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Imitation... Totally not Flattery...
« on: January 22, 2016, 11:58:34 PM »
 The Fallen, Climax Control RP, 1
Event: Sin City Wrestling's Weekly Episodic Show, Climax Control
DATE: Sunday, 01/24/2016
Place: Stockton, California  
Venue: Alex G. Spanos Center
Match: BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM MATCHUP
Opponent: w. Raynin and Gothika VS. THE ANGEL CLAN (Lucy Seraphina and Melanie Gabrielle)

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It's been some time since the Angels of the Fallen have graced the Sin City Wrestling stage. With their needed hiatus, coupled with the down time needed to see about family and friends, the time spent between the December II Dismember Pay Per View was one of much happiness, and much sorrow, but it was overall... totally too much!!  Now, the Rebellious One and the Vampyric One are ready to step into the ring once more and bring their Heavenly Fury down upon those who are deserving. And they've got a couple of tasty morsels to sink their teeth into...  In Gothika's case, quite literally. The Angels of the Fallen finally get to stand toe to toe against another set of angels...  The Sin City Wrestling's Number One Contenders to the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, The Angel Clan's Lucy Seraphina and Melanie Gabrielle drew the short end of the stick and get the chance to the Fallen's first meal of the year. But I'm sure everyone is anxious to see just how hungry these two women are...  The clock is ticking down towards the dinner bell...  And I'm wondering just what will be served for dessert...  Let’s Find out shall we?...
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It was the night that the Angels of the Fallen were scheduled to leave to go to California for the taping of the next episode of Climax Control, and everyone was in a tizzy, because not only did that happen, but Dark Tiger brought home the baby. So of course, Gothika was thinking about staying an extra night, even though they both knew it wasn't the right thing to do. The kid was actually pretty cool. He didn't really cry too much, and the funny thing is, his poops still smelled better than his dad did right now. The Angels had succeeded in getting him to shower every once in a while... But when he got into one of his moods, it was like he had gotten sprayed by a skunk to smell BETTER! Gothika had already gotten ready for their flight, and was dressed in a pair of black jeans, with some black combat boots, and an old black and gold football jersey from a boyfriend she'd had back in high school which was so big, it made her look like she was swimming in it, even though she'd cropped it down. This was one of the things she did when she didn't want to be recognized and bothered on the plane. She'd pulled her hair up into a pony tail, and her fleece lined black bluejean jacket was resting across the back of the chair near her suitcases. Diamond was decked out in a pair of dark blue jeans and one of the cropped football jerseys that were designed just for her by their friend, Lyrique. Now... THIS is how a football jersey was meant to look on a woman. It hung down to just above her waist so you got a flash of belly button ring when she walked, and it hung just so.  It was loose enough that she could move in it, but not so tight, that it hugged her curves. It dangled like a handkerchief halter, and the rhinestoned number fourteen on the chest and back were decorated with the shape of a many faceted diamond just above the number one, on Diamond's left shoulder blade.  Yeah, she knew this outfit was a nice one, and Diamond was putting a little extra oomph in her walk as she pranced back and forth in her light blue and white Nikes in front of Jeremiah, whose eyes kept tracking her like a lion tracks a gazelle. Diamond wanted to make sure that he missed her, and she knew that he would.  She'd seen enough, and she stood and walked towards the bathroom, then stopped with her hand on the doorknob. She shook her head and  walked to Darknyss's room.

She stood there in her dark grey yoga pants and oversized lavender scoop necked t-shirt, with her hand on the door for a moment, then she lay her head against the door. Her hair was pulled back in a long messy braid, and she really didn't want to go through that door. She didn't want to see her friend like that. Not that towering statue of strength, laying there so lifeless and unmoving...  She took a deep breath and steeled herself for what she was about to do, and entered the door slowly on her black ballet flats. Yes, I know... Hard to believe that she owned an outfit like this, but every now and then, she did like to be girly and comfortable, so sue her...  

She stood in the darkened room, trying her hardest not to speak. The moonlight was streaming through the window, splashing it's soft glow across the face of her friend and mentor, and all she could think about was that she wanted her to wake up. She could hear The Other inside of her, telling her to focus on what was important...  And she knew in her heart that was just what she was doing. The Other was thinking of the match she had coming up. The Other wanted to give a good showing during the match... At least that's what it keeps saying... But she knew what it really wanted. The Other wanted to be let loose upon Lucy Seraphina and Melanie Gabrielle so it could have some fun. She'd been keeping The Other on a short leash these days. The holidays had been rough, but with the family around, she was able to put on the face that was needed. Some of the Numbers helped to keep things together, and to keep The Other under control. But the longer Darknyss was in the coma, the harder it was for her to keep her mind from splintering once more.

