Post by raYne on Jun 3, 2014 17:41:02 GMT -5
~ For LAW #7 ~
I spent nearly ten hours on this. Or over. Straight through. It's my birthday, but this is what I wanted to do. I wrote it once as a 'segment', an attack, with too many bells and whistles. I then cut out much of the vids/pics/font changes. I inserted an actual match.
If you read? Thank you. If not, I did it for me. Take care.
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Beth Harris: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag-team contest is YOUR main event, of the evening!! It is a 'Strange Bedfellows Match', scheduled for one fall...
{The lights in the arena begin to dim, before a strobe light flashes, quickly changing through multiple, bright and dazzling colors. The stadium suddenly appears as if it's transformed into a night club, as a steady trance beats flows through the speakers. "Siren" by Kat Krazy, featuring Elkka plays over the PA System as words appear on the screen in brilliant gold -- "It's not personal... it's just business." These fade out, replaced by another phrase in sparkling silver -- "I ALWAYS get what I want!!"}
Beth Harris: Introducing FIRST, from Heraklion, Crete! SHE, is the 'Beautiful Nightmare', and the self-proclaimed Greek Goddess of LAW!!
{The fans are already showing their hate as the lyrics slowly come through--}
"Beneath the stars, face to face, I told ya I love ya, won't let your heart break.
I'll run to the moon and walk on the sea, I'll start a new world for you and me...
And I'll save ya when the sky falls... Can you hear the siren call?
So together we can break down the walls... Can you hear the siren call?"
Beth Harris: She weighed in tonight at an even 130 pounds. She is the MASTER of the 'Fatal Attraction'...
"Now I'm everywhere. You know that I'll never let you go.
'Cause I'll save ya when the sky falls..."
Beth Harris: This...Is...APHRODIIITEEE!!
"CAN YOU HEAR THE SIREN CALL?"
{Golden sparks begin to rain down over the stage... before the stage begins to shift. The center of the stage seperates, and a platform rises from below... Aphrodite rests on her side, upon an elegant bed. She wears a fancy, fashionable robe, made of golden lace, with a golden cowl. Faith stands behind her, waving a giant, royal fan in her direction. Aphrodite is surrounded by small, marble pillars. From the pillars hang a banner, made from the finest parchment, proclaiming 'Your Goddess Has Arrived'. The beat intensifies, as the voice rings out once again--}
"CAN YOU HEAR THE SIREN CALL?"
Troy Franklin: And ever since Validation, Aphrodite has only become MORE full of herself, bringing this elaborate entrance!
Duke King: As so she should! A woman of this beauty deserves nothing short of the best!
Troy Franklin: I'm sure she'd agree with you, Duke. Unfortunately, I think the two of you may be alone on that one...
{Aphrodite rises from the bed, lifting her hands out to the fans, to an overwhelmingly negative reaction. The platform descends, and the pair make their way down the ramp, as the golden sparks continue to shower down upon the stage. Faith waves toward the LAW faithful, who respond with nothing but 100%, pure hatred. Aphrodite throws her shoulders back, before acting as if she's going to kiss a young fan. But the 'Greek Goddess' pulls away at the last second, leaving the fan to curse at her and later write it down in his feelings journal.}
Troy Franklin: I do haftta admit, Duke. I've watched her promos as of late, especially the one she entered for this match. I've seen that the so-called 'Goddess' has been turning the heat up!! She's kicked things up a notch, and is steadily improving, and even I have to give credit where credit is due!
Duke King: You better! The gal is stepping up her game, and it's showing! She may be teaming with "The Artist Formerly Known As snOw", but tonight, it's ALL about The Beautiful Nightmare! Regardless of what Sarah Gordon does in that ring, you can bet your ass that Aphrodite WILL be standing tall when this thing is over and done!
{Aphrodite then walks toward the ring steps, taking her time to raise her hand to the fans, cuz the face ain't listening. She orders Faith to hold the middle rope down, which she does, and Aphrodite steps through... Aphrodite stands tall in the center of the ring, blowing a kiss out to the fans, before smiling egotistically to herself.}
Beth Harris: And her PARTNER...
{The lights dim. The roar of an engine can be heard... The guitars wail, the drums sound off, and then a voice speaks from the PA System. The voice of 'The Snow Storm' -- }
"You WILL... Feel the Chill."
Beth Harris: Hailing from Flakezville, Alabama, she weighed in tonight at 135 pounds!
Troy Franklin: She's cut the weight, and she's in the best shape of her life!
Duke King: Still won't help her against The Pretty Little Psycho and the GODDESS that ended 'the streak'!
{The fans raise their voices in excitement as the voice of Emily Armstrong screams through the speakers -- }
"SO GO FOR THE KILL!!"
{Dead Sara's "Weatherman" rockets from the PA system...}
Troy Franklin: After Validation, Sarah's cousin raYne made an announcement via Twitter. He mentioned the 'extreme makeover' she'd undergone, and that she was dropping the name 'snOw', in favor of her real name.
Duke King: And ever since, Sarah's been silent! She must have realized after that beating at the hands of Aphrodite that she just can't HANG!
Troy Franklin: Now Duke, you know as well as I do that Aphrodite had a LOT of 'help'. Her friend and partner in The Fab Four, Faith, way-layed Miss Gordon with a steel chair, and Aphrodite picked up the pieces! Thanks to that equalizer, it was academic.
Duke King: EXCUSES! A loss is a loss, Franklin, and you know it!!
{The curtains are thrown back as a motorcyle blazes through, the LAW faithful cheering loud and proud.}
Beth Harris: She is the SNOW STORM... Sarah... GORDOOOON!!!
{"The Snow Storm" sits upon the driver's seat, gripping the handlebars, and revving the engine. Sarah's girlfriend, "MuddaFukkin" Martha Faulken, sits behind her, with her arms wrapped tightly around "The Snow Storm"'s waist.}
Troy Franklin: Well, regardless of circumstance, I have a feeling that Sarah's been rather busy attending to her friends, Tifa & Martha. Violet carved BonJovi like a Thanksgiving turkey, with her bare hands!
Duke King: Not to mention the fact that she repaid Sarah's 'gal pal', Martha, for that Fujiwara from a couple weeks back!! The bWo tried to debut at the expense of Vi, and this entity known as 'The Third' brought them crashing down within weeks!
{Sarah pounds her fist against her chest, before raising the fist high to the air, the fans showering her with love. Martha leans in, gives Sarah a peck on the cheek, and then "The Snow Storm" charges down the ramp.}
Troy Franklin: And now, Tifa is slowly recovering in an emergency room. And Faulken isn't faring well herself, still suffering a broken arm. She's been forced off the active roster, but she's sticking around as Sarah's manager!
Duke King: Which only means she'll have the best seat in the house for the DECIMATION of her precious Sarah, bwahahaha!!
Troy Franklin: You're a cold, heartless, evil little man Duke...
Duke King: And don't you forget it!
{The 'cycle approaches the ring, before Sarah slows it down a bit, riding alongside the ring apron. Sarah nods at the fans as she passes, Martha reaching out her hand and high-fiving a few of them. Sarah then parks the 'cycle beside the ring steps, before hopping off, along with Martha.}
Duke King: I've said it before and I'll say it again. She can tone up, she can change her look, she can add a few more moves to the repertoire. She is STILL nothing more than a loud-mouth, inbred, hillbilly CURTAIN-JERKER!
Troy Franklin: ...A curtain-jerker in the main event?
Duke King: That is beside the point and you KNOW IT!!
{Sarah bumps knuckles with a few of the fans, before the two slide under the bottom rope and into the ring. Sarah & Martha take to opposite corners, "The Snow Storm" lifting her fist up once more, while Martha raises the 'devil horns'. The two women then hop down from the turnbuckles, before they embrace in a brief, but passionate kiss.}
"I sing for the melody... I sing for a REASON."
{Across the ring, Aphrodite looks on in disgust, rolling her eyes. Faith stands outside the ring, and she has a similar glare. Faulken rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, where Faith cuts her off. The Fab 4 member steps right up to Martha, glaring her down, before slapping the taste out of her mouth!! Martha's face reels to the side, as a bit of rage shows in her eyes...}
Troy Franklin: These four gals are SUPPOSED to be on the same page! They're already at eachothers throats!
Duke King: And that is PRECISELY why this match was made, you hosebrain! Mr. Dupree KNEW this sort of thing would happen, and after a PPV debut like we had? The Big Boss Man wants to keep that heat boiling!
Troy Franklin: Well, from the looks of things, he's doing a fine job of it...
{The calm and collected Faulken holds a hand to her cheek, her head turned, still feeling the mark left by Aphrodite's bestie. A sly smirk spreads across Martha's face, and a glint rests in her eyes. She turns back toward Faith, and instead of retaliating, she literally turns the other cheek, tapping her index lightly against the cheek as if to say "hit me with your best shot".}
Troy Franklin: And Martha maintaining her cool, simply daring Faith to take another swing!
