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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 2:26 am
The following match is a traditional Survivor Series elimination tag team match! This match has a special stipulation: The surviving team members will compete in the next card against each other, to determine the #1 contendership to Femme Fatal Championship. Introducing first...
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 4:34 pm
Si-Si-Si-Sinister Sy-Sy-Syndicate Echoed throughout the arena, as it grew dark. The crowd roared and cheered, as there were distinguishable chants of 'TOO SWEET! TOO SWEET!' 'GET WRECKED! GET SHOT! BANG! BANG! 'PEW! PEW! TITS! ' The tron showed the '2GS' as they rotated and spelled out 'Second Generation Saviors' A guitar rift shot out and roared, as Metallica's " Broken, Beaten and Scarred" blasted throughout the arena The mini tron had various logos of the faction members appearing Fate Leonhart, with her family crest emblazoned upon a roaring lion was shown, as an limo made it's way from the back, the driver opened the door as the woman who was now known as Fate Leonhart, made her way out, accompanied by armed security guards, with her logo on their shirts.
The camera man caught a '2GS, Legit Better than You' logo on the back
She stood on the stage, sunglasses on. She was the epitome of a movie star come to life, giving a smile she pointed to the back.You rise, you fall, you're down then you rise again
What don't kill you make you more strong
You rise, you fall, you re down then you rise again
What don't kill you make you more strong
Melissa had her name featured in smokey letters, super imposed over two katanas and a fox.
The Entrance ramp and stage filled with smoke, the tron featured a spiritual fox mask, as a woman in robes came out wearing the fox mask.
Looking from left, to right. She then faced forward, reaching up to her mask, she ripped it off her face, as her kimono fell to the ground, she tilted her head down, shooting it back up swiftly.
Her arms stretched out, her hair wild. Giving off a smirk, she stood next to Fate.
Both awaiting their partners. Rise, fall, down, rise again
What dont kill you make you more strong
Rise, fall, down, rise again
What dont kill you make you more strong The next logo was Mirela as it had her name featured upon a crimson moon, with multiple bats
Mirela flew out of the back, wearing a cloak. She darted from side to side as if she was gliding, it was apparent that she had a harness on that carried her.
Sailing her over the crowd, and arena, giving the 'Too Sweet' gesture, as she was then brought back to the ramp, giving the gesture to her partners
Through black days
Through black nights
Through pitch black insights
Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Breaking your life, broken beat and scarred
But we die hard Eras had clockgears, and a mythical creature spelling out her name, alongside a logo of a world being clutched by multiple hands.
She hopped out from the back, ran to each side of the ramp, then darted towards the middle of it shooting the 'Too Sweet' gesture to the sky,
as smoke poured upwards from the ramp,
Multiple colored pyro exploded behind the fearsome foursome The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath
What dont kill you make you more strong
The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath
What dont kill you make you more strong
Dawn, death, fight, final breath
What dont kill you make you more strong
Dawn, death, fight, final breath
What don't kill you make you more strong
Introducing first, representing the Sinister Syndicate....
Fate Leonhart, Mirela, Melissa Drummond, Eras Clepsydra...
Collectively they are known as 2GS.... Second Generation Saviors! The four shot their signature poses on the ramps, as the crowd continued to roar with their chants of 'TOO SWEET! PEW! PEW! TITS!' The later had been the standard chant due to Melissa being an exhibitionist A perfect blend of the rich class, the steampunk, the gothic and oriental elements merged into one. They scratched me
They scraped me
They couldn't rape me
Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Breaking your life, broken beat and scarred
But we die hard The girls got to ring, as Eras and Melissa hopped up on the apron, leaning down Melissa bared her cleavage to the crowd and to her stable mates. The two, held hands, spun around facing Fate and Mirela, as they both did duo splits onto the second rope. Fate and Mirela looking at each other teased a kiss to each other for the fans, but instead 'TOO SWEET'-ed one another, as they ran and dove under Eras and Melissa. All four of them got into the middle of the ring, and gave their signature poses.
Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Braiding your soul in a hard luck story
Show your scars
Spilling your blood in a hot suns foray
Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred
We die hard
We die hard
We die hard
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 11:21 pm
Standing in the ring, Eras motioned for a mic from the stage hand and recieved it. "I'd like to set the record straight for those of you smarks, and some of you troglodytes out there. The four of us here were bred for perfection, genetically superior in every way.
You can go 'Oh these four have to face each other to get a title shot, and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. "
Eras spoke making talking motions with her fingers, her eyes rolled back. Giving an exasperated sigh, mocking the crowd.
"Let me tell you a story... Three years ago, the world witnessed magic, 'The' last great womens wrestling match, and that was between my mother, and my mother-in-law. Boo me all you want, but you know it's true. Do tell me what was the last great womens match you saw after that? You cannot. "
Pausing for a moment to let the crowd do their thing.
"Ask yourselves this, and I want you to think really, really, hard. But don't strain your brains because I know the answer already. Have ANY of the WWFG 'Femme Fatales' and I use that term very loosely, which is fitting considering... You know because they're loose. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not knocking people like Claire or Karen, I mean those two have been over so many times they're practically family. But your Janelles, your Mirandas, your Elizas, Your Kyms, your Cambrias, your Wylde Roses, Your Violettas, your Nichelles. How positively trashy most of those names are. What's even worse than their trashy names, is their trashy work in the ring. It's positively garbage, and 'this' is the 'new age of 'divas' you're accustomed to. All of you out there, your children are growing up with the worst pieces of trash to watch since the god damn Bellas, since Eva ******** Marie. That is the norm for you. '
Eras stated pointing to various members in the crowd, and she shook her head in disappointment. The crowd had a mixed reaction
"You're accustomed to garbage, and you tune out. See the previous womens wrestlers, like my mother, like Phoenixfire, like Mystique, Christina Parks, Claire, Karen, Bianca, Sandra, Savannah Leonhart, the list goes on and on. Those women have NOTHING to prove, but they have NOTHING to gain from teaching trashy women how to fight, to compete. They do it anyways, and the end result is that they end up smelling like trash. Don't believe me?
Look at past matches with the greats, the greats versus the greats.
They left you emotionally invested, they out wrestled men, they even BEAT them various times. They beat men three, four times their size because of their determination, and unwavering desire.
And then you have 'this' current crop, who's bones break easier than a wet paper bag. Who the only emotions they leave you is frustration, anger, sickness, nausea, and sleepiness.
I 'would' have said that 'may' be, there was one or two who had some soft of potential, but 'that'.... That... was quickly discovered to be a mere lapse of judgement. They have absolutely NO desire to improve, absolutely NO desire to prove all those nonsense words, that verbal diarrhea if you will that they constantly tell each and every one of you. Like 'I'm the best' or 'I'm the greatest' when history has proven otherwise, when YOU, can see otherwise when you're outclassed, outranked, out-wrestled, and outdone time and time again. THEY DO NOT WANT TO LEARN, AND IT'S KILLING THE ART FOR EVERYONE. They could be great, they want to be trash. Because it's easy for anyone to be garbage and if it was easy, everyone would be doing it the 'Salem Croft' way, 'Get people's hopes up, No-Show, Repeat'. or the 'Boxer Anarchy way' be a b***h, quit, repeat or there's the 'Jamie Kym' way 'Complain, Be a cross dresser, b***h, have no talent, repeat' or the 'Janelle way' Be Lita, Act like Jarel, repeat . "
Eras then pointed to each of her team mates and herself.
"But we're here to fix that, to 'save' that. You see, Mirela here. She's the daughter of one of the greatest womens wrestlers of all time, The German Pride, Sandra. Fate, who not only is apart of the prestigious Leonhart family, but is the daughter of another great women's wrestler, Savannah Leonhart. Melissa, the exhibitionist that she is, is the daughter of a great champion and hall of famer Harli, and it's no secret that 'I' am the daughter of the most decorated wrestler in history, and the most decorated women's wrestler in history. I speak of Chrono and Yukari Clepsydra respectively.
As I said before, we're quite literally genetically superior, we're THE Next Generation of GREAT Women's wrestlers, not your models, not your jokes. Not your bimbos, not your wanna-bes, and never-will-bes. We are great because we were born and bred into it.
