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Post by DARKSIDE on Jul 29, 2012 14:58:35 GMT
Angel walks out into a dimly lit arena surrounded by her stage pyro. Her demeanor is nothing like her usual sultry, upbeat display. Her head hangs low with her long hair covering her face. Absent from her waist is the Amazon title. She walks slowly down the ramp, all but ignoring the encouraging cheers of her fans. She rolls under the bottom rope, takes a mic from the ringside attendant and moves to the center of the ring. Standing in the single shaft of light that shines down from above, Angel lowers herself down to her knees and slouches forward....
I can't believe it finally happened. I can't believe...I...LET...IT HAPPEN! After all this time, I couldn't save my "baby" and now...she is gone again. Just when I got her back in my arms...that whore stole her away! I have failed to protect the one thing I held dear. Maybe I deserve this. WHAT DID I DO WRONG?? I fought my heart out. I did everything I had to. I fucking BLED for you...but it still wasn't enough! I am no champion. I am barely "myself" anymore. Not after this.
...not ever again!
Mr. Lionheart. I know you can hear me. Please...come and join me. Bring my documents with you. I want to make it official...in front of all the Disciples here tonight. I am unfit, and I must end this. I have to stop lying to myself....and to these people. Please, Mr. Lionheart! You alone have the power.
I can't do this anymore.[/b]
Angel looks up toward the ceiling, her hair falling away from her face to show her tears and streams of running eye makeup...
Release me from my contract![/i]
Angel's fans all gasp in shock and horror at her outlandish request...
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Post by Chris Lionheart on Jul 31, 2012 1:20:40 GMT
Lionheart comes to the ring looking distressed, with no microphone. Clearly this wasn't a moment that was 'supposed to happen'. This wasn't the usual Chris Lionheart, authority figure at large, who was suited and booted to the nines.
He reaches the apron and motions for Angel to come to him, but Angel doesn't budge. Reluctantly Chris steps between the ropes. And begins trying to talk Angel down. From accross the ring Angel's microphone only picks up fragments of what Lionheart is saying...
"Don't do it out... like this"
"Let's go.... office and talk"
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Post by DARKSIDE on Jul 31, 2012 1:42:13 GMT
YOU DON'T GET IT![/b]
Angel rocks back and forth on her knees and begins trembling both in posture and voice...
Ya know. Huh-ha-haaaa...it's kind of ironic. My master always talks about being someone's "worst" nightmare". But, last night, at All-Stars...MY worst nightmare came true. Don't you see what this means, Chris? Ashley fucking Milano doesn't deserve a whiff of the leather on that belt. Not until I SAY SO! I was the guardian of that title....to keep it from being desecrated by that self-absorbed cunt! Of all the people to lose against?? Her?? Really?? She stole my baby, Chris...and it's all my fault for letting it happen. I failed myself. I failed my division. I failed that championship that I swore myself to protect. I couldn't possibly show my face in that locker room again. All the dirty looks. All the back-handed remarks. The snickers behind my back. I'm just too weak to deal with this anymore. I've lost my will and desire, Chris.
Please, just bring the contract to me. I will sign it....[/b]
Angel is seen sliding a short dagger out from under her wrist band..
...in my own blood, if need be![/b]
As the crowd grows into a panic, Angel holds the knife up and a crazed grin crosses her face as the arena lights reflect and dance on her face from the sides of the blade....
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Post by Chris Lionheart on Jul 31, 2012 2:08:23 GMT
Hooly Sheeeit! How did she get a knife into the arena? Lionheart edges slightly closer to Angel, her microphone now able to pick up his words clearly.
I have a pen here in my breast pocket. I can swap it with you for that knife, but all the contractual paperwork is backstage in my office, we're going to have to go backstage together to sign it. Do you want to do that?
You know we have 'Per Appearance Contracts' too if you need a lighter schedual. That could give you the time needed to clear your head...
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Post by DARKSIDE on Jul 31, 2012 3:03:31 GMT
Angel looks away from the blade and its dancing reflections in an almost trance-like stare. She slowly turns her face toward Lionheart. Her voice is lighter, with an eerie sense of calm...
Aww...that's just too bad, Chris. I wanted us to finish this right here...in the ring. That's where we do our business, isn't it? In this ring.[/b]
Angel turns back to the mesmerizing shine of the dagger blade, getting caught in its trance once again. She smiles as the reflections dance and flicker on her face and in her eyes...
There is an awkward silence for the next several moments, but then Angel notices Lionheart is still there. She scowls in a sudden change of mood, and frowns in disgust...
I said, FINISH THIS! NOW!! Why are you still here?[/b]
Angel becomes very agitated and much different from her earlier solemn disposition. She makes her way up to her feet and toys with Lionheart, waving the knife in front of her as she makes small flinching motions as if she is going to attack...
Her mood changes again to a crazed sense of elation...
Ha ha haa.... What? What?? C'mon, Chris. It's just a little blade. You're not scared of me, are you? Ha ha ha haaaa....
If you aren't gonna let me see my contract, then I'll write my name somewhere else! Ha ha..... Now, let's see...[/b]
The atmosphere in the arena seems very tense as the crowd all sit waiting to watch the events in the ring unfold...
