Presenting: Penelope & her Xombettes (Prysm Ray)

[Penelope Lea]

The collective sounds of the arena shattered the moment a single spotlight hit the entrance way. Wonderment filled the aura of the air as progressive drumming began echo throughout the arena. Louder, louder, louder it stirred as the suddenly silent crowd begins to murmur the happenings on stage. A familiar, yet almost vintage tune begins to originate from the entrance as the music continues to grow louder and louder.

¡BANG!

¡POW!

Trumpets and more acoustics glaringly make their presence known as a line of vibrantly dressed women make their grand entrance. Feathery headdresses from across the color spectrum glow underneath the arena lights as one by one a breathing rainbow seeks its life. Stopping at an odd thirteen, the line starts to kick their legs in near perfect unison to the beat of the growing song. As they continue to hypnotize the watching audience, the line separates unevenly leaving the entrance way open for the main attraction.

"Welcome everybody to the event!
There isn't a need to vent!
Men, women, children of all ages,
Jump to your feet while this beat rages!"

Newly crowned Sin City Wrestling Hellcats champion, Penelope Lea, appears between the thirteen women. Dressed to impress, much like Zatanna Zatara of Justice League fame, Penelope complete with top hat and cane joined the line of women as she began to kick in unison with them. All smiles, no regrets, the hand-free microphone kissing her cheek seemed to be bedazzled to the match the outfits of her dancers. A melodious disapproving uproar arises from the crowd as they begin to recognize the glowing face of our rather egotistical Hellcat.

"Disappointed, are we?
Well, that's too sad, because this show's about me.
Luckily for you, I'm not a deadbeat drummer,
For that would be a real bummer.
Not be confused with my darling Sasha Lea,
I am Penelope, the lead Xombie!

Penelope then began to take the lead of her dancing troop as she clapped her hands and began to walk down the entrance ramp. Kicking away, in complete harmony, Penelope and her league of extraordinary showgirls began to entice the watching men in the audience. Whistles blowing, naughty terms bellowing, Penelope Lea plugs her ears with both middle fingers as she smiles and prances up the ring steps. Trotting upon the apron, Penelope performs a series of theatrical steps with her crane as she tosses her hat into the air, ending with the hat landing squarely on the head of the crane.

"Love me, love me, love me, hate me, hate me, hate me,
Matters, it doesn't, because you will all remember me.
Inside this circle, square it be, I'll simply kick you skull,
Round, oval, square, in the end you'll just be dull.
Victory, I'm flawless.
Defeated, you're thoughtless.
Penelope Lea, your savior amongst thee.

As Penelope goes between the ropes, the girls follow suit and once again the thirteen dancers joined arm-in-arm as they continued to mesmerize their audience with their harmonious kicks. Penelope, front and center, began to imitate the many movements she saw in many shows similar to this. Although short, her choice of wear made her seem taller than she really was, the fishnet stockings seemingly adding length to her otherwise petite stature. Playing with her hat, she dips it and holds up a "shushing" finger, her eyes widening. Extending all five, she then plunges her hand into hat and with slight difficulty pulled out something exceedingly shiny. Holding above her head triumphantly was the Sin City Wrestling Hellcats Championship! Tossing the hat away to the audience, a devilish smile creeps upon her face as she fastens it around her waist, the audience sad.

"Oh, what's this?
Aww, do I hear a diss?
A championship!? Oh, yes.
It means I'm the best,
Better than the rest,
Oh, do I confess."

Flicking her cane it poofs into a brand new top hat as she twirls around a lone index finger. Laughing, she kicks out of unison with her dancers as she tosses the hat onto her head. Everything suddenly comes to a halt as a single spotlight envelopes Penelope. Adjusting her top hat forward, she hides her eyes within the new shadow as she screams one final line.

"TREMBLE IN FEAR, YOUR XOMBIE SKULL KICKER IS HEEEEEEEEEEEEERE!"

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Breathing heavily, Penelope smiles as she presents herself to her audience with the Sin City Wrestling Hellcats Championship, the showgirls behind her now showering her with a flickering rainbow of confetti.

[Prysm Ray]

~*With Permission*~

Out of the thirteen "Xombettes" behind Penelope, one of them wasn't showering her with the ample amount of confetti that was hidden in their bright outfits. That one, was also the key reason as to why the number of girls was an odd 13 instead of the original 12 that was planned for this little event. It was Prysm Ray, the only Hellcat in the back that absolutely loved the idea of dressing up as a showgirl. So after a little bit of convincing the other showgirls and Penelope, she had been granted the opportunity to dance with the girls in one of their backup outfits.