Duke King: How someone like this chick ended up with a hot-head like Sarah, I'll never know.
Troy Franklin: Martha's stood by Sarah's side, trying her best to keep "The Snow Storm" focused, and to keep a level-head. As Miss Gordon put it, Faulken is her 'rock'.
{Faith lets out a huff of anger, before turning on her heel and heading around the ring corner. Martha grins ever so slightly, chuckling to herself, before turning back to the ring. She slaps the apron, attempting to get the fans behind her gal, despite her teammate for the evening...}
Beth Harris: And their opponents...
{The lights die down, and for a moment they become dim. The image of a rose-colored curtain pulls itself over the tron. The snapping of what seems like a thousand cameras flashing echoes throughout the arena. After a moment, the sounds of cheering can be heard, only the sound emits from the speakers as opposed to the live audience...}
"If you are, what you say you are, a superstar?
Then have no fear... the camera's here."
Beth Harris: Introducing FIRST. She makes her home in The City of Angels...
"And the microphones...
And they wanna know, oh, oh, oh, oh... (the return)..."
{The curtain rises, revealing the Hollywood sign, glowing in the moon's beam and a City of Lights. A helicopter hovers above the hills, its blades slicing through the air, as it shines a light down upon the city below. All of a sudden, it shines upon the camera, before a blinding light tears through... we are left with the image of a gleaming mirror, the camera's flash beaming upon the glass. Three words appear in dazzling diamonds-- }
"Reflection Of Perfection."
Beth Harris: She IS...The Rose Goddess. Five foot five, and 115 pounds of pure dynamite!! She has this business in her BLOOD.
{"SuperStar" by Lupe Fiasco drops on the speakers, the beat pounding throughout the building...}
"And you better wear ya shades,
The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage..."
Beth Harris: LAW Galaxy, please give it up for the star of the show, the Hollywood Bombshell herself, CRYSTAL...ROSE...LOPEZ...Hiltoooon!!
{Two spotlights crisscross their way across the stage, as the packed house is already jeering with all their might. A pair of men rush backward through the entry-way, rolling out a length of red carpet, as it stretches down the ramp. A group of photographers then quickly step out, snapping photo after photo.}
Troy Franklin: And it looks as if Crystal Hilton is arriving in grand style tonight!!
Duke King: LIKE CRYS SAID, Aphrodite is nothing but a cheap imitation!! I may like the gal, but I LOVE Miss Hilton! Nothing beats an original, the REAL Goddess of LAW!!
"Then out through China, nearly miss the airliners
Magnified times five, 'less it's pointed at the rhymer
Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest ablaze."
{The stage is rocked by a ton of white and pink pyro, before two towers of sparks shoot off on either side. A figure slowly emerges, walking backwards, arms outstretched, as the photographers shower her with flashes. She wears a hot pink leather trenchcoat, ‘Reflection Of Perfection’ emblazoned on the back in Black rhinestones, dazzling under the lights!}
"If you are what you say you are, a superstar?
Then have no fear, the crowd is here,
And the lights are on, and they wanna show..."
{Matching Pink/Black Uggs peek from underneath the coat, and her long, golden mane falls over the trench's collar. As the petals fall upon her, she holds her hands out to her sides, both of them slipped into a pair of black fingerless, glittery satin gloves, showing off her alternating pink&black nails. The figure whips around, popping the jacket with a Batman flourish! }
"So just take me home where the mood is mellow,
And the roses are grown, M&M's are yellow,
And the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker,
Everybody gets a nice autograph picture..."
{Suddenly, thousands upon thousands of rose petals float from the rafters, as cameras flash throughout the stadium. The photographers snap off a massive round of photos. Crystal Hilton stands atop the stage, hands upon her hips, pursing her lips with eyes hidden behind fuschia/black raybans! A conceited smirk stretches itself across her face, as the rose petals continue to drift down and land at her feet. The fans' hatred is reaching a fever pitch.}
Troy Franklin: Not only has she made a grand entrance, but it seems as if she's updated her wardrobe as well!
Duke King: Again, proving that anything anyone else can do? She can do better. EAT YOUR HEART OUT, SARAH! Now THIS is how you do a 'makeover'!
"One for you and one for your sister
Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener
Every song's her favorite song and mics don't feedback..."
"All the reviewers say 'You need to go and see that'."
{The paparazzi moves out a bit, as the rose petals continue to cascade from the roof down to the floor. "The Reflection of Perfection" nods her head self-assuredly, before raising her palms to the air, soaking in the fans' unbridled animosity. In a split second, she takes off, running down the ramp at breakneck speed before she jump/slides and knees onto the apron. She quickly shrugs out of the coat before grasping the middle rope with one hand.}
Troy Franklin: Adding to everything else, it seems as if Miss LOPEZ is displaying a bit of that Lucha background, showing the world an entrance as high energy as another Second Generation Lucha Sensation, Dalys la Caribeña!!
Duke King: All I know is, if she can bring THIS kinda non-stop, Tokyo Bullet-Train style energy to this match, then 'The Snow Storm' won't stand a snowball's chance in HELL!
Troy Franklin: You've been saving that one for a week or two now, haven't ya?
Duke King: ...shaddap.
{The trench falls to ringside, leaving black tights with Fuschia rose designs running up the legs, and a pink leather skirt pulled over. 'Rose' is written on the front, between two white floral accents, while the word 'Blossoming' stretches across the backside. She wears a jet black tee displaying the word 'BOSS' in bold, hot pink lettering, accentuated by shimmering, silver sequins. Around her throat she wears a chain, adorned by a 50 carat crystal pendant. The word 'BOSS', sparkling in the glow of a thousand cameras and the bright lights of the Mackenzie Center. Crys leans back, pulling on the rope, lifting her index in the air as the hate from the fans intensifies...doing nothing short of fueling her forward. She flips her glasses out into the crowd, showing off dark eyes rimmed with eyeliner!}
"And everybody claps 'cause everybody is pleased...
And then they all take the stage and start performin' for me."
{Crystal then pulls herself up, standing on the apron. She smirks, leaning back on the rope with her left hand, raising her right index to the sky, before vaulting over the top. She dives in, somersaults across the canvas, before flipping back up and hopping upon the middle rope, all in one fluid motion. The energy from the stadium is undeniable!}
Troy Franklin: Regardless of her actions, there is no mistake about it. This gal brings the heat!
Duke King: You better believe it! The fire is scorchin' from this spicy lil lady, and I can guaran-damn-TEE. Tonight? The 'Snow' WILL be melted, once and for all!!
Troy Franklin: The match hasn't even started yet, Duke! And you should know better than anybody by now, that ANYthing's possible in this sport!
{Standing upon the middle rope, Crystal once again raises an index to the air, showing off a cocky grin, reveling in every last boo and cat call. She hops down to the mat, before reaching over the top rope, handing her necklace over to the timekeeper. From the outside, Aphrodite glares intently at Hilton, flipping her hair as she licks her lips.}
Troy Franklin: And it looks like these two are ready to go at it, after Crystal's claims of Aphrodite being a pretender to the throne!
Duke King: It's gonna be Goddess vs Goddess, and I for one cannot WAIT!! Two of the hottest gals in the industry tussling around on the mat? YES PLEASE!!
Troy Franklin: And you got the best seat in the house, ya lucky bastard, enjoy it! Heheh.
Duke King: Oh, you know I will!! No doubt about it...
{Crys then rushes toward a corner, swiftly springing to the middle turnbuckle--When the lights cut out.}
{The arena is engulfed in a dark void. Nothingness. For a brief moment... before an unfamiliar tune begins to play...}
"Your fear...It moves me.
Your weakness? I taste.
I breathe you.
I hate you.
"You course through my veins.
"And Nooow...
AND NOOOW?"
'Cause I want nothing else."
{As these words filter through the PA, the figure can be seen making its way to the ring, as Sarah, Martha, Aphrodite, Faith, and even Crystal Hilton seem to be more than a bit weary of the prescence of this...entity.}
Duke King: Okay...What in the absolute, living HELL is going on here?!
Troy Franklin: I think you may have very well hit the nail right on the head...This is a demonic scene, if I've ever seen one...
{Images of bleeding walls, broken dolls and bloodied bodies litter the tron, as the figure slowly approaches, an audible terror residing in the collective gasps of every member of the LAW audience... The screen cuts to static, before we find ourselves looking at a raging inferno, flames bathing over every inch of the land...Scorched Earth.}
Beth Franklin: L.A.W. ...This...Is...THE THIRD.
Troy Franklin: Talk about making an entrance....
Duke King: Our Marquee champion putting the other gals in this match to shame...
{Vi methodically moves toward the ring, as a hush has fallen across the arena. All five ladies around the ring gaze on, in what can most certainly be described as awe... She wears a long, flowing jet black trenchcoat, accentuated by crimson, chains dangling down the sides, and a large hood pulled over-- a dark, dingy violet, with blood red stitching, made from torn and tattered cloth. Her hands are slipped into a pair of velvet gloves, dark purple, black zig zags criss crossing their way through the fabric. She reaches the halfway point down the ramp...before slowly raising her fists above her head, displaying the 'devil horns', as flames rise upon the stage...}
Troy Franklin: There's certainly something different about The Third...when she's like this...you can see it in her eyes...