Angel drops down in the corner of the ring and runs her hand across the canvas, almost adoring its texture as her fingers caress the surface. She smiles and looks up at Lionheart, almost in a seductive manner, as she holds the dagger in her left hand. She raises it slowly, still locking eyes with Lionheart and lets out a sudden sigh. The camera pans in close to show that Angel has run the dagger across her right forearm! Blood spills forth from the deep cut and Angel looks down at her arm, letting out a psychotic chuckle. She rears her head back and laughs as the arena is thrown into turmoil at the freakish scene before them. Even Lionheart is unsure what to make of it all. Angel brings her arm up to her face and she licks the blood with a sick smile. She then takes her finger and rubs it on the bleeding gash, using the collected blood to scrawl ANGEL[/i] onto the ring canvas...all while letting out a crazed giggle and shouting out to Lionheart It's ALL for YOU!![/b] over and over.
Angel staggers up to her feet, slightly weakened from blood loss and begins stalking slowly toward Lionheart, her head cocked to one side with that deranged smirk on her face. She holds the dagger up in front of her and starts to clumsily swipe in the air as she gets closer and closer. Without warning, several police storm the ring and try to block Angel from reaching Lionheart. She doesn't even seem to notice them. She keeps moving forward, tears flowing from her blank eyes, blood still trickling from her arm...completely oblivious to the law enforcement personnel in front of her. Not heeding their warning, one of the police brandishes a taser and two others take out their stun guns. One more warning...but it falls on deaf ears. Angel is practically like a zombie by this point...moving only on instinct. With no other choice, the cop fires the taser and Angel falls to the ground almost instantly as the voltage incapacitates her. She lies motionless as the police close in to check on her and order medical attention. As they huddle around her, Angel begins to stir! She sits up and jabs her dagger into the shin of the nearest policeman! She begins to attempt a vertical base, but the other cops swarm toward her. They ram their batons and stun guns into her frame repeatedly. Angel resists as if possessed by some unknown force, but soon succumbs to the assault. She crumbles to the mat and falls out of consciousness. The cops handcuff her hands and legs together, and strap her to a gurney at ringside. The crowd and Lionheart all look on in a state of shock and disbelief as Angel's lifeless body is removed from the arena....
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Post by Ashley Milano on Jul 31, 2012 11:06:20 GMT
Ashley is on the ramp as they wheel her out. She looks at Angel with a laugh of joy. [/center] You can't handle the truth there tramp now can you? You going back to your real home and that is in the insane asylum. The only thing I wish I did last night was break your neck. Too bad I didn't. But you see this title here? Finally someone with some dignity and respect will give it the right honor. But I tell you what if you come back and want another piece of what it is like to be in the ring with me. Well we know what happens when you get in the ring with me. There is no saving you. Because you live in fear, the fear that I possess over your life. Go and get the help you need. But when you return you will know that there is no stopping me.
And by the way, while you are gone you just left the sheep to be slaughtered. One by one they will experience what you have experienced. They will suffer like you are suffering and they can't do nothing about it. All they can do is do what you are doing and that is live in the fear that they can't beat me. You tried to pull all your tricks to stop me from getting to you. And they didn't worked. I played your game and at the end the end was not kind to you. You failed to get the job done tramp. And now you are paying for it! Hopefully they will have tvs where you are going so you can see the carnage that I am gonna leave! [/center][/color] |
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Post by Misfitt on Jul 31, 2012 16:55:12 GMT
#And you think attack a person who is on the down slide... That would do you good..#
That is heard before Misfitt makes her way through the crowd.
#See, I really don't care if what you say to me... I know your worth... I know what you can do and will do... But don't come out here strutting your stuff like you have really earned every you have... See, like I said early I can beat you... You have the gold... That's fine, but I have an understanding of you. I know you call everyone hoe and tramps... because when you look in the mirror that's all you'll ever be...#
She moves closer to Ashley...
#So, what I think you should do is walk your little dumb ass to the back and wait till someone lets you know what to think....then you bring you and that title your stain by merely holding it... You come out and you fight me tonight in this ring... No weapons... Just straight of fight in this ring... and show everyone what you truely are... but for now... FUCK OFF...#
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Post by Ashley Milano on Aug 4, 2012 12:59:30 GMT
Ashley winks at Misfitt as a sign of lets go. She taps the Amazon Title as she feels the tension coming. [/center] You want to fight me tonight? Didn't you get enough at the PPV? And yes you did win one match but that one match only meant you became All Star of the Year. I call it Tramp Of The Year! But if you want to fight then you come on down later and I will deliver you from the pain you are in. The pain of your lover slash sister is feeling. But no the title will not be on the line. I got something better in mind for you for that. You want the title? Then you prove to me you deserve a shot as I had to go through loops just to get a match for my title.
So what does that mean you ask? Well that is for me to know and you to find out! And if you are lucky and do well then you will face me at the PPV but it starts tonight and you must do things to impress me. First of all, we will battle so bring your makeup and the freakshow express with you! [/center][/color] |
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