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Post by DARKSIDE on Jun 26, 2012 3:16:00 GMT
"Looks That Kill" by Motley Crue begins to play through the arena sound system, signaling the arrival of the former Amazon Champion, Angel. Her pyro goes off on the stage, and she walks out to the cheers of her fans. She sways her hips as she strolls toward the ring, playing to the crowd all the way. Angel slides under the bottom rope and hops up onto the nearest turnbuckle to taunt and work the crowd up even more.
Suddenly, her mood seems to change. She lowers her head and climbs down from the turnbuckle. She walks to the center of the ring and slumps down onto her knees. The arena lights remain dark except for a spotlight shining down upon Angel....
Wow. Here we are again! Back on US soil.
Did you miss me? **giggle**[/b]
The fans cheer and chant Angel's name...
Haha.... That's what I thought! It feels good. Soooooo good! But, ya know...something doesn't feel quite right.[/b]
Angel looks down and runs her hand across her bare abdomen...
I lost "my baby"! The belt I won and kept safe for so long...all gone. I guess it had to happen eventually. Just like we are back "home" again this week, the Amazon title has come full circle, returning to the one who lost it to me a couple months back.
You might ask, "Do you miss it, Angel?". I can't deny it. I did let myself get attached to that belt over time. I had to take ownership of my reign. I had to protect the title from people like Trashley who would have desecrated it and made it look like My Little Pony took a shit on it. As twisted as I am, even I knew better than to let the title fall into the wrong hands. I did whatever I had to in preserving it and everything it stands for. But, without it....I do feel a little bit "naked".[/b]
Angel smirks as the crowd reacts to her remarks..
Now, now...my little love slaves. Settle down. Ya better go home and wash your brains out with soap! **giggle**[/b]
Angel slowly makes it up to her feet, still nursing a sore back, ans she begins pacing around the ring as she speaks. Her demeanor seems to have become noticeably more animated as well.
I hope Kami is proud of herself! Taking me on after a 40-minute mugging by the Money Dolls, being slammed through a table and just barely defending the title against Larissa. I was already beaten all to Hell, mentally and physically. I was running on fumes by the time she decided to slither up and punk me out. I dug deeper than I ever have just to give her the fight she was hoping for, but she knew what she was doing. She knew I wasn't anywhere near 100%. She basically showed up all rested and ready to go after her little "vacation" and swooped in like a scavenger to pick my bones clean.[/b]
Angel begins to clap sarcastically...
Bravo, Kami! Way to go!! You totally deserve that title. You deserve it, just like ALL the champions in this shit hole deserve their titles. All those ill-gotten titles! Not a single one really earned, but taken nonetheless. Ya know, I heard when Minion was out here earlier, and I agree with everything he said. The champions here, as of the Mexican tour...since the night of the pay-per-view? Sickening, bottom feeding liars and attention whores! ALL of them! Apparently, those traits are what it takes to hold a title here. If that's the case...then Kami can take that title belt and choke on it! I want no part of it. There is no "honor" in that title now. Not anymore.
I'm moving on. I'm out to turn the page in this storybook and open a new chapter. The title isn't important to me now. I am much better off without it. I am a better person for NOT holding a title here. I've seen how it corrupts people and what it makes them do. All the backstabbing, and dirty deals made in secret. I've seen what screaming, idiotic pieces of trash the titles her can turn people into. I have risen above all that now. I know that gold isn't everything. I'm SO over it! I'm over being a champion, and I am sooooooo DONE with this Money Doll crap! Enough is enough already! This little vendetta you have against me and Misfitt has become so boring, the very mention of your names makes me want a nap. Every time I see the color pink, I want to vomit. Having to listen to you run your mouths and spew all your amateurish name calling and saying how great you think you are is so bad, I'm surprised you both haven't been fired by now for killing the show's ratings every week. All the people in attendance....and the millions watching at home are going to thank me, because I am here tonight to tell you, Ashley, Trinity....whoever else....as of now, you are all DEAD to me!! [/b]
Angel looks over the vast expanses of the arena, scanning the crowd as she tries to gain her composure..
However, there is one little "chickadee" in the back that I still have something to say to. The "real" opponent I faced last week. Someone whose sheer desire drove her through all obstacles just for a chance to stand across the ring from me. A woman who came within a hair of beating me for the Amazon title.