Duke King: And all of the other women in this match can DEFINITELY see it... They're ALL taken aback, this is-- This is astounding. There really are no words, Troy...
{She steps to the ring, before slowly taking to the apron. The lights flicker, before returning to normal. The song fades....and Vi nods to Crystal, signaling for her to kick off the match.}
Troy Franklin: Violet, or 'The Third', has allowed Crys to get things started, but it looks as if Hilton is still in shock!!
Duke King: I think we all are...
{Crys continues to gaze toward this enitity.....Aphrodite slides into the ring, and immediately pounces on Crystal Hilton!}
Troy Franklin: And Aphrodite using the distraction to her advantage!! The tension between these two had already begun to boil, and here we go, Goddess vs Goddess!
Duke King: All I know is I AM LOVING THIS RIGHT NOW!!
{The two women roll around on the canvas, scratching and clawing at eachother, and the bell hasn't even rung yet! The ref comes in to seperate the two, and the fans are booing him!}
Duke King: I don't blame the people here in Chattanooga, that was gonna be one HELL of a cat fight!
Troy Franklin: The referee attempting to restore order here, so this one can officially get underway.
{Crys and Aphrodite are backed into their corners. The bell rings, and this one is on and cookin'! And JUST as soon as the bell rings, the two are back at it again! Crys charges, spearing Aphrodite into a corner, before backing up...BITCH SLAP!}
Troy Franklin: Ooo, and The Rose Goddess dishing out a dose of Aphrodite's own medicine with that one!
Duke King: Well they don't call her the The Reflection of Perfection for nothin'! And BOTH of these gals are perfect in my eyes!
{Aphrodite raises a hand to her cheek, before mouthing the words 'you bitch...' ...She GORES Crystal to the canvas, and she's laying in the fists! Aphrodite then pulls Crys to her feet, loads her up and DROPS her with the Lifting Reverse DDT!}
Troy Franklin: LOVE POTION NUMBER NINE! Aphrodite sends Crys down to the mat with a thud that echoes around the arena!
{Aphrodite then turns to Sarah, and it seems as if "The Snow Storm" wants in this thing! Aphrodite walks toward her, and--}
Duke King: Talk to the hand, cuz the face ain't listenin'!
Troy Franklin: And Aphrodite just taunted Sarah, denying Miss Gordon entry into this match!
Duke King: GOOD!! It's Goddess vs Goddess in there and we don't need the ring to be littered with white TRASH!! Perfection is shining in the squared-circle!
Troy Franklin: But this match is supposed to be based on teamwork! I already don't like where this is headed...
{Sarah lets out a huff of frustration, as Aphrodite turns around--RIGHT INTO A CHICK KICK!}
Troy Franklin: Flashing Lights! And Aphrodite's on the mat, looking UP at the lights as she definitely should have went for the tag!
Duke King: Personally, either way we've got a winner on our hands in this match! Rose Goddess, Greek Goddess..They're both SMOKIN' HOT!
{And Crystal walks toward Vi/The Third, going for the tag...And Vi hops down to the floor!}
Troy Franklin: And speaking of tensions, it seems as if Violet feels the same way about Crystal that both Aphrodite AND Sarah do!
Duke King: After Crystal called her, and I quote, "A psychotic bitch who needs to be placed in a mental institution", how can ya blame her?! I think Vi wouldn't mind doing the same thing to Crystal that she did to Tifa at Validation!
{Crys lets out a sound displaying the same irritation Sarah felt with Aphrodite...}
Troy Franklin: Hilton stepped up to claim the Marquee Title at our debut iPPV, but Vi cut her off at the legs. She's definitely less than pleased to be teaming with "The Reflection of Perfection" in this match!
Duke King: She turns around--LOVE SPELL! LoveSpell outta nowhere!
Troy Franklin: And the spinning heel kick found its mark! Crystal Hilton is DOWN! Another gal that coulda used the tag!
Duke King: And the Marquee champ is on the floor, cackling at Crys who's taken a nasty boot to the face!
{Aphrodite heads up top, as Crys slowly begins to stir... Aphrodite stands on the tip top turnbuckle, as she blows a kiss to the Rose Goddess... Crystal turns around, as Aphrodite SAILS from the post, wraps her legs around Hilton's head and snaps off a lighting quick hurricanrana. Crys is sent careening through the air and crashing to the canvas!}
Troy Franklin: And the Goddess Complex CONNECTS!! Aphrodite breaking out a bit of the lucha style herself!
Duke King: This has ALREADY gotta be up there as a contender for match of the year, no doubt about it!
{Aphrodite is now a tad tired, as she moves toward the corner, finally ready to make the tag...But Sarah hops down to the ring floor!}
Duke King: WHAT?! And she was griping just a little bit ago about not getting the tag!!! Really?!
Troy Franklin: Well, it seems as if Sarah's content with taking a cue from Miss Hilton, giving Aphrodite a taste of her own medicine!
{Aphrodite gets to a knee, glaring out at Sarah, as "The Snow Storm" chuckles to herself, motioning to Aphrodite as if to say-- 'go ahead, ya got this one toots'.}
Troy Franklin: Sarah having some fun at Aphrodite's expense! But I gotta admit, it certainly would have helped her own cause if she woulda came into this ring...
Duke King: You're damned RIGHT it woulda helped Sarah's cause, but more importantly--APHRODITE!! She doesn't deserve to have this hillbilly bringin' her down! Violet was right, Sarah's nothing more than a self-serving, egotistical, incompetent, idiotic, inbred HERMAPHRODITE!!
Troy: Oh will you STOP?!
{Aphrodite shakes her head, rolling her eyes. She then stands to her feet, and turns toward the fallen Crystal Hilton. She inches in for the kill.....But Violet slaps her hand down upon Hilton's shoulder, tagging herself into this one!}
Duke King: Oh dear god...
Troy Franklin: And now business is about to REALLY pick up, sports fans! The Third has entered the fray for the first time, and I gotta feeling...It's SHOWTIME folks!
{Aphrodite realizes this modified incarnation of Violet has finally brought herself into the match, and "The Beautiful Nightmare" is backing out! Her eyes fill with horror, as Vi creeps in closer and closer...Aph continues to back up...}
Troy Franklin: And the tag has been made! Sarah Gordon just slapped the back of Aphrodite, and "The Snow Storm" has FINALLY hit the ring!
Duke King: Better she feel the Rage than Aphrodite! Wouldn't want that pretty face to get messed up! Sarah doesn't have to worry about that problem.
Troy Franklin: Can it, King!!
{Aphrodite realizes Sarah's entered this one, and she more than happily obliges, filing through the top and middle ropes to the outside.}
Troy Franklin: And "The Greek Goddess" is gettin' the hell outta dodge!
Duke King: I do not blame her! After Validation, seeing what she did to the so-called "Unhinged Angel" AND Sarah's girlfriend Martha...there's no telling what this FREAK can do in a match!
{Sarah glares across the ring at The Third, no smirk, just a serious sneer, ready to go to war against her arch-rival.}
Troy Franklin: These two are quickly building a history, and this is the FIRST time they've stepped to eachother in an actual match!!
Duke King: The bWo claimed to be 'helping' Vi upon their debut? Please, it was clear they were nothing more than a band of hoodlums! Well, that unprovoked ATTACK met its match when The Third SLAUGHTERED Tifa & Martha at Validation!
{Sarah slowly enters the ring, before walking right up to The Third, and staring her down, nose to nose!}
Duke King: Whether they like it or not, the bWo is on the shelf. And I, for one, hope it STAYS that way! And right here tonight, Vi could 'help' Sarah, right onto the injured list with her running buddies!!
Troy Franklin: Tifa's in the emergency room, and Martha's been relegated to a managerial role while her arm recovers. LAW hopes the both of them are able to return to the ring as soon as possible!
Duke King: Speak for yourself! At Validation, The Third began the hunt to check off a few names on her 'list'. And I couldn't have been HAPPIER that it all started with that WEIRDO Tifa, and Sarah's gal pal "MuddaFukkin" Martha Faulken!!
{The Third smirks, oh so viciously, but Sarah's having none of it, as she goes for a right fist to the face!!....but Vi QUICKLY ducks under, popping right behind "The Snow Storm"!}
Troy Franklin: And I have no IDEA how she was able to move so quickly! That was LIGHTNING fast!
Duke King: It's this transformation, Franklin, she's on BEAST MODE right now!!
{Vi turns around, leaps into the air...REVERSE FRANKENSTEINER!! Snapping it off from a standing position, and Sarah's head and neck are DRIVEN into the canvas!}
Troy Franklin: Oh my GAWD!! How on EARTH.....She's already hit the Shrinking Violet!! And Sarah's out like a light!