She had been very excited as they walked out onto the entrance ramp and the crowd seemed to love it. The only feeling better than the one she was getting right now, was the first Pay Per View, which had been her wrestling debut. The sheer energy that hearing the cheering crowd gave her, was finer than anything she had felt before, and couldn't put it into words even if she wanted to.

There was one issue with the outfit they gave Prysm to wear, which caused the experience to be a little unnerving. That issue was most definitely the high heels that were the chosen footwear of the dancers. Having never worn high heels before, Prysm pretty much had to rely on the fellow dancers next to her to not fall flat on her face during the beginning parts of the little song and dance. Luckily for her, the other dancers felt sad for her, so they did help her in that aspect.

However, as soon as Penelope started the second verse of her song Prysm instantly knew that this wasn't what she had signed up for. At first she had assumed this was sort of a carefree celebration of her victory over the other Hellcats. But that was clearly not the case as the song continued on, each line seemingly more egotistical than the last. And then how she plugged her ears, it got on Prysm's nerves more than it should have.

She continued to do her kicking with the others in the ring, barely able to stand due to the heels. As the song pressed forward toward the ending, she just couldn't take how egotistical this woman was. It was almost sickening just how much she thought of herself. Then there was the line in the song that pushed Prysm over the edge.

"Better than the rest."

As Prysm thought of what she could possibly do, she was enveloped in darkness as the one spotlight shined brightly upon the Hellcat's Champion. Seeing this as her opportunity, Prysm let go of the other dancers and quickly took off the god forsaken high heels and the over the top headdress.

As she herself was getting showered with the obscene amounts of rainbow confetti as an side effect, Prysm smirked knowing this was a terrible thing to do right now, but she was doing it for the good of the whole audience, as the ones who weren't entranced by the dancing, were booing their heads off at the woman.

Knowing her window of opportunity wouldn't last forever, Prysm took a deep breath and swung her leg up high in a round house kick fashion, with most of the force she could muster and kicked her on the side of the head. Of course sending her to the mat due to the seemingly unexpected attack as the spotlight dissipated as all the other lights were turned to the ring, showing the crowd and everybody else just who the mystery kick came from.

Sasha Grey: Is... Is that Prysm Ray?!

Mike Adams: Seems so, but that was a BEAUTIFUL Roundhouse Kick!

Sasha Grey: But what could she possibly be doing out here dressed as one of Penelope's showgirls?

Prysm knew that Penelope wouldn't be down long from that kick, but she was going to stand her ground. She refused to run away, because once you started running away, they'd never let you stop.

[Penelope Lea]

It happened within a singular instant. Her top hat still flailing in the air, Penelope Lea, stunned, began to massage the side of her head as she laid on the wrestling mat, trying to peace together the situation. None of her hired dancers were trained professional wrestlers, none of her hired dancers were trained fighters in any sort of fashion, all except for one. One single entity amongst the baker's dozen of beautiful women inside the ring, all of which were no longer showering their SCW Hellcats Champion with a vapor-less rainbow, was the absolute culprit. Tapping a single foot on the ring mat, Penelope smiled underneath her hood of hair as a moment of serendipity happened between the nearest ring post and the headless top hat. Landing absolutely perfectly, the hat dangled on top the ring post as if greeting the audience. If it wasn't for twist of fate, then it was other between Penelope and Prysm as the audience stood absolutely stunned at the actions in the ring.

"Prysm Ray, Prysm Ray."

Whispering to herself, although still heard around the arena, Penelope began to regret her decision to allow such a personality partake in her grand event. Although Prysm Ray was a few years her senior, Penelope Lea had pitied her. Having been eliminated in the first round of the championship tournament, Penelope Lea's ever-growing ego had decided to throw her a bone. To give a little sense of "hope" that she one day could stand inside the SCW ring with a championship around her waist. That one day, she too could be just like her and raise their arm triumphantly with the Hellcats championship. Much like how stars of tomorrow would be "gangsters" in present day wrestling entrances, Penelope Lea had given Prysm Ray the opportunity to get her face out there, to give the internet a little bit of buzz. But oh...oh, she didn't imagine this would happen.

Pursing her lips, Penelope licks them with the tip of her tongue before pulling a wave of hair from her face and standing back up. Although her head was still throbbing, the kick -she convinced herself- was nothing compared the kick she would give her. Adjusting her outfit, which alone took a lengthy amount of time to put on, Penelope refused to give Prysm Ray her desired eye-contact as she chose to stare at an angle above her. Smiling, she then looks downward and takes a deep breath, hands on her hips.

"Can you still hear me?"

Prysm Ray had kicked the side of her face that contained the microphone, so the echoing smack might have been ear-murderer to their audience. Hearing herself echo, Penelope nodded and then confidently bowed to her pristine culprit. As if to commend her for her chosen actions.