Larissa! I know you can hear me back there. Come out to the ring, honey pot! We've got some business to discuss.[/b]
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Post by Larissa Darling on Jun 27, 2012 9:01:10 GMT
The beginning beats of "I Don't Care" by Fall Out Boy signaled the arrival of Larissa Darling, and immediately the American audience hollered with disapproval. This event held purpose within the heart of Larissa Darling. While she had already debuted for Innovation Wrestling no less than a month ago, it wouldn't be until this very moment that she would step outside of the entrance curtain to an exclusively American audience since her first debut inside the squared circle more than two years ago. Larissa Darling was a different person then, Larissa Darling now held new beliefs, new desires, and even more importantly, Larissa Darling was an entirely different wrestler. Every strike held meaning, every hold held a purpose, Larissa had thought she was on the top of her game, unbeatable, but it was the woman inside the wrestling ring, calling out her name that dove her back into a reality.
With one fair swoop, Larissa arrived center stage as the lyrics of her theme song kicked in, audience members growing louder with each designated step as she made her way towards the wrestling ring. Nodding her head to the beat, she cockily smirked at a small child holding a pro-Angel Darkside sign and walked up to him. Ripping it out of his hands, Larissa brought the sign towards the nearest camera man and tore it in half, cleaning her hands of the filth as his sign now laid in ruins. Pursing her lips, she reached the ring steps and playfully covered her ears as profanity was directed towards her from the children's father. Now climbing up the steps, she turned her attention back to him and mouthed "Way to set an example!" just loud enough for the filming camera to pick up as she entered the wrestling ring.
Eying Angel, Larissa retreated to a ring corner and leaned her back against the turnbuckles and relaxed her shoulders, waiting for a member of personnel to hand her own microphone. Shaking her head over the "speed" of I:W's ring crew, she was finally given what she asked for as she tossed the microphone into the air and re-caught it after a single flip, reminiscent to what she did at the last pay-per-view. The crowd still flooded with hatred, it grew even louder as she drew the microphone up to her lips.
"Oh America, the beautiful."
Apparently the crowd didn't like being praised, or were just stupid as just that single sentence spread mayhem amongst the I:W audience members. Shrugging her shoulders, knowing that she was just dealing with an audience full of idiots, she smirked as she shook her head at their stupidity.
"It's been a while, and I could say it feels good to be home, but that welcome wagon certainly isn't all that extensive. No 'Welcome Home!' floor mats, no various assortments of beauty products that every woman needs, no coupon book for the local grocery chain, hell, not even a little red Radio Flyer wagon to tug it in. Instead, it was just...this."
Larissa holds out her arms, inviting the audience to scream their loudest as she spun slowly around in a 360. They snatched their opportunity and gave Larissa Darling their best wave of negative emotion. She was far from feeling loved, but the crowd's love wasn't what she yearned for.
"At least you're on cue, so you're all not entirely stupid. But! Enough about you, it's time to talk about me. Pull out your cell phones, open that Twitter application because I know you all didn't like that. So go ahead, rave, hate, feed that social media buzz, because it's time for me to speak. That's why I have this microphone, that's why I strolled down that entrance ramp, and that's why our former Amazon Champion here called me out. So open your ears, and for those that can amazingly text with one hand, cup them with your other so you don't miss a single syllable."
Closing her eyes and bringing herself closer to where Angel was inside of the ring, Larissa brought her attention toward the tattoo-decorated deviant. What bugged Larissa the most was how she lacked a championship, and how the person who took Angel's championship wasn't herself. It was Angel's night to lose a weekend ago, and seemingly Larissa just wasn't destined to achieve that. Not only was she second place then, but she was now bumped down to a terrible third. That wasn't fun, not in the slightest.