Duke King: I TOLD YOU!! This is an ENTIRELY NEW 'Makayla Cooper'. The Mack Sarah knew is dead and GONE, baby, and I call it an UPGRADE!!
Troy Franklin: Sarah underwent a change herself.....But not quite in this fashion...
{The Third snarls, before screaming into the air like a banshee......Sarah slowly makes it to her feet.....Vi springs off the TOP rope and NAILS the Roundhouse Kick!!}
Troy Franklin: PUSHING UP DAISIES!! With authority, and Sarah is OUT!!
Duke King: YES!!! C'MON, LET'S GO THIRD! Let's go Third, c'mon Troy chant it with me!!
Troy Franklin: I'm fine, thank you VERY much...
{Vi pounds a fist against her chest, shouting into the air...She then hooks Sarah by the legs, and turns her over...Sharpshooter!!}
Troy Franklin: And Sarah is locked, this could be it already!!
Duke King: TAP! TAP! TAP!
{Sarah thrashes wildly for the ropes, but this 'Third' has the move cinched with a DEATH grip! The strength she posses has Sarah BEGGING for the ropes...but finding nothing. Begrudgingly, body rapidly wracking with pain, Sarah taps, as a thunderous response of boos shakes the stadium.}
Troy Franklin: I.....I can't believe it....
Duke King: She's done!! She tapped.... Oh Troy, DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?!
{Suddenly....the lights cut out. Before two figures visibly slide into the ring...They wield steel chairs...And they BOTH strike down Sarah!!}
Troy Franklin: Now what in God's name is goin' on?!
Duke King: I have no idea WHO they are, but they seem to have struck "The Snow Storm"...GOOD!
{The two darkened figures way-lay Sarah...Before the other ladies in the ring join in on the attack!! Martha attempts to help, but her arm injury prevents her from being much assistance, and a single superkick takes her out.}
{The lights return...and Violet has vanished.... And Aphrodite stands tall above "MuddaFukkin" Martha Faulken!!}
Troy Franklin: What the...WHAT IS THIS?! Aphrodite, that's your own partner's MANAGER, for christ sakes!!
Duke King: Not anymore it isn't!! The match is over, and I really don't think she cares! Martha is flat on her back, and after the attack she suffered at Validation, I don't see her getting up any time soon!
{Crystal Hilton giggles lightly to herself, rolling her eyes at Aphrodite. She shouts-- "Watch how a PRO gets it done, you poser!" She then pulls Martha to her feet...Faulken is on wobbly legs. Crys mimes 'snapping a picture', then bounds to the turnbuckle, before springboarding off and DROPPING Martha with the 630 Senton Corkscrew!}
Duke King: Lights, Camera, ACTION!! And Faulken's done, son!!
Troy Franklin: This is absolute MADNESS, and the ref's just letting this continue?! Can't we get some officials, some SECURITY down here?!
Duke King: OF COURSE NOT! I told you before, and I'll tell ya again. Lucas Dupree KNOWS what's best for business, and this right here? This is a ratings BLOWOUT! If you thought the beating the bWo dished out was brutal, you ain't seen NOTHIN' yet!
{Crystal then turns to Faith, ordering her to pick up Sarah. Faith follows, bringing Sarah to a vertical base, before nailing the Face Breaker, bringing "The Snow Storm" CRASHING down upon Faith's knees!! Crystal lets off a slight smirk. She then turns an eye across the ring... Mackenzie Vaughn and Angel Kash are keeping Martha down with the chairs they introduced to the squared-circle. They're berating the now completely defenseless Faulken with shot after brutal shot to the spine, as well as the legs. Crystal lets out a whistle, and the two F.F. members turn to her. She signals something, and in turn, Angel Kash wraps her chair around Martha's injured arm. Crys raises a 'thumbs up'....Before turning it upside down. Mackenzie nods her head with a sadistic smirk, before CRACKING the steel down, the resulting, sickening sound reverberating through the stadium!}
Troy Franklin: My GOD, that's another couple months taken off of Martha's career! These women are maniacs, somebody's gotta stop this!!
Duke King: Are you KIDDING?! I don't want it to END!!
Troy Franklin: And is it just me, or does it seem like Crystal Hilton is directing traffic out here?!
Duke King: The Fab Four could USE a little direction, if ya ask me. And just like the song goes..."They all take the stage. And start performin' for me"...
{Crys curls her index finger inward, motioning for Vaughn to pull Sarah up to her feet. She does so, and then pushes her out a bit, causing her to stand, but barely. Vaughn strikes her chair to the canvas as if she were a hall-of-fame baseball player about to hit a home run...Crys slowly drags her thumb across her throat, and Mackenzie strikes at the same time as her partner Kash, and the two gals BASH Sarah's brains in with a deadly Con-Chair-To!!}
Duke King: On this night, at least, it seems as if The ORIGINAL Goddess has taken on another moniker...Ring Leader!!
{Sarah crumbles to the mat, as both members of the Fab Four toss their chairs to the ring, before lifting their hands in the air, soaking in the deafening disdain, as the fans voice how they feel about the scene that's unraveling before their eyes! They even begin to hurl trash into the ring, at The Fab Four and Crystal Hilton, who take it all in stride, with smiles on their gorgeous faces.}
Troy Franklin: This is...This is DISGUSTING!
Duke King: Speak for yourself, this is BEAUTIFUL!! Sarah DESERVED this, after the attitude she's been showing lately! About time someone brought both her AND her gal pal down a peg or two!!
Troy Franklin: I just have this feeling that Sarah was anything but ready for this night, and ESPECIALLY not something like this. It's a mugging, is what it is...
{Crystal Hilton then locks Martha into a submission hold of her own, the Elevated Boston Crab!}
Duke King: And poor, defenseless Martha getting a taste of her own medicine! How ya like THEM apples, 'sweetness'?! How's that taste, huh?!
Troy Franklin: Oh will you knock it off, King? Seriously, this is a vicious assault, and it's entirely unwarranted!
Duke King: UNWARRANTED? Says you. And OH, Aphrodite just broke out a new move she refers to as "Nothing Personal"!
{Aphrodite connects with The Scissor Kick, bringing Sarah down. Aphrodite hops over the top rope to the apron...She points inside, at the prone body of "The Snow Storm", before leaping onto the top rope, springing off, and nailing the Shooting Star Press!!}
Duke King: JUST BUSINESS!! And Sarah's out like a light! And Aphrodite isn't done......DIZKO-TEK!! "The Beautiful Nightmare" just hit an absolutely BEAUTIFUL Twist of Fate, and Sarah is choking on her breath, I'm LOVIN' IT!
Troy Franklin: This is just...I can't believe this...
Duke King: BELIEVE IT!!!
{"The Reflection of Perfection" STILL has the Withering Rose locked in tight on Faulken. Martha's thrashing about wildly, trying DESPERATELY to break free...}
Duke King: After this? Martha's gonna have a leg to match her broken arm!
Troy Franklin: You're SICK, you know that Duke? You're a sick and spiteful asshole!
{While Crystal Hilton keeps the Withering Rose cinched in, Martha reaches out to her lover, "The Snow Storm"...But she's locked in the camel clutch at the hands of Aphrodite! Sarah's eyes are glossy, and she seems to barely be conscious. But with what little life she has left, she manages to reach out her hand...and her fingers graze against those of Martha's. The two interlace their fingers, trying to gain some tiny bit of strength from one another, tears flowing down Martha's face...As Mackenzie Vaughn, Angel Kash and Faith cackle, cheering on every second.}
Duke King: This is the greatest LAW main event EVER!!
Troy Franklin: Oh will you PLEASE...WAIT A MINUTE. The lights just cut out again, NOW WHAT?!
{With the lights out once more, the sounds inside the ring begin to quiet down. A few moments pass, before the lights begin to flicker, giving off a vibe reminiscent of an abandoned factory... The grinding of metal against metal can be heard. A bone-rattling, spine-shivering, deep, possessed howl quakes through the speakers... Suddenly, a sharp, painful scream rings out through the Mackenzie Center...before it quickly dies away. Then, another tune begins to play...}
"She sits in her corner, singing herself to sleep.
Wrapped in all of the promises, that no one seems to keep."
Just diaries of empty pages, feelings gone astray."
I spent nearly ten hours on this. Or over. Straight through. It's my birthday, but this is what I wanted to do. I wrote it once as a 'segment', an attack, with too many bells and whistles. I then cut out much of the vids/pics/font changes. I inserted an actual match.
If you read? Thank you. If not, I did it for me. Take care.
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Beth Harris: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag-team contest is YOUR main event, of the evening!! It is a 'Strange Bedfellows Match', scheduled for one fall...
{The lights in the arena begin to dim, before a strobe light flashes, quickly changing through multiple, bright and dazzling colors. The stadium suddenly appears as if it's transformed into a night club, as a steady trance beats flows through the speakers. "Siren" by Kat Krazy, featuring Elkka plays over the PA System as words appear on the screen in brilliant gold -- "It's not personal... it's just business." These fade out, replaced by another phrase in sparkling silver -- "I ALWAYS get what I want!!"}
Beth Harris: Introducing FIRST, from Heraklion, Crete! SHE, is the 'Beautiful Nightmare', and the self-proclaimed Greek Goddess of LAW!!