We're here to entertain, we're here to kick cnass, we're here to wrestle. '
The crowd applauded and stood up, as she spoke, hanging on every word.
'What you see right before you is greatness, we all have a common goal and we don't mind kicking each other's a** to achieve that goal.
So it matters not who out of the four of us will go on to face the 'Femme Fatale' champion, because that title is coming home to the Sinister Syndicate, and more importantly it will be in the 2GS, where WOMENS WRESTLING MATTERS. Say whatever you want about US, and what we do. But know this, I know each and every single one of you know what we're capable of, YOU know you deserve better, you know we can do what they CAN'T. And what they can't do is wrestle. "
She spoke with enthusiasm, and passion and then dropped the mic. Her points made.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2015 10:29 pm
Evacuate the dance floor -Cascada plays over the PA as the supposed Captain of Team Rose, Wylde Rose appeared at the top of the stage,overlooking the proven vets. The newest addition to the Femme fatale division took a minute to marvel at the talent below,before lifting the mic, and in a soft voice beginning to speak. " Y-you know, I was waiting back there, listening. Like everyone here, I was captivated by what you said,Just like everyone here at War Games. You're right. You are. These people deserve better." The people would have a mixed reaction to Wylde's concession. " B-but hear me out, okay? Because what I have to say,what my teammates and I have to prove to you is that this is not all we are capable of. I have had two matches here. I am new I am at the bottom of the mountain. We look up to you, those who have made it to the top. Is it our fault that we do not meet your expectations? I think it is more likely that you,who are on the top of the mountain,above the clouds cannot see the bottom. Not even for yourselves. Everyone who has ever been as good as you are now have started at the bottom,looking up at people who saw you the same way you see us. Upstarts,useless. Trash." the crowd was now silent,listening to this petite diva attempt to explain to her idols,why she belonged here. " You say that everyone in the back is not willing to learn,is not willing to change,to adapt. You want a truly good match,for the future generations of our fans? It cannot be you four and no one else. It will have to be the Wylde and Miranda Roses, The Eliza's and the Sarah Skye's The Cambria Lynn's. So we stand here,the heavy underdogs,the Newbies,the trash. We are in a match against you,the elite. And we will step up our game. Do not think for a second this will be a walk in the park. Because I will learn,I will adapt, And even if we do not win,we will give you one hell of a fight. So let me introduce you to M-my team..."(everyone else can enter)
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 12:31 pm
Holding her teammates back from this petite woman, the more level headed Eras took the mic once more.
"Did you not listen to what I said? Because had you did, you would know that We...' Eras spoke as she pointed to her teammates and herself.
'We... Are the next generation. Had you listened to what I had to say, you would know that WE come from greatness, because we were born from it.
You say that our heads are in the clouds, looking down at you? That couldn't be further from the truth, we're here on earth looking through you. Straight past you,
We scratched, clawed, bled, bruised, broken and all that typical blood, sweat, teared crap everyone spewed. We did all of that before we could even SEE the ring, let alone get IN the ring. You guys have no idea... No idea what we went through.
You see for you guys, you put on your fancy make up, you frilly little outfits and call yourself a wrestler. We on the other hand have multiple legacies to live up to. You have nothing. Just perception on what you 'think' you know.
And your lack of teammates coming out all but prove that.'
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 2:09 pm
Wylde looked down at the four in the ring with a little more understanding. "O-oh. I see. You haven't done anything. You have to validate yourselves at the expense because you have to prove you belong here, With those names. Drummond. Leonheart. Clepsydra. All of you have something to prove. And you face a Rose. Must be a dream come true. earn some points with mommy with a win over the sister of the current number one contender. A woman who she injured and beat last week. And win a title shot, Make daddy proud. You stand on the shoulders of giants. You say you are level headed? You say You are looking past us? head's not in the clouds. If you think any of that is true then you are just flat out delusional. When you are raised on the shoulders of giants you reach past the cloud. Especially when you need to validate yourself in their eyes. But you know what? You say people who wrestle with trash end up smelling similar? Well, win lose or draw that is your fate. But we won't go down as easy as all that. Right,Lizzy?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 3:03 pm
Mirela having stood silently in the ring while Wylde and Eras did all the talking but that last comment made by Wylde as she quietly with a smile on her face walked over to the ropes and was handed her own mic before walking back to where she was standing.