"Hi. As America already knows, my promise to decapitate you didn't quite pan out. I would apologize, but honestly the fact that I couldn't sit down in front of my computer and write out your eulogy for the I:W website was more than apologetic. Now, don't twist my words, I don't hate you. I don't even consider you an enemy, but you lost that championship the same night you beat me and quite frankly, that gets on my nerves. More-so at myself than at you, because your second title match that evening told the entire world you were beatable. Your second title match told the entire world that I just wasn't good enough to achieve that goal. Not only did I want to win that Amazon Championship, but I wanted to show the world that I was the absolute best this company had to offer, and in order to do that, I had to beat you. I had to go toe-to-toe with Angel Darkside and beat the best women's wrestler within that locker room. If I beat you, not only would I be the I:W Amazon Champion, but I would also be the best women's wrestler in the company. The best of both worlds."
Larissa paused as she looked away, a hint of anger in her voice before she continued.
"But that didn't happen. I lost. You lost. That championship ran away, and now we're in this ring together, both losers in misery. At least you look like you're having fun."
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Post by DARKSIDE on Jun 28, 2012 0:05:30 GMT
Angel stands there, smiling and nodding at everything Larissa says. She knows. She has been there herself. She has come to the "big dance" and been left with nothing. However, she could feel the fire within Larissa, and she knew this was going to be something special.
What?? You think these people hate you? Do you think I hate you, too?[/b]
Angel moves in closer to Larissa and takes a deadly serious tone....
Why do you even give a FUCK what these people think? What I think??? You shouldn't even care if you hate yourself! One thing you need to learn in this world, babe. In the grand scheme of this puny mortal life of yours....nobody cares how you feel. Nobody gives two shits about your opinion! Two minutes from now, half these people aren't even going to remember your name. Why??
It doesn't matter. If you're so afraid that these people don't like you, there's nothing you can do. Do you think everyone in the world loves me? Fuck NO!! If you're feeling the hate from anybody, the best you can do....is embrace it! Yeah! That's right. When you embrace the hate you feel from others, it is absorbed by your soul. Absorbed and dispersed. After a while, you barely even feel it. The hatred doesn't hurt your feelings because you no longer have feelings. You lose the reliance on emotions. Your mind changes and adapts. Your frame of mind in general....improves. You become better than you once were.
Just....like.....me! I was once just like you. I thought the world was my oyster, and when I fell to my lowest point....I was "adopted" by a family who taught me the way to becoming my best. I lost my humanity, but I gained so much more. Isn't that how it is in life, Larissa? You have to lose something in order to gain something better.
The same goes for titles, if you think about it. If that shiny belt still means so much to you, then I say...go to the bitch who stole it from me and get it for yourself! You can redeem both of us in one fell swoop, and you will be the champion you have always thought.....no....KNEW you are![/b]
Both fans of Angel and Larissa cheer like mad and shake the arena with their combined approval!!
Do you hear that?? These people seem to care after all! **giggle** How does it feel?[/b]
Angel throws her arms up and down to fire up the fans even more...
So, here's the deal. We can do this two ways. You and I have one more match...whatever you want....and the winner calls out the champion next week! Or....we both stand our ground here tonight as co-contenders and call that slimey little bitch out here to face us...RIGHT NOW![/b]
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Post by Kaminari on Jun 28, 2012 0:44:25 GMT
As Angel lowers her mike Dead stars by Slot hits and out comes the newly re crowned Amazon champion. Kaminari stands on the stage looking down at her newly reacquired gold.
Angel nice to see you are not bitter that I cashed in my rematch and succeeded in doing what I said I was going to do two weeks ago. I told you that you should enjoy what little time you had left in the sun. I see you wasted it as you are as pale as ever. Call me what ever you like Angel,fact is I was always here waiting biding my time letting you think you were unbeatable. Barbie dolls and powder puff pinkies does not competition make. I really thought you of all people would be above name calling and kinder garden antics but alas I was wrong. As for the title match tonight I have no problem putting it up for grabs against both of you tonight. That is what a champion does. Defend the title, so pick yourselves up there chickies get your popcorn ready folks its going to be a hell of a ride.
Lowering her mike Kami waits for whatever oozing puss, as her mentors like to drone on about every one else's promos,was going to flow freely from Angel's yap. Steeling herself for another barrage venom she knew was going to be chucked at her by at least one of the women in the ring.