{The fans are already showing their hate as the lyrics slowly come through--}
"Beneath the stars, face to face, I told ya I love ya, won't let your heart break.
I'll run to the moon and walk on the sea, I'll start a new world for you and me...
And I'll save ya when the sky falls... Can you hear the siren call?
So together we can break down the walls... Can you hear the siren call?"
Beth Harris: She weighed in tonight at an even 130 pounds. She is the MASTER of the 'Fatal Attraction'...
"Now I'm everywhere. You know that I'll never let you go.
'Cause I'll save ya when the sky falls..."
Beth Harris: This...Is...APHRODIIITEEE!!
"CAN YOU HEAR THE SIREN CALL?"
{Golden sparks begin to rain down over the stage... before the stage begins to shift. The center of the stage seperates, and a platform rises from below... Aphrodite rests on her side, upon an elegant bed. She wears a fancy, fashionable robe, made of golden lace, with a golden cowl. Faith stands behind her, waving a giant, royal fan in her direction. Aphrodite is surrounded by small, marble pillars. From the pillars hang a banner, made from the finest parchment, proclaiming 'Your Goddess Has Arrived'. The beat intensifies, as the voice rings out once again--}
"CAN YOU HEAR THE SIREN CALL?"
Troy Franklin: And ever since Validation, Aphrodite has only become MORE full of herself, bringing this elaborate entrance!
Duke King: As so she should! A woman of this beauty deserves nothing short of the best!
Troy Franklin: I'm sure she'd agree with you, Duke. Unfortunately, I think the two of you may be alone on that one...
{Aphrodite rises from the bed, lifting her hands out to the fans, to an overwhelmingly negative reaction. The platform descends, and the pair make their way down the ramp, as the golden sparks continue to shower down upon the stage. Faith waves toward the LAW faithful, who respond with nothing but 100%, pure hatred. Aphrodite throws her shoulders back, before acting as if she's going to kiss a young fan. But the 'Greek Goddess' pulls away at the last second, leaving the fan to curse at her and later write it down in his feelings journal.}
Troy Franklin: I do haftta admit, Duke. I've watched her promos as of late, especially the one she entered for this match. I've seen that the so-called 'Goddess' has been turning the heat up!! She's kicked things up a notch, and is steadily improving, and even I have to give credit where credit is due!
Duke King: You better! The gal is stepping up her game, and it's showing! She may be teaming with "The Artist Formerly Known As snOw", but tonight, it's ALL about The Beautiful Nightmare! Regardless of what Sarah Gordon does in that ring, you can bet your ass that Aphrodite WILL be standing tall when this thing is over and done!
{Aphrodite then walks toward the ring steps, taking her time to raise her hand to the fans, cuz the face ain't listening. She orders Faith to hold the middle rope down, which she does, and Aphrodite steps through... Aphrodite stands tall in the center of the ring, blowing a kiss out to the fans, before smiling egotistically to herself.}
Beth Harris: And her PARTNER...
{The lights dim. The roar of an engine can be heard... The guitars wail, the drums sound off, and then a voice speaks from the PA System. The voice of 'The Snow Storm' -- }
"You WILL... Feel the Chill."
Beth Harris: Hailing from Flakezville, Alabama, she weighed in tonight at 135 pounds!
Troy Franklin: She's cut the weight, and she's in the best shape of her life!
Duke King: Still won't help her against The Pretty Little Psycho and the GODDESS that ended 'the streak'!
{The fans raise their voices in excitement as the voice of Emily Armstrong screams through the speakers -- }
"SO GO FOR THE KILL!!"
{Dead Sara's "Weatherman" rockets from the PA system...}
Troy Franklin: After Validation, Sarah's cousin raYne made an announcement via Twitter. He mentioned the 'extreme makeover' she'd undergone, and that she was dropping the name 'snOw', in favor of her real name.
Duke King: And ever since, Sarah's been silent! She must have realized after that beating at the hands of Aphrodite that she just can't HANG!
Troy Franklin: Now Duke, you know as well as I do that Aphrodite had a LOT of 'help'. Her friend and partner in The Fab Four, Faith, way-layed Miss Gordon with a steel chair, and Aphrodite picked up the pieces! Thanks to that equalizer, it was academic.
Duke King: EXCUSES! A loss is a loss, Franklin, and you know it!!
{The curtains are thrown back as a motorcyle blazes through, the LAW faithful cheering loud and proud.}
Beth Harris: She is the SNOW STORM... Sarah... GORDOOOON!!!
{"The Snow Storm" sits upon the driver's seat, gripping the handlebars, and revving the engine. Sarah's girlfriend, "MuddaFukkin" Martha Faulken, sits behind her, with her arms wrapped tightly around "The Snow Storm"'s waist.}
Troy Franklin: Well, regardless of circumstance, I have a feeling that Sarah's been rather busy attending to her friends, Tifa & Martha. Violet carved BonJovi like a Thanksgiving turkey, with her bare hands!
Duke King: Not to mention the fact that she repaid Sarah's 'gal pal', Martha, for that Fujiwara from a couple weeks back!! The bWo tried to debut at the expense of Vi, and this entity known as 'The Third' brought them crashing down within weeks!
{Sarah pounds her fist against her chest, before raising the fist high to the air, the fans showering her with love. Martha leans in, gives Sarah a peck on the cheek, and then "The Snow Storm" charges down the ramp.}
Troy Franklin: And now, Tifa is slowly recovering in an emergency room. And Faulken isn't faring well herself, still suffering a broken arm. She's been forced off the active roster, but she's sticking around as Sarah's manager!
Duke King: Which only means she'll have the best seat in the house for the DECIMATION of her precious Sarah, bwahahaha!!
Troy Franklin: You're a cold, heartless, evil little man Duke...
Duke King: And don't you forget it!
{The 'cycle approaches the ring, before Sarah slows it down a bit, riding alongside the ring apron. Sarah nods at the fans as she passes, Martha reaching out her hand and high-fiving a few of them. Sarah then parks the 'cycle beside the ring steps, before hopping off, along with Martha.}
Duke King: I've said it before and I'll say it again. She can tone up, she can change her look, she can add a few more moves to the repertoire. She is STILL nothing more than a loud-mouth, inbred, hillbilly CURTAIN-JERKER!
Troy Franklin: ...A curtain-jerker in the main event?
Duke King: That is beside the point and you KNOW IT!!
{Sarah bumps knuckles with a few of the fans, before the two slide under the bottom rope and into the ring. Sarah & Martha take to opposite corners, "The Snow Storm" lifting her fist up once more, while Martha raises the 'devil horns'. The two women then hop down from the turnbuckles, before they embrace in a brief, but passionate kiss.}
"I sing for the melody... I sing for a REASON."
{Across the ring, Aphrodite looks on in disgust, rolling her eyes. Faith stands outside the ring, and she has a similar glare. Faulken rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, where Faith cuts her off. The Fab 4 member steps right up to Martha, glaring her down, before slapping the taste out of her mouth!! Martha's face reels to the side, as a bit of rage shows in her eyes...}
Troy Franklin: These four gals are SUPPOSED to be on the same page! They're already at eachothers throats!
Duke King: And that is PRECISELY why this match was made, you hosebrain! Mr. Dupree KNEW this sort of thing would happen, and after a PPV debut like we had? The Big Boss Man wants to keep that heat boiling!
Troy Franklin: Well, from the looks of things, he's doing a fine job of it...
{The calm and collected Faulken holds a hand to her cheek, her head turned, still feeling the mark left by Aphrodite's bestie. A sly smirk spreads across Martha's face, and a glint rests in her eyes. She turns back toward Faith, and instead of retaliating, she literally turns the other cheek, tapping her index lightly against the cheek as if to say "hit me with your best shot".}
Troy Franklin: And Martha maintaining her cool, simply daring Faith to take another swing!
Duke King: How someone like this chick ended up with a hot-head like Sarah, I'll never know.
Troy Franklin: Martha's stood by Sarah's side, trying her best to keep "The Snow Storm" focused, and to keep a level-head. As Miss Gordon put it, Faulken is her 'rock'.
{Faith lets out a huff of anger, before turning on her heel and heading around the ring corner. Martha grins ever so slightly, chuckling to herself, before turning back to the ring. She slaps the apron, attempting to get the fans behind her gal, despite her teammate for the evening...}
Beth Harris: And their opponents...
{The lights die down, and for a moment they become dim. The image of a rose-colored curtain pulls itself over the tron. The snapping of what seems like a thousand cameras flashing echoes throughout the arena. After a moment, the sounds of cheering can be heard, only the sound emits from the speakers as opposed to the live audience...}
"If you are, what you say you are, a superstar?
Then have no fear... the camera's here."
