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 Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2023 1:00 pm
The ambient intro to Simmer Down by Foushee faded onto the PA speakers as the crowd looked on to see who was coming out. There were rumors of a Promo coming, but they never heard this before theme before so had no idea what to expect."softcore"Punk guitars took over the sound as the lights flashed a quick red to purple to red to purple, as the lyrics took over. The titantron had scenes of a small moshpit. The mosh was full of women, slamming arms, legs and bodies into each other. Smiles were on all of their faces as images from Christina Sparks vs Portia began to interlay with it. Showing blood splatter, Tables breaking, Swanton bombs off ladder. It was maddness on the screen as a thick haze overtook the stage.
If they don't give me what I want I'll take it
And b***h don't give me backlip, I will send you to your maker
Sweet like sugar, angel, but I'll kill you 'bout my paper
And you haven't seen crazy 'til you pissed off a Jamaican
Portia Portania walked out first. Wearing a leather jacket, and cut off jean shorts, fishnets rising from underneath the shorts. She had a giant smile on her face as she licked her lips, her body bouncing. She threw her hands up and turned around 180 degrees, shaking her butt, as she lowered her hands. She was obviously introducing her new found friend and the partner to his entrance...
Christina Sparks!
They were ever so punk as Portia spun around, grabbing the inner arm of Christina, an embrace of sorta as Portia planned on dancing and enjoying herself as they made it down the ramp. The crowd was cheering as these two women were nothing but fun and seeing them not throwing deadly weapons at each other was still enjoyable. Hands were slapped and Asses were shook as the women made it to the ring. Uh-oh
Sim-mim-mim-mim-mimmer down
I don't, I don't ******** around
Uh-oh
Sim-mim-mim-mim-mimmer down
I don't, I don't ******** aroundPortia let go of Christina she rolled into the ring. There was an announcer in the ring who nicely handed her the microphone. They knew the schedule and had nicely prepared to for the women. Portia quickly handed it to her friend as she threw a "rock and roll sign up in the air, getting a cheer form the crowd. Portia was down to fight, dance and party, but talking was not her strong suit. The music faded as the crowd waited in anticipation.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2023 1:35 pm
"Ladies, Gentlemen, Boys, Girls, and all those in between. You know who I am. My name is Christina Sparks. I am your currently undefeated Controlled Chaos and the woman in this ring with me is none other than the brilliant, the beautiful, the badass Princess of Punk Portia Portania. At King of the Canvas, the two of us went to hell. I put her through a table. Twice. She put me through a chair. She locked me in her signature submission move on top of a ladder. We knocked each other's blocks off with brass knuckles. It was a painful battle. But in the end, I won more than a match. I won something far better. I won a friend." Christina lowered the mic and gave Portia a big hug. When she pulled back, she wrapped her free arm around Portia and looked up at the Titantron with her as more images and videos of them partying together flashed on the screen. A massive grin hanging on her face. "And not just a friend. Because we weren't just celebrating a new friendship. We were celebrating something far more. Because you see, I realized that for as badass and tough each of us is on our own. If we put that chaos, that tenacity, that unwillingness to stay the hell down when the common sense thing would be to do just that, if we put all of that together between the two of us. Well. There's not a damn thing that any other team could do to us. Não é mesmo, minha linda parceira?" Christina thought about handing Portia the mic but she knew that talking was the woman's strong suit. If anybody had to be the mouth piece of the team, it was going to be her. She was the new Rosario but definitely better looking than the old. She let go of Portia and strolled around the ring. "So I would like to introduce you all to the future of the tag team division. Put all your hands together for me, Heir to Mexican and Irish Chaos, and Portia, The Princess of Portugal. Together, we make..." She stopped by Portia and pointed at the Titantron as a punk styled drum roll sounded. After a few seconds, the music started again while words in a chaotic scribbling font appeared. Words that matched the exact same that came from Christina's mouth next. "HISPANIC AT THE DISCO!" There was another big hug for Portia as Christina became super excited seeing the name of their team displayed on the Titantron. She handed the mic to Portia in case there was anything that her new tag team partner wanted to say as well.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2023 3:48 pm
Portia felt the hype from the crowd and her new team mate as she heard the name of her team. It made her smile/ The mixture of their heritages and their love for 2000's dance punk bands really banged together, much like their heads in a fight. Portia grabbed the microphone, attempting to match the energy and the English of Ms. Sparks.