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Post by DARKSIDE on Jun 28, 2012 1:09:53 GMT
Ahhhh ha ha ha haaa.... Oh, really? This is what you've become? You think taking that title from me makes you better? All it shows is that you can beat someone who was on her last legs before you even decided to show up. All that title stands for now is the trophy of an ill-gotten victory...sitting proudly on the shoulder of the biggest letdown of a human being this company has ever seen. The two women in this ring have more heart...more desire....and are more worthy than you have been since the day I broke your will...and your spirit....and took that title to begin with.
You know what? I've changed my mind. All Kami is gonna do is make this about her. Just comes out here and shows she's no better than a fucking Money Doll with her cocky remarks. You can take your arrogance, and that "popcorn" and that nice shiny championship...and fuck off back to the locker room because nobody out here wants to hear it, honey!!
Tonight is about me and Larissa. We have some unfinished business, and before you come out here and stick your nose where it isn't welcome....think twice, or I'll knock it right off your snarky mug..."champ"!
So, why don't you scamper off and see if Moneymaker has any space left under his desk for a new "ball washer"![/b]
Angel dismisses Kami and turns her back on her to once more speak to Larissa...
Now, "Darling"...where were we??[/b]
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Post by Larissa Darling on Jun 28, 2012 10:45:39 GMT
Larissa had again found comfort in a ring corner as she leaned against it once more, waiting for the chaos to sort itself out. This was between Angel and her and didn't concern a third party. Sighing, she strummed her index fingers against the ring ropes as she waited for the newly crowned Amazon Champion and the former exchange words. While the Amazon Championship was less than fifteen away from where she was, Larissa didn't feel like she deserved another opportunity at the championship. Not yet at least. She had blown her chance at an immediate opportunity at immortality and because of that, she needed to fight, claw, and earn another shot at the championship. In order to do that, she needed to beat who she felt was the best women's wrestler in the company, being Angel Darkside. The champion's offer was generous, but Larissa didn't want it. If she was going to win that championship, it needed to mean something more than just a potential roll-up victory in a threat threat match. Winning that title meant nothing to Larissa unless she felt in her heart that she deserved it.
The chaos now settled, the limelight was now back on the two women in the ring. The crowd may have lost their focus momentarily because of the interruption, but their excitement was still present as Larissa drew herself away from her relaxing corner and back center stage with the immensely popular Angel Darkside. Holding up a questioning finger, Larissa asked a rhetorical question.
"I can talk now, right?"
Her snarky comment ignited a couple boos from the audience as she simply smirked. In internet time, it was figuratively years since she had last spoken, her string of sentences possibly forgotten by the idiots in her audience.
"I think you misunderstood. Actually, I don't think, I know. I don't think these people hate me. I'm not the brightest person in the world, but it doesn't take a genius to know that these people hate me. Just take a moment and listen to them muttering under their collective breath knowing full well that no matter what insults they throw at me, I'm still infinitely better than they are. Two minutes from now, they're still going to be booing. Two minutes from now, they're still going to be sporting their "#DieLarissaDie" commemorative merchandise. They aren't going to forget me, the fact that they still remember me from what I was two years ago supports that. So you statements regarding the memories of all these stupid people are false, supported by the fact that just me expressing a single syllable is enough for them to want to rip my heart out."
Larissa Darling was the younger sister of Tabitha Owens, the world's most favorite wrestler/part-time "superhero." She had debuted inside an American wrestling ring taking her sister's name two years ago and was absolutely horrible within the ring, tarnishing the "Owens" name. The world had yet to forgive for that, and years later, still held a grudge for Larissa, despite spending her time since her debut to vastly improve her wrestling ability. Their audience tonight was holding no favors as Larissa took a opportunity to re-introduce Angel to their audience.
"They cheer for you, and they love you, but not because of you, but because to them you're the only person that can give reason for their hatred. Not only can you beat me, but you can beat me when I felt I was at the epitome of my skills. These people know, and understand that. Within your hands you have the abilities to end me. To cut my career short. To give these fans what they've been wanting for the last two years, and even more-so now, since tonight, Angel, is my first time being in an American wrestling arena since my initial debut into this very business. This person you see now in front of you is a different person than who she was two years ago. Do I care about these people think? Only when it's about me."
Her miniature history lesson out the way, Larissa began to turn her focus to the present. She remained cool, calm and collected as she walked closer to Angel. They were going to fight again. That notion was clear, and Larissa needed to prove to herself that she could win against the person who prevented her from coming into the arena tonight with a championship.