Beth Harris: Introducing FIRST. She makes her home in The City of Angels...
"And the microphones...
And they wanna know, oh, oh, oh, oh... (the return)..."
{The curtain rises, revealing the Hollywood sign, glowing in the moon's beam and a City of Lights. A helicopter hovers above the hills, its blades slicing through the air, as it shines a light down upon the city below. All of a sudden, it shines upon the camera, before a blinding light tears through... we are left with the image of a gleaming mirror, the camera's flash beaming upon the glass. Three words appear in dazzling diamonds-- }
"Reflection Of Perfection."
Beth Harris: She IS...The Rose Goddess. Five foot five, and 115 pounds of pure dynamite!! She has this business in her BLOOD.
{"SuperStar" by Lupe Fiasco drops on the speakers, the beat pounding throughout the building...}
"And you better wear ya shades,
The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage..."
Beth Harris: LAW Galaxy, please give it up for the star of the show, the Hollywood Bombshell herself, CRYSTAL...ROSE...LOPEZ...Hiltoooon!!
{Two spotlights crisscross their way across the stage, as the packed house is already jeering with all their might. A pair of men rush backward through the entry-way, rolling out a length of red carpet, as it stretches down the ramp. A group of photographers then quickly step out, snapping photo after photo.}
Troy Franklin: And it looks as if Crystal Hilton is arriving in grand style tonight!!
Duke King: LIKE CRYS SAID, Aphrodite is nothing but a cheap imitation!! I may like the gal, but I LOVE Miss Hilton! Nothing beats an original, the REAL Goddess of LAW!!
"Then out through China, nearly miss the airliners
Magnified times five, 'less it's pointed at the rhymer
Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest ablaze."
{The stage is rocked by a ton of white and pink pyro, before two towers of sparks shoot off on either side. A figure slowly emerges, walking backwards, arms outstretched, as the photographers shower her with flashes. She wears a hot pink leather trenchcoat, ‘Reflection Of Perfection’ emblazoned on the back in Black rhinestones, dazzling under the lights!}
"If you are what you say you are, a superstar?
Then have no fear, the crowd is here,
And the lights are on, and they wanna show..."
{Matching Pink/Black Uggs peek from underneath the coat, and her long, golden mane falls over the trench's collar. As the petals fall upon her, she holds her hands out to her sides, both of them slipped into a pair of black fingerless, glittery satin gloves, showing off her alternating pink&black nails. The figure whips around, popping the jacket with a Batman flourish! }
"So just take me home where the mood is mellow,
And the roses are grown, M&M's are yellow,
And the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker,
Everybody gets a nice autograph picture..."
{Suddenly, thousands upon thousands of rose petals float from the rafters, as cameras flash throughout the stadium. The photographers snap off a massive round of photos. Crystal Hilton stands atop the stage, hands upon her hips, pursing her lips with eyes hidden behind fuschia/black raybans! A conceited smirk stretches itself across her face, as the rose petals continue to drift down and land at her feet. The fans' hatred is reaching a fever pitch.}
Troy Franklin: Not only has she made a grand entrance, but it seems as if she's updated her wardrobe as well!
Duke King: Again, proving that anything anyone else can do? She can do better. EAT YOUR HEART OUT, SARAH! Now THIS is how you do a 'makeover'!
"One for you and one for your sister
Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener
Every song's her favorite song and mics don't feedback..."
"All the reviewers say 'You need to go and see that'."
{The paparazzi moves out a bit, as the rose petals continue to cascade from the roof down to the floor. "The Reflection of Perfection" nods her head self-assuredly, before raising her palms to the air, soaking in the fans' unbridled animosity. In a split second, she takes off, running down the ramp at breakneck speed before she jump/slides and knees onto the apron. She quickly shrugs out of the coat before grasping the middle rope with one hand.}
Troy Franklin: Adding to everything else, it seems as if Miss LOPEZ is displaying a bit of that Lucha background, showing the world an entrance as high energy as another Second Generation Lucha Sensation, Dalys la Caribeña!!
Duke King: All I know is, if she can bring THIS kinda non-stop, Tokyo Bullet-Train style energy to this match, then 'The Snow Storm' won't stand a snowball's chance in HELL!
Troy Franklin: You've been saving that one for a week or two now, haven't ya?
Duke King: ...shaddap.
{The trench falls to ringside, leaving black tights with Fuschia rose designs running up the legs, and a pink leather skirt pulled over. 'Rose' is written on the front, between two white floral accents, while the word 'Blossoming' stretches across the backside. She wears a jet black tee displaying the word 'BOSS' in bold, hot pink lettering, accentuated by shimmering, silver sequins. Around her throat she wears a chain, adorned by a 50 carat crystal pendant. The word 'BOSS', sparkling in the glow of a thousand cameras and the bright lights of the Mackenzie Center. Crys leans back, pulling on the rope, lifting her index in the air as the hate from the fans intensifies...doing nothing short of fueling her forward. She flips her glasses out into the crowd, showing off dark eyes rimmed with eyeliner!}
"And everybody claps 'cause everybody is pleased...
And then they all take the stage and start performin' for me."
{Crystal then pulls herself up, standing on the apron. She smirks, leaning back on the rope with her left hand, raising her right index to the sky, before vaulting over the top. She dives in, somersaults across the canvas, before flipping back up and hopping upon the middle rope, all in one fluid motion. The energy from the stadium is undeniable!}
Troy Franklin: Regardless of her actions, there is no mistake about it. This gal brings the heat!
Duke King: You better believe it! The fire is scorchin' from this spicy lil lady, and I can guaran-damn-TEE. Tonight? The 'Snow' WILL be melted, once and for all!!
Troy Franklin: The match hasn't even started yet, Duke! And you should know better than anybody by now, that ANYthing's possible in this sport!
{Standing upon the middle rope, Crystal once again raises an index to the air, showing off a cocky grin, reveling in every last boo and cat call. She hops down to the mat, before reaching over the top rope, handing her necklace over to the timekeeper. From the outside, Aphrodite glares intently at Hilton, flipping her hair as she licks her lips.}
Troy Franklin: And it looks like these two are ready to go at it, after Crystal's claims of Aphrodite being a pretender to the throne!
Duke King: It's gonna be Goddess vs Goddess, and I for one cannot WAIT!! Two of the hottest gals in the industry tussling around on the mat? YES PLEASE!!
Troy Franklin: And you got the best seat in the house, ya lucky bastard, enjoy it! Heheh.
Duke King: Oh, you know I will!! No doubt about it...
{Crys then rushes toward a corner, swiftly springing to the middle turnbuckle--When the lights cut out.}
{The arena is engulfed in a dark void. Nothingness. For a brief moment... before an unfamiliar tune begins to play...}
"Your fear...It moves me.
Your weakness? I taste.
I breathe you.
I hate you.
"You course through my veins.
"And Nooow...
AND NOOOW?"
{The fans are now buzzing louder than they possibly have the entire night. The lights flash a dark and ominous crimson, as one moment the stage is empty...The next?}
{A figure can be seen standing, glaring down at the ring.}
"I need you...But I hate you.{A figure can be seen standing, glaring down at the ring.}
'Cause I want nothing else."
{As these words filter through the PA, the figure can be seen making its way to the ring, as Sarah, Martha, Aphrodite, Faith, and even Crystal Hilton seem to be more than a bit weary of the prescence of this...entity.}
Duke King: Okay...What in the absolute, living HELL is going on here?!
Troy Franklin: I think you may have very well hit the nail right on the head...This is a demonic scene, if I've ever seen one...
{Images of bleeding walls, broken dolls and bloodied bodies litter the tron, as the figure slowly approaches, an audible terror residing in the collective gasps of every member of the LAW audience... The screen cuts to static, before we find ourselves looking at a raging inferno, flames bathing over every inch of the land...Scorched Earth.}
Beth Franklin: L.A.W. ...This...Is...THE THIRD.
Troy Franklin: Talk about making an entrance....
Duke King: Our Marquee champion putting the other gals in this match to shame...
{Vi methodically moves toward the ring, as a hush has fallen across the arena. All five ladies around the ring gaze on, in what can most certainly be described as awe... She wears a long, flowing jet black trenchcoat, accentuated by crimson, chains dangling down the sides, and a large hood pulled over-- a dark, dingy violet, with blood red stitching, made from torn and tattered cloth. Her hands are slipped into a pair of velvet gloves, dark purple, black zig zags criss crossing their way through the fabric. She reaches the halfway point down the ramp...before slowly raising her fists above her head, displaying the 'devil horns', as flames rise upon the stage...}
Troy Franklin: There's certainly something different about The Third...when she's like this...you can see it in her eyes...
Duke King: And all of the other women in this match can DEFINITELY see it... They're ALL taken aback, this is-- This is astounding. There really are no words, Troy...
{She steps to the ring, before slowly taking to the apron. The lights flicker, before returning to normal. The song fades....and Vi nods to Crystal, signaling for her to kick off the match.}
Troy Franklin: Violet, or 'The Third', has allowed Crys to get things started, but it looks as if Hilton is still in shock!!