She reached out her hand and stroked her friend's hair gently, looking down at Darknyss.  The face of strength seemed smaller. She just seemed smaller all together. Dark Tiger had worked hard with her to keep Darknyss's limbs from atrophying over the past almost four months, but she wasn't sure what would happen once she woke up. Darknyss had more muscle than most, but she wasn't one of those lifters that wanted her body fat percentage as close to zero as possible, so she had enough body fat left for her body to get at instead of the muscles she'd worked so hard to get. Plus there was the added baby weight for the time to burn through... But you could see that was all used up. Her eyes seemed sunken in, and the skin on her hands seemed like you could pull it away from her body. She leaned over and whispered in her ear...

"I'm here Lady. We're all here. We have never left your side.  You're amongst friends... We need you to wake up though. We miss you being able to make us laugh, or making us cry with your training schedule. We miss your sarcastic wit and your loving nature. We miss you so much. And we're getting tired of smelling your baby daddy. Oh my GOD is he ever ripe!! He looks like a monkey man right now and smells even worse! Who knew that without you, he'd descend into the realm of the unwashed masses... quite literally in fact. He barely eats or sleeps...  But he's not alone with that.  We've all been affected by you not being around."

She swallows and takes her friend's hand in hers, and slowly sinks down to her knees beside the bed, looking up as she swallows heavily.

"Dear God... I know that I have no right to ask you for anything... But I'm asking it now... Please... Bring Darknyss back. She's more important to our little family than anyone could have imagined...  She's our den mother of crazy...  She's our big sister... She's the one spark of sanity in the insanity that encompasses our lives... And that's what's been most shocking...  That in this group that embraces the crazy... the craziest of us all is considered the most sane...  Yeah, I know I have all of these different souls in me and stuff... but that's like... Involuntary crazy...  Darknyss is crazy for crazy's sake, which is what makes her the craziest of us all... I mean, she voluntarily puts up with the insanity of the rest of us...  Nuts, right?!  She's the best of us, and she deserves more than what's been dealt out to her..."

She swallows deeply and sighs heavily as she tries to speak once more.

"We climbed so high because of her. She pushes us to be more and to be better than what we were before...  She pushes ME like that because she knows what I'm capable of...  She can see something more inside of me than anyone else has ever seen...   She is my role model, and my friend, and without her, there's a hole in all of us which can't be filled...  Hell, even if we HAD won the Bombshell Tag Team Championships... I don't know, it just wouldn't have been the same without her there, you know...  And now, we have to get back into the ring, and I just want to know that even if she's not at ringside, that she's there, rooting for us, you know. Lucy Seraphina and Melanie Gabrielle...  They're alright...  They need a huge dose of spit and polish to become more than what they are... But.. I know that's not what you want to hear about.  Look... I know I'm not... you know... the best equipped to handle stuff... I'm not right in the head. I know that. I own that. I know that you let stuff happen for a reason, and what's going on with me is something that needed to happen...  But not having Lady there to help me out...  It's torture for me. I mean... She's had my back from damned near day one!  And... aww crap...  Oh shit!! Oh, I mean... Awww, you know what I mean...  Sorry about the swearing, Lord..  But please... I'm all messed up in the head without her. My inner demons are starting to take over...  And you know, that's not something ANYONE wants to have happen... Well, except for the demons that is..  So, help a sista out. In  your son's name, Amen."

She looks down at her hands and takes a deep breath, then shakes her head slowly. She pulls herself up off of her knees, then straightens the covers on her friend's sleeping form.

"Don't worry, Lady. No matter what, I won't let you or the others down. I don't care if I have to put myself through hell...  I wont' let anyone, real, imaginary, demon spawn or soul stop me from making you proud of me. When Mia and I step into the ring on Sunday, you'll see a new face to the Angels. We will be like the four horsemen when you come back. Gothika will be Famine, since she's always starving herself... Diamond will be pestilence, since her crystal dust can be spread anywhere she chooses. And I've seen what her zombie dust can do... Sometimes it's just... not pretty... not … not pretty... You will be Death of course, cause you've walked through the fires of hell and come back while taking others down in the process. And I... I will be WAR!!  And all of the bitches in the back better recognize..."

She squares her shoulders and pushes her chest out like she's standing at attention, then she salutes her friend.

"The Apocalypse is coming, and we're the harbingers of the end of this current era!!"

Out in the front room, the baby starts to cry. It's the first time he'd really made any serious noise. She turned to look at the door, and sighs softly. When she turns back, Darknyss suddenly sits bolt upright and let's out a horribly pained scream...

"MY BABY!!!!!"

Darknyss then falls back against the pillows and is out again as Dark Tiger comes running into the room to see what is going on...  The scene fades out...
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