"As you can see, I'm not afraid. You were never once like me, and I was never once like you. Do I embrace what these people feel, do I allow them to become a part of what I am? You can say that. I used their raw emotions to change myself. I used their raw emotions to drive this new desire within myself to prove that I am deserving to even be within this wrestling with you. That Amazon Championship you held, I want it, I do, but if I were to win that championship tonight it wouldn't mean a damn thing. Why? Because I wouldn't have taken it from you. I wouldn't be a true champion because I wouldn't have beaten the only person within the I:W locker room who beat me. I need to prove to myself that I can overcome any obstacle this company throws at me, and until our pay-per-view match, I did that. You're this hurdle I need to leap over, I need to beat you."
Larissa's last five words were embroiled with emotion as she became less than arm length's away from Angel. While the Amazon Championship was her goal, Angel Darkside was the person she needed to beat to achieve it.
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Post by Kaminari on Jun 28, 2012 23:13:51 GMT
You two want to play patty cake with each other so be it. ANgel I will see you next week then. Ta
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Post by DARKSIDE on Jun 28, 2012 23:47:16 GMT
Angel's lip curls back as she thought Kami had left. The interruption did not set well and Angel turns her with a stern growl in her voice.
I SAID...FUCK OFF, KAMI!![/b]
Angel watches Kami walk back through the curtain and then, she turns back toward Larissa. Her face changed from the angry snarl back to a pleasant, friendly grin in a matter of milliseconds...
**clears her throat** Okay. Now...let's talk you and me. You've got a "thing" about wanting to beat me, huh? Not backing down on that, I can see. You've got a real fire behind those eyes, baby.
I like that!
So...what do you want to do next? Whatever you want. I'm up for anything. C'mon, sweet cheeks. Pick....your....poison![/b]
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Post by Raiyven on Jun 30, 2012 12:54:31 GMT
Raiyven makes her way to the ring. She sees Kaminari and Angel with Larissa. She could not help but notice the attention this has gotten.
Well it seems Kaminari that you are wanting a fight? You want a fight then face me later tonight in the ring. It will be good to fight you one more time. And if you want to waste your time with these two then so be it. But what do you gals say to next week that you face me and Kaminari in a tag match? If you two want to kill each other then so be it. I hope no one wins! I also know that it is about time that I get what is due me and that is that title. So if anyone has a beef it is me.
Raiyven looks around as she smiles at Angel.
You lost the title there didn't you Angel? Love the excuses but what will be your excuse when you get in the ring with me? Tell you what you fight the lovely Larissa there and I will fight Kaminari as we will see how next week flows. If you gals are really interested or just playing house. Might as well make the title mean something then just another designer belt for the primadonas to relish after.
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Post by Kaminari on Jun 30, 2012 15:01:29 GMT
Well as champion I have no problem with wrestling you Raiyven. This week ,next week or any week. You have been the one that has given me the most trouble this year. How about we do it no pin no ring outs, K.O. only MMA style.
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Post by Raiyven on Jun 30, 2012 15:15:49 GMT
Raiyven was liking this idea as she nods her head.
Just up my ally. You want to go MMA with an MMA gal? Then we are on for the night. Just know that you have given me the best matches as you challenge me. And tonight we are back in the USA and it will be an honor to go one on one with you in an environment that I consider secondary to myself.
Raiyven extends her hand to Kaminari to accept the match and to give her respect for accepting the match for the night.
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Post by DARKSIDE on Jun 30, 2012 18:20:14 GMT
Angel nudges Larissa's shoulder...
See what I mean? These twats have no respect for anyone but themselves. Just lips all over each other's asses! Hateful, disrespectful and dense as a doorknob. ALL of them!
I don't make "excuses", Butch. Let's see you do what I did and still survive that long against someone who is at their best. I fought Kami with everything I had left after my two previous matches. I'd really like to see you do better, Raiyven. I didn't see you coming out here challenging me when I had the title. What? I'm not good enough for you? Doesn't matter now. You can go have your little roll in the hay with your girlfriend. You aren't worth my time anyway.[/b]
Angel turns her attention back to Larissa...
Okay, before any more rude interruptions....how are we gonna do this thing tonight??[/b]
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