Duke King: I think we all are...
{Crys continues to gaze toward this enitity.....Aphrodite slides into the ring, and immediately pounces on Crystal Hilton!}
Troy Franklin: And Aphrodite using the distraction to her advantage!! The tension between these two had already begun to boil, and here we go, Goddess vs Goddess!
Duke King: All I know is I AM LOVING THIS RIGHT NOW!!
{The two women roll around on the canvas, scratching and clawing at eachother, and the bell hasn't even rung yet! The ref comes in to seperate the two, and the fans are booing him!}
Duke King: I don't blame the people here in Chattanooga, that was gonna be one HELL of a cat fight!
Troy Franklin: The referee attempting to restore order here, so this one can officially get underway.
{Crys and Aphrodite are backed into their corners. The bell rings, and this one is on and cookin'! And JUST as soon as the bell rings, the two are back at it again! Crys charges, spearing Aphrodite into a corner, before backing up...BITCH SLAP!}
Troy Franklin: Ooo, and The Rose Goddess dishing out a dose of Aphrodite's own medicine with that one!
Duke King: Well they don't call her the The Reflection of Perfection for nothin'! And BOTH of these gals are perfect in my eyes!
{Aphrodite raises a hand to her cheek, before mouthing the words 'you bitch...' ...She GORES Crystal to the canvas, and she's laying in the fists! Aphrodite then pulls Crys to her feet, loads her up and DROPS her with the Lifting Reverse DDT!}
Troy Franklin: LOVE POTION NUMBER NINE! Aphrodite sends Crys down to the mat with a thud that echoes around the arena!
{Aphrodite then turns to Sarah, and it seems as if "The Snow Storm" wants in this thing! Aphrodite walks toward her, and--}
Duke King: Talk to the hand, cuz the face ain't listenin'!
Troy Franklin: And Aphrodite just taunted Sarah, denying Miss Gordon entry into this match!
Duke King: GOOD!! It's Goddess vs Goddess in there and we don't need the ring to be littered with white TRASH!! Perfection is shining in the squared-circle!
Troy Franklin: But this match is supposed to be based on teamwork! I already don't like where this is headed...
{Sarah lets out a huff of frustration, as Aphrodite turns around--RIGHT INTO A CHICK KICK!}
Troy Franklin: Flashing Lights! And Aphrodite's on the mat, looking UP at the lights as she definitely should have went for the tag!
Duke King: Personally, either way we've got a winner on our hands in this match! Rose Goddess, Greek Goddess..They're both SMOKIN' HOT!
{And Crystal walks toward Vi/The Third, going for the tag...And Vi hops down to the floor!}
Troy Franklin: And speaking of tensions, it seems as if Violet feels the same way about Crystal that both Aphrodite AND Sarah do!
Duke King: After Crystal called her, and I quote, "A psychotic bitch who needs to be placed in a mental institution", how can ya blame her?! I think Vi wouldn't mind doing the same thing to Crystal that she did to Tifa at Validation!
{Crys lets out a sound displaying the same irritation Sarah felt with Aphrodite...}
Troy Franklin: Hilton stepped up to claim the Marquee Title at our debut iPPV, but Vi cut her off at the legs. She's definitely less than pleased to be teaming with "The Reflection of Perfection" in this match!
Duke King: She turns around--LOVE SPELL! LoveSpell outta nowhere!
Troy Franklin: And the spinning heel kick found its mark! Crystal Hilton is DOWN! Another gal that coulda used the tag!
Duke King: And the Marquee champ is on the floor, cackling at Crys who's taken a nasty boot to the face!
{Aphrodite heads up top, as Crys slowly begins to stir... Aphrodite stands on the tip top turnbuckle, as she blows a kiss to the Rose Goddess... Crystal turns around, as Aphrodite SAILS from the post, wraps her legs around Hilton's head and snaps off a lighting quick hurricanrana. Crys is sent careening through the air and crashing to the canvas!}
Troy Franklin: And the Goddess Complex CONNECTS!! Aphrodite breaking out a bit of the lucha style herself!
Duke King: This has ALREADY gotta be up there as a contender for match of the year, no doubt about it!
{Aphrodite is now a tad tired, as she moves toward the corner, finally ready to make the tag...But Sarah hops down to the ring floor!}
Duke King: WHAT?! And she was griping just a little bit ago about not getting the tag!!! Really?!
Troy Franklin: Well, it seems as if Sarah's content with taking a cue from Miss Hilton, giving Aphrodite a taste of her own medicine!
{Aphrodite gets to a knee, glaring out at Sarah, as "The Snow Storm" chuckles to herself, motioning to Aphrodite as if to say-- 'go ahead, ya got this one toots'.}
Troy Franklin: Sarah having some fun at Aphrodite's expense! But I gotta admit, it certainly would have helped her own cause if she woulda came into this ring...
Duke King: You're damned RIGHT it woulda helped Sarah's cause, but more importantly--APHRODITE!! She doesn't deserve to have this hillbilly bringin' her down! Violet was right, Sarah's nothing more than a self-serving, egotistical, incompetent, idiotic, inbred HERMAPHRODITE!!
Troy: Oh will you STOP?!
{Aphrodite shakes her head, rolling her eyes. She then stands to her feet, and turns toward the fallen Crystal Hilton. She inches in for the kill.....But Violet slaps her hand down upon Hilton's shoulder, tagging herself into this one!}
Duke King: Oh dear god...
Troy Franklin: And now business is about to REALLY pick up, sports fans! The Third has entered the fray for the first time, and I gotta feeling...It's SHOWTIME folks!
{Aphrodite realizes this modified incarnation of Violet has finally brought herself into the match, and "The Beautiful Nightmare" is backing out! Her eyes fill with horror, as Vi creeps in closer and closer...Aph continues to back up...}
Troy Franklin: And the tag has been made! Sarah Gordon just slapped the back of Aphrodite, and "The Snow Storm" has FINALLY hit the ring!
Duke King: Better she feel the Rage than Aphrodite! Wouldn't want that pretty face to get messed up! Sarah doesn't have to worry about that problem.
Troy Franklin: Can it, King!!
{Aphrodite realizes Sarah's entered this one, and she more than happily obliges, filing through the top and middle ropes to the outside.}
Troy Franklin: And "The Greek Goddess" is gettin' the hell outta dodge!
Duke King: I do not blame her! After Validation, seeing what she did to the so-called "Unhinged Angel" AND Sarah's girlfriend Martha...there's no telling what this FREAK can do in a match!
{Sarah glares across the ring at The Third, no smirk, just a serious sneer, ready to go to war against her arch-rival.}
Troy Franklin: These two are quickly building a history, and this is the FIRST time they've stepped to eachother in an actual match!!
Duke King: The bWo claimed to be 'helping' Vi upon their debut? Please, it was clear they were nothing more than a band of hoodlums! Well, that unprovoked ATTACK met its match when The Third SLAUGHTERED Tifa & Martha at Validation!
{Sarah slowly enters the ring, before walking right up to The Third, and staring her down, nose to nose!}
Duke King: Whether they like it or not, the bWo is on the shelf. And I, for one, hope it STAYS that way! And right here tonight, Vi could 'help' Sarah, right onto the injured list with her running buddies!!
Troy Franklin: Tifa's in the emergency room, and Martha's been relegated to a managerial role while her arm recovers. LAW hopes the both of them are able to return to the ring as soon as possible!
Duke King: Speak for yourself! At Validation, The Third began the hunt to check off a few names on her 'list'. And I couldn't have been HAPPIER that it all started with that WEIRDO Tifa, and Sarah's gal pal "MuddaFukkin" Martha Faulken!!
{The Third smirks, oh so viciously, but Sarah's having none of it, as she goes for a right fist to the face!!....but Vi QUICKLY ducks under, popping right behind "The Snow Storm"!}
Troy Franklin: And I have no IDEA how she was able to move so quickly! That was LIGHTNING fast!
Duke King: It's this transformation, Franklin, she's on BEAST MODE right now!!
{Vi turns around, leaps into the air...REVERSE FRANKENSTEINER!! Snapping it off from a standing position, and Sarah's head and neck are DRIVEN into the canvas!}
Troy Franklin: Oh my GAWD!! How on EARTH.....She's already hit the Shrinking Violet!! And Sarah's out like a light!
Duke King: I TOLD YOU!! This is an ENTIRELY NEW 'Makayla Cooper'. The Mack Sarah knew is dead and GONE, baby, and I call it an UPGRADE!!
Troy Franklin: Sarah underwent a change herself.....But not quite in this fashion...
{The Third snarls, before screaming into the air like a banshee......Sarah slowly makes it to her feet.....Vi springs off the TOP rope and NAILS the Roundhouse Kick!!}
Troy Franklin: PUSHING UP DAISIES!! With authority, and Sarah is OUT!!