"Are you really saying that I need to validate myself? I mean Melissa and I here had our first match here against each other last week, and from what the fans on social media have been telling me it was the best women's match this company has seen in a long time. That fact alone already validates both Melissa and myself being here in this company from just one match. You say we face a Rose? That's fitting since Rose's don't last long after they bloom and quickly wilt and die. That is what will happen to you tonight since I'll give you a tip. I have no issues when it comes to horribly injuring or maiming anyone that talks as much as you do without the skills to back it up in fact I thoroughly enjoy it. Now are you done stalling for time while the rest of your team is too afraid to come out and actually put forward some effort?"
Mirela still keeping the smile on her face noticed Fate extending an arm to her for the mic which Mirela gladly handed to Fate and went back to waiting.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 4:02 pm
(Goddammit stop ruining the moment you meanies!) Rebel yell - Dope Played as Eliza walked out from backstage . She walked towards Wylde and stood next to her crossing her arms. Looks at the ring for her opponents. Eliza however didn't cared for their words it wasn't as amusing she yawned after hearing their blabbering. Specially with Mirela and Eras still talking.
'Anyone else is buying this?"
She whispered to Wylde just waiting for the rest of the team.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 9:10 pm
At this point Eras, was shaking her head. Clearly the stupidity of Miranda rubbed off on Wylde. She took the mic from Mirela
"Are you that moronic? Honestly, I don't need to validate a damn thing, as my friend here said, neither of us do. I am the Owner of multi-million dollar companies and I did it without the Clepsydra name.
I said from the start what our goals were, simple as that. My mother injured your sister without even breaking a sweat, and history is going to repeat itself with you. '
Eras spoke as she then pointed to Eliza
'Do tell me something sweetheart, how badly does it suck knowing that you've been competing for years, and you've only been really booked against the likes of Jamie Kym, Amber Belmonti,Violetta, Nichelles and so on and so forth. Sure you've had a few people other than them sprinkled about but am I right in assuming that the caliber of opponent's you've faced are... Lacking.
I remember watching you when you first came on the scene, and I said to myself. This girl can do better, she can do better... And yet when I see you now... I can't say the same thing, because you haven't really done anything to show otherwise. A tag title win? They practically give those away...
You know what? I don't care, Fate.. You talk, these idiots are giving me a headache, and I'm tired of them stalling for time. "
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 8:18 am
"Gladly." The scion of the Leonhart clan grabbed the mic that had been passed down the chain to her. She smirked, looking at the Team Rose members who'd already shown up, clearly unimpressed. A lion does not deign to look upon gazelles with any mercy.
"First of all, you want to talk about names, Wylde Rose? Maybe you should consider a new one, because yours kinda makes you sound like the softcore porn reject I'm pretty sure you are. But you do have a point. Yeah, I'm here because of my mother. Do you honestly think for a minute that I would be standing here, in my first-ever professional match in North America, on WWF pay-per-view, if I wasn't the daughter of one of the greatest champions of all time? Maybe you are as stupid as Eras says you are. I mean, you did just pretty much admit to being wrestling garbage."
The crowd jeered harshly. It was bad enough that the daughters of four world's champions had decided to align and beat on everyone else, but Fate had been making it abundantly clear that they intended on being complete and total bitches about it. Then again, what else could be expected of the daughter of Savannah Leonhart? Great champion though she was, Fate's mother had a tendency to go on profane rants, both on Twitter and live at sold-out arenas. A tendency which her little girl had clearly inherited.
"I think you're just a liiiiittle bit jealous of us. I bet you had to work really hard to get here, right? Had to drive fifty miles to wrestle in front of ten people and get paid twenty bucks? Maybe had to live in your car and survive purely on Hostess snack cakes? The only thing I had to do to get here was turn 18. I even turned down contract offers for four years so I could go to college! WWF threw piles of money at me to be here tonight, in one of their featured matches, sight completely unseen. Now, if you're having doubts about my qualifications, take another step towards me. I'll be glad to show you up close."