"I love your hair, though I wouldn't do it to my own. As much as I love these dead skin cells, I simply can't fathom the idea of torturing them. In my mind, it's like buying a brand new drum-set and then plastering stupid stickers on them with logos that don't belong to my band. Why advertise others when we need to get on the map? While we're on that subject, I never understood the idea of wearing a specific band's t-shirt to get the people watching us to buy our stuff. It's a turn off, personally, and feels fake. Feeling 'fake' isn't a cool feeling."

A nudge towards Sasha she nodded and winked at the camera before continuing.

"But, I really shouldn't go on that tangent. We should focus on the now. Like, WHAT JUST HAPPENED!? Your performance was fantastic; top-notch! I couldn't have imagined it better! I mean, yes, I noticed that you weren't particularly used to your heels, and that you were slightly out of unison with the professionals, but you were having fun, right?"

When Penelope said "slightly" she held out her right hand, making an incomplete "okay" symbol with her hand. Smiling, she looked upon their canvas, being the wrestling mat, and imagined it as a dance floor. It was then that she noticed that Prysm Ray had shed herself of the extra inches. Holding up a finger, she then walked over and picked up the absolutely fabulous headdress she was wearing earlier. Placing it on Ray's head, although way incorrectly, she made a "director's square" with her hands, sticking her tongue out, and flashing the "okay" sign.

"See? You look like you want to have fun, so why does my cheek have an imprint of your feet?

[Prysm Ray]

This honestly wasn't at all the reaction that Prysm had been expecting. Letting Penelope put the headdress back on her, she actually had a smile on her face the whole time. She knew that Penelope was just trying to get under her skin by sort of poking fun at the fact that she wasn't as perfect as the other dancers by stressing that they were professionals. Being perfectly fine with this, Prysm stood there until Penelope had finished her question.

Still with the smile on her face, Prysm quickly moved slightly towards the ropes where she motioned for a microphone too. Grabbing it, she moved back to her position in front of Penelope, her movements much more fluid now that she wasn't stuck in those abominations that some women chose to wear on their feet. With each step the over the top headdress bobbing obscenely. Slowly bringing the microphone up to her mouth, for the first time, she spoke on SCW Television. She was clearly nervous but she tried her best to not let it show..

Well Penelope, I'm pretty sure you have an imprint of my foot on your cheek... because, I kicked you.

Hearing her be so frank about it and the tone in which she said it, she got a pretty good laugh out of the audience. Turning to a side of the ring she spoke into the microphone, already starting to feel at home around it and the crowd.

Thanks, I'll be here all night.

Turning back towards Penelope, who wasn't looking awfully happy about all of this.

Now listen, Penelope. I'll be perfectly honest with you, I am here to have fun. That's why I volunteered for this little dancing thing to begin with.

But not only am I here to have fun, but I'm here to make sure these people have fun.

Of course, something involving the audience was bound to get a cheap pop out of them as they cheered. Obviously on the side of the multi-colored Prysm.

But dancing behind, or watching someone proclaim that they're better than everybody else simply because they have a shiny piece of metal around their waist? That's just not fun at all.

Hearing the crowd behind her every step of the way, Prysm was starting to feel like she'd never felt before. Like the crowd was helping her get rid of any fear that she might've had, like they wanted her to succeed.

And that's why I remedied the situation. It might not have made it more fun, but it sure did make it more interesting.

[Penelope Lea]

"Remedied the situation?" Were those her exact words? Still feeling the effects of the roundhouse kick, Penelope massaged her cheek, the ruffling being picked up the hands-free microphone as she did so. There had to be a deeper meaning, a deeper purpose, and Penelope was trying to muster up a precise string of sentences that would allow Prysm Ray to spill that proverbial can of beans. Smirking, Penelope then unfastened the SCW Hellcats Championship still around her waist, brought it within her vision and looked at daringly.

"Did she really just say that, to you? Because you're more than just a shiny piece of metal."

Penelope was talking to the championship as if it were her dearest friend as she watched Prsym Ray with her peripheral vision.

"You're a shiny piece of metal that has meaning, you're not just a declarative fashion statement, you're more! To hold you is to tell the world that you're a notch above the rest. You're the "11" on a dial that only reaches "10." To be quite honest, for people to insult you, to demean you, is for them to showcase their own insecurities."

Penelope then began to look at her own reflection through the championship, to get an exceptional view to the damage done to her face. It was then that she shot nasty look to Prysm Ray as she turned her attention away from herself.

"And that's what you're doing, isn't? You lost in the first around, you're nothing but a depressing smudge on the tournament bracket. Don't be mad at me because I won it. It's not exactly my fault you lost, we never even touched each other until this evening, allow me to remind you of that."

She sneakily laughed at the situation given, as if Prysm Ray's actions weren't going to go any further.

