begin?”



The men all look at one another, then start to point at her and laugh, making comment in their various languages about her, and she just continues to stand there, her feet apart, and her hands at her sides.  The men come together and continue to talk about her, laughing and pointing, so she shrugs and lifts an eyebrow.



“I’ll take that as a yes then…  Let’s go!!”



She suddenly takes off like a bullet and surprises the first guy with a boot to the gut, then runs up his body, kicking him in the chin as she flips over backward and lands, dropping down to a knee, putting her hand down to stabilize herself for the next move on the second guy, which is a forward flip axe kick to his temple.  The third and fourth guys are just standing there as they watch this little scrap of a girl take down two hulking men in the span of a few moments.  As this goes on, a voice over starts to play.



{ ‘All of my life, I’d had to fight for what I wanted.  Growing up in my family, nothing was given.  For every grade I got, I studied, I worked hard… Yes, I had some downtime every now and then, but school was important.  Wrestling was always important in my family… Fighting was important.  I was trained from the time I was five years old in martial arts…  I started doing katta just as soon as I learned how to walk just about.  I guess my family knew what was going to happen.  My parents must have had some kind of precognition that one day, they wouldn’t have been able to protect me… So they made damned sure I could protect myself.  Now, don’t get me wrong…  Yes, we went to the movies… Yes we went to the park and played like normal parents and children do…  But the underlying current in my house was… make sure she knew what was important, and that she had the skills to do what was needed to make the right choices... }



The other two men come out swinging, but she ducks the blows and throws rabbit punches where she can, then fells one of the men with a low kick to the knee.   A roundhouse to the temple, and he’s down, but the other two she’d felled at first have struggled to their feet, and the fight continues.



{ It wasn’t just that I had to fight mentally… Physically I was tested… Over and over again… And after I lost my parents, then there was El Jefe and mi Abuella.  They worked me just as hard… harder even.  And Tia Angela… With her as a commanding officer, there was no such thing as downtime once I joined the service.  Now think about this…  With a work ethic like that, do you really think that I’d be slacking over something as important as a title defense?  Oh hells no!!  Amy…  This is just a precursor to what will happen when I step into the ring with you…  What I do in this arena will be nothing compared to what will go down once we step into he ring together.  And I’ll be honest…  I’m hoping.. I’m praying… I’m begging for you to give me your all…  I want everything that you can give me in the ring, so I can give it just as good, just as intensely… Just as hard, right back to you.  I want to enjoy myself in the ring with you.  I want to take my time, savoring the knock down, drag out battle that will take place in that ring against you.  Because let’s face it… You and I both know…  The Angels of the Fallen know… Hell, the SCW fans know…  The WHOLE FREAKIN’ WORLD knows... that in the end, there will only be one outcome…  And that will be me… Walking out of the Mayhem in Morocco as still the Sin City Wrestling’s World Bombshell Champion…   }



She flips up onto her hands and wraps her legs around the neck of the final man, then twists her body in a hurricanrana, sending him flying across the arena and into the other two men who just struggled to their feet.  The crowd in the arena are going wild, and an alarm sounds, and Darknyss starts collecting money from the men sitting around her.  She stays crouched down in the arena, looking at the men who are pulling themselves to their feet.



“Let the fun begin!!!|





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