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 9:57 am
"Easy ladies, easy!" a voice echoed throughout the arena shortly after Fate had finished saying her piece. What now? Couldn't the match just start already? Seriously! Yeah the girls on both sides were making some interesting points, but the people paid some good money to see an all girls elimination tag match! However it wasn't long before a young woman dressed in a very punk rock/metal like manner walked out from the curtain and stood next to Elize and Wylde. Now to some she may have seemed like an unknown or somebody that just didn't belong within the confines of a wrestling ring. However those that did know her, they are the ones that understood why she was there and just who she was. So in that respect a few spots within the sold out crowd began to take up a "Draven! Draven! Draven" chant, which in turn caused the woman to smile underneath that face paint she was wearing. "Now I don't know much about being legendary or being so incredibly skilled that my head was born up my a**, but what I do know Miss Leonhart, is that you're very much like your mother. A cheap whore who's willing to do anything for a chance to do a line." the woman said with a smile as she had put the verbal smackdown on the latest member ot 2GS that had spoken. She then lowered the microphone a bit and took a step forward before raising the microphone back up. Clearly this was just an act of defiance to Fate's last little threat of "taking a step forward". The woman, in case nobody had guessed it was none other then Eva Draven, shrugged as she looked at Fate in a very "Oh well, what'cha gonna do?" manner before readying herself to speak once more. "Now as much as I would love to try my hand at the rest of you, we're on a bit of a time table and these people came to see some girls kick some a**. So without further ado. I, Eva Draven, am going to step up and help out these. " Evan said as she motioned to the two original members of Team Rose that were standing behind her. She then leaned forward to put the microphone of the stage before suddenly stopping. Slowly she stood back up straight and brought the microphone back up to her mouth. "Oh and one more thing, I brought back up. If you're not cool with that then I have four little words for you." Eva said as she balled her other hand up into a fist and held it out before her. "One." she said as she raised her index finger up. "Two." she continued as she rised her middle finger up. She then tiled her head back and shouted as loud as she could into the microphone.
With that One finger and a Fist by Drowning Pool hit the sound system as the crowd instantly hopped up onto their feet and began to cheer. For there there was only one woman in wrestling history to ever use that catchphrase. Some called her the "Baddest b***h on the Planet", other's just called her a b***h. Whatever the case there was only one foul mouthed, tattoo covered, ******** woman to ever live. JESSIE LEE! As if on cue, a woman with long black hair with dark blue highlights wearing something like this and sunglasses marched out like she was on a mission and took position next to Eliza and Wylde on the opposite side of Eva. However, and true to her nature, Jessie paused there for only a second to glance at just who she was "teaming" with before sneering and resuming her marching down to the ring. Eva, who was still standing there, motioned for Eliza and Wylde to follow before quickly moved form her position and followed after as the musiv continued to play. With the foul mouthed b***h leading the way, the group made there way down to the ramp and to their respective corner. Now with four full members on Team Rose this elimination tag match could now begin!
((I apologize for a bit of puppeting, but the match needs to commence.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 10:28 am
Mirela seemed to finally be pleased when stand ins for the last two members of Team Rose decided to show themselves and made their way to the ring for the match to finally start. Mirela eager to start off this match would wave and motion towards her teammates that she would start the match and stayed in the ring waiting to see who from Team Rose would be the one to start off so this match can finally get underway.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 1:13 pm
"I got this ladies." Eva said as she motioned for everyone else to get out onto the apron. Which they did, because it made sense. Nonetheless, the starters would picked and the referee was finally able to call for the bell! As soon as it rang, Eva darted out from her corner and eyed up her opposing starter. She couldn't help but have a sinking feeling in the back of her mind that tonight was going to hurt. A lot.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 1:29 pm
Mirela watched as Eva was the starter for Team Rose and smiled as the bell rang to begin the match after all the stalling. Walking out to the center of the ring to meet Eva Mirela would reach her arms out offering a lock up, but instead would pull back and attempt a kick to the gut of Eva.
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