"Hispanic at Disco will take any puta or puto who wants to fight! Fast, Big, Skinny, Fat! Homens ou mulheres!....Men or Women!"
Portia motioned towards the hard camera, looking deep into it. Like she was talking to every wrestler in the back. The crowd was into it. There was no needs for Rosario when it came to Portia. No she couldn't speak well, but she didn't need to. It was all on her face and her body language. The crowd did miss skeezy steve a little but there always hope for next show!
"New Champions, Old Contenders. We are the team! We are the Fun! We are
selvagem! This is our party and if you don't like it....Kiss our butts!"
Portia blew a kiss with her hand and then redirected her hand towards her jean shorts covered butt. Winking at the camera the crowd began to cheer. Hispanic at the Disco began to be heard around the arena as these girls were ready to kick a**. And in this place an a** kicking was always welcome. But would any one come out?
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 6:38 pm
For a while, there was no response and Portia and Christina to believe that there was no one willing enough to accept the challenge. They were just about to leave when the crowd goes silent as the lights go out in the arena. Then an eerie drone came over the PA system that heralded a matching beat of Disturbed's Vengeful One. As the guitar riffs entered, the lights began to strobe and flicker. As the intro ended, the lights came back on to reveal an empty stage.. Christina and Portia laughed at the joke before the crowd roared as a spotlight illuminated the figure of Eryrn Reich who emerged from out of the crowd. Gone was the macabre mask and garb, now replaced by a hooded sleeveless jacket and street clothes, his fists taped up and ready for a fight.
He is observing the chaos, taking in the lack of raw humanity
It's as if the entire world's fallen in love with their insanity
Hear the innocent voices scream
As their tormentors laugh through all of it
No forgiveness from all I've seen
The degradation I cannot forget
So sleep soundly in your beds tonight
He paced down to the ring and hoped over the barricades The lights go out briefly and when they come back on, he was standing on the top turnbuckle, gazing coldly out at the crowd
For judgement falls upon you at first light!]
I'm the hand of God
I'm the dark messiah
I'm the vengeful one
(Look inside and see what you're becoming)
In the blackest moment of a dying world
What have you become
(Look inside and see what you're becoming)
As the chorus ends, he slowly peeled back his hood and menacingly turns his head to glare at the two women. He then hopped down all the while keeping his eyes on the pair.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2023 10:12 pm
Portia was startled.
There was a big man who was standing on the turnbuckle when the lights came on and it was just an unusual site. She wasn't scared, She wasn't bothered, just startled. She stepped forward as he did, not wanting to back down or show any weakness. This man was one half of a formidable tag team in WWFG. She didn't pay much more attention then they collected wins and lost the big one through their own avarice.
Portia lifted the mic, Staring the man in his eyes.
"Another man, Another Interruption. El Savage Puta!"
It was brief, It was blunt, It was Straightforward. Antagonistic was her only approach and she was ready for anything as she ran her fingers through her hair. She looked at Christina, giving her a look. It was about partying time, lights on or off.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2023 10:51 pm
An amused smirk came to his face at the comment as he paced around the ring before going to the corner and retrieving a microphone of his own. He tapped his finger against it as he leaned back in the corner, all the while the crowd continued to buzz.
"So this is the famed Portia Portania, the shining jewel of Brazil. He nodded as he looked her over before he turned his attention to Christina. "The two of you have been causing quite the commotion as of late. Two hard hitting matches between two hard hitting ladies. Ya know, some may say that women have no place in this business..."
A smattering of boos interrupted him as he lowered the mic briefly. "But I say that's bullshit and what the two of you have done to each other in the past few encounters just proves my opinion."
The boos morphed into cheers at the comment as he nodded at them. "So, the two of you want to throw down the gauntlet and challenge anyone to a fight, do you? Well look no further, as you've got my attention."
The crowd roared in anticipation of what was to come.
"However, it won't be tonight...or at Summerslam
Some of the cheers had morphed into boos.
"You see, my partner and I have some unfinished business to take care first. But when the time is right...trust me we'll pick this up where we left off. In the meantime, enjoy your time together and enjoy the partying. Just keep in mind, this after party may be even more than what you two can handle."
He dropped the mic and backed up out of the ring, always keeping an eye on the two ladies.
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