Duke King: YES!!! C'MON, LET'S GO THIRD! Let's go Third, c'mon Troy chant it with me!!
Troy Franklin: I'm fine, thank you VERY much...
{Vi pounds a fist against her chest, shouting into the air...She then hooks Sarah by the legs, and turns her over...Sharpshooter!!}
Troy Franklin: And Sarah is locked, this could be it already!!
Duke King: TAP! TAP! TAP!
{Sarah thrashes wildly for the ropes, but this 'Third' has the move cinched with a DEATH grip! The strength she posses has Sarah BEGGING for the ropes...but finding nothing. Begrudgingly, body rapidly wracking with pain, Sarah taps, as a thunderous response of boos shakes the stadium.}
Troy Franklin: I.....I can't believe it....
Duke King: She's done!! She tapped.... Oh Troy, DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?!
{Suddenly....the lights cut out. Before two figures visibly slide into the ring...They wield steel chairs...And they BOTH strike down Sarah!!}
Troy Franklin: Now what in God's name is goin' on?!
Duke King: I have no idea WHO they are, but they seem to have struck "The Snow Storm"...GOOD!
{The two darkened figures way-lay Sarah...Before the other ladies in the ring join in on the attack!! Martha attempts to help, but her arm injury prevents her from being much assistance, and a single superkick takes her out.}
{The lights return...and Violet has vanished.... And Aphrodite stands tall above "MuddaFukkin" Martha Faulken!!}
Troy Franklin: What the...WHAT IS THIS?! Aphrodite, that's your own partner's MANAGER, for christ sakes!!
Duke King: Not anymore it isn't!! The match is over, and I really don't think she cares! Martha is flat on her back, and after the attack she suffered at Validation, I don't see her getting up any time soon!
{Crystal Hilton giggles lightly to herself, rolling her eyes at Aphrodite. She shouts-- "Watch how a PRO gets it done, you poser!" She then pulls Martha to her feet...Faulken is on wobbly legs. Crys mimes 'snapping a picture', then bounds to the turnbuckle, before springboarding off and DROPPING Martha with the 630 Senton Corkscrew!}
Duke King: Lights, Camera, ACTION!! And Faulken's done, son!!
Troy Franklin: This is absolute MADNESS, and the ref's just letting this continue?! Can't we get some officials, some SECURITY down here?!
Duke King: OF COURSE NOT! I told you before, and I'll tell ya again. Lucas Dupree KNOWS what's best for business, and this right here? This is a ratings BLOWOUT! If you thought the beating the bWo dished out was brutal, you ain't seen NOTHIN' yet!
{Crystal then turns to Faith, ordering her to pick up Sarah. Faith follows, bringing Sarah to a vertical base, before nailing the Face Breaker, bringing "The Snow Storm" CRASHING down upon Faith's knees!! Crystal lets off a slight smirk. She then turns an eye across the ring... Mackenzie Vaughn and Angel Kash are keeping Martha down with the chairs they introduced to the squared-circle. They're berating the now completely defenseless Faulken with shot after brutal shot to the spine, as well as the legs. Crystal lets out a whistle, and the two F.F. members turn to her. She signals something, and in turn, Angel Kash wraps her chair around Martha's injured arm. Crys raises a 'thumbs up'....Before turning it upside down. Mackenzie nods her head with a sadistic smirk, before CRACKING the steel down, the resulting, sickening sound reverberating through the stadium!}
Troy Franklin: My GOD, that's another couple months taken off of Martha's career! These women are maniacs, somebody's gotta stop this!!
Duke King: Are you KIDDING?! I don't want it to END!!
Troy Franklin: And is it just me, or does it seem like Crystal Hilton is directing traffic out here?!
Duke King: The Fab Four could USE a little direction, if ya ask me. And just like the song goes..."They all take the stage. And start performin' for me"...
{Crys curls her index finger inward, motioning for Vaughn to pull Sarah up to her feet. She does so, and then pushes her out a bit, causing her to stand, but barely. Vaughn strikes her chair to the canvas as if she were a hall-of-fame baseball player about to hit a home run...Crys slowly drags her thumb across her throat, and Mackenzie strikes at the same time as her partner Kash, and the two gals BASH Sarah's brains in with a deadly Con-Chair-To!!}
Duke King: On this night, at least, it seems as if The ORIGINAL Goddess has taken on another moniker...Ring Leader!!
{Sarah crumbles to the mat, as both members of the Fab Four toss their chairs to the ring, before lifting their hands in the air, soaking in the deafening disdain, as the fans voice how they feel about the scene that's unraveling before their eyes! They even begin to hurl trash into the ring, at The Fab Four and Crystal Hilton, who take it all in stride, with smiles on their gorgeous faces.}
Troy Franklin: This is...This is DISGUSTING!
Duke King: Speak for yourself, this is BEAUTIFUL!! Sarah DESERVED this, after the attitude she's been showing lately! About time someone brought both her AND her gal pal down a peg or two!!
Troy Franklin: I just have this feeling that Sarah was anything but ready for this night, and ESPECIALLY not something like this. It's a mugging, is what it is...
{Crystal Hilton then locks Martha into a submission hold of her own, the Elevated Boston Crab!}
Duke King: And poor, defenseless Martha getting a taste of her own medicine! How ya like THEM apples, 'sweetness'?! How's that taste, huh?!
Troy Franklin: Oh will you knock it off, King? Seriously, this is a vicious assault, and it's entirely unwarranted!
Duke King: UNWARRANTED? Says you. And OH, Aphrodite just broke out a new move she refers to as "Nothing Personal"!
{Aphrodite connects with The Scissor Kick, bringing Sarah down. Aphrodite hops over the top rope to the apron...She points inside, at the prone body of "The Snow Storm", before leaping onto the top rope, springing off, and nailing the Shooting Star Press!!}
Duke King: JUST BUSINESS!! And Sarah's out like a light! And Aphrodite isn't done......DIZKO-TEK!! "The Beautiful Nightmare" just hit an absolutely BEAUTIFUL Twist of Fate, and Sarah is choking on her breath, I'm LOVIN' IT!
Troy Franklin: This is just...I can't believe this...
Duke King: BELIEVE IT!!!
{"The Reflection of Perfection" STILL has the Withering Rose locked in tight on Faulken. Martha's thrashing about wildly, trying DESPERATELY to break free...}
Duke King: After this? Martha's gonna have a leg to match her broken arm!
Troy Franklin: You're SICK, you know that Duke? You're a sick and spiteful asshole!
{While Crystal Hilton keeps the Withering Rose cinched in, Martha reaches out to her lover, "The Snow Storm"...But she's locked in the camel clutch at the hands of Aphrodite! Sarah's eyes are glossy, and she seems to barely be conscious. But with what little life she has left, she manages to reach out her hand...and her fingers graze against those of Martha's. The two interlace their fingers, trying to gain some tiny bit of strength from one another, tears flowing down Martha's face...As Mackenzie Vaughn, Angel Kash and Faith cackle, cheering on every second.}
Duke King: This is the greatest LAW main event EVER!!
Troy Franklin: Oh will you PLEASE...WAIT A MINUTE. The lights just cut out again, NOW WHAT?!
{With the lights out once more, the sounds inside the ring begin to quiet down. A few moments pass, before the lights begin to flicker, giving off a vibe reminiscent of an abandoned factory... The grinding of metal against metal can be heard. A bone-rattling, spine-shivering, deep, possessed howl quakes through the speakers... Suddenly, a sharp, painful scream rings out through the Mackenzie Center...before it quickly dies away. Then, another tune begins to play...}
"She sits in her corner, singing herself to sleep.
Wrapped in all of the promises, that no one seems to keep."
{One lone light shines dimly upon the center of the squared circle. Sarah Gordon lies in the middle of the ring, drenched in blood, a scene ripped from the pages of Validation, after Violet... or 'The Third' ...tore Tifa BonJovi to shreds. Every inch of Sarah is covered with scars and bruises, her attire clawed to pieces... The entire arena has fallen deathly silent, as she chokes on a mouthful of blood...}
"She no longer cries to herself...No tears left to wash away.Just diaries of empty pages, feelings gone astray."
{....As The Third rests upon The Snow Storm's chest, sitting with a boot placed firmly down on either side of Sarah's broken body. She glares down into Sarah's glazed over eyes....}
"But she will sing....."
"Till everything burns. While everyone screams. Burning their lies. Burning my dreams...
"All of this hate. And all of this pain. I'll burn it all down. As my anger reigns."
{She then rises to her feet, above Sarah, Marquee Title clutched in her grasp. She raises it slowly above her head....}
"Till everything burns."
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"All of this hate. And all of this pain. I'll burn it all down. As my anger reigns."
{Vi/The Third reaches down, and pats Sarah's on the cheek, before shoving her bruised face aside, shaking her head, as if she's disappointed. She whispers maliciously...}
"...i thought you would have been a challenge...pity."
{She then rises to her feet, above Sarah, Marquee Title clutched in her grasp. She raises it slowly above her head....}
"Till everything burns."
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