"To have "fun" is to embrace oneself, to tell the world how you feel. Is it such a crime to attest to oneself that because of what you achieved, you're better than any, and everyone else? Because, Ray, that's what I did. Through my selective actions, I achieved the utmost of success, I am the Sin City Wrestling Hellcats Champion, I am the main event, I am the pedestal, only fit for one, that everyone wants to share. So, what are you?"

Pointing at Prysm Ray, Penelope ever-growing smile wasn't ending.

"Let me answer for you. Look at you. You're an "extra," last minute I may add, to an act I choreographed. To an act where its sole purpose was to make me look absolutely fabulous. No one remembers you. If it wasn't for me saying your name, Prysm Ray, people wouldn't even know who you are. Except for those dweebs that keep track of our roster, but hey, everyone needs some type of fan base, right? Through your jealousy, you did this. You kicked your queen."

[Prysm Ray]

Prysm stood there and took the verbal abuse. She knew that Penelope meant every single word she said, but that honestly didn't phase Prysm at all. She had dealt with bullies all of her life, so this was nothing new to her at all. Waiting till she was sure that Penelope was done Prysm raised the mic to her lips and asked, jokingly.

Permission to speak, your majesty?

Of course, another little burst of laughter from the Audience.

I'm an extra, sure. Hell, I'll even go one step further and tell you straight forward, that I'm a nobody. I haven't accomplished anything, besides being beaten in the first round of the tournament.

Prysm lowered the microphone for a second to take a small breath. The crowd was slightly confused as to where she was going with this.

But do you know why I'm still standing here Penelope? I'm standing here, because even though you feel like you're better than everybody else... even though, you won that shiny piece of metal...

Prysm smirked as she said that, obviously ignoring the whole bit where Penelope claimed it was anything more than that.


I may have lost to a crazy person who I underestimated in that tournament. But I haven't lost to you, so you have no right... your majesty, to claim that you're better than everybody else.

Even though I'm a nobody in this business, you haven't beaten me. You were right in the fact that we hadn't even touched until tonight, until I made an impact... to your face.

Lowering the microphone, she could hear that the crowd, even if Penelope was right and they didn't know who she was, they were behind her.

So what do you say, Miss Main Event? Not afraid of an Extra, are you?

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[Penelope Lea]

Penelope Lea, afraid? Prysm Ray wasn't an extraterrestrial (that she knew of) nor did Prysm Ray have the ability to sprout wings and buzz around florescent lights, so questioning the fear of Penelope Lea against someone who was underneath the bottom of the totem pole, getting forcibly squished, was anything but a concerning factor. Besides, it's hard to be afraid of anyone wearing such a vibrantly colored outfit. Penelope found it almost laughable. Almost. Nevertheless, Prysm Ray was beginning to get underneath her skin the more she poked fun as Penelope's choice of words.

"Well, it's nice to see that you're level-headed enough to understand your place in the world."

Penelope understood the Prysm Ray wasn't being literal when she made her statement, but it felt like the most catty thing to say at the moment. Lea was the unofficial queen holding the SCW Hellcats Championship. Would that have made Sasha Lea the jester? Amusing herself with the mental image of the giant Sasha wearing dangling bells, Penelope smiled.

"There is no question that I am better than you are. Look at our positions. You're the person with a driven purpose to prove you're better than these idiot people watching us. Whereas, I'm someone driven by the need to prove I'm better than all the professionals in the locker room. I am holding a championship. My name is engraved upon it. You're lucky to even find your name engraved on a key-chain souvenir. Don't you find that depressing?"

Their watching audience started to become negatively verbal towards the Hellcats champion as she simply pouted and soaked in the atmosphere. Imaging Prysm Ray constantly getting disappointed whenever she entered a souvenir shop really made Penelope feel better than she was. No personal children's license plate for her tri-cycle. Poor Prysm.

"But! Here, I'll give you a remedy for that situation. That desire to get your name out there, I can relate to that. See, I run a band. The Xombie Skull Kickers, and we're in a pickle where we need a new equipment manager. So, I'm extending you an offer to help please me, and my band's every minuscule desire. In the end, your name will be at the end of the credits of our future CDs and DVD's. What do you say?"

Extending a hand, Penelope began to wonder of Prysm Ray was actually expecting a match to come from this.

[Prysm Ray]

Hearing that offer, Prysm accidentally let out a slight giggle. It was true that she had never even seen a novelty item with her name of it, but in all honesty it didn't bother her. As her parents had raised her to not really care about frivolous things such as that. As she giggled, the crowd laughed along with her.

The crowd was very one sided for this little event, as pretty much everyone now was against Penelope after she called the entire crowd idiots. Sighing slightly, Prysm looked at Penelope and brought her microphone up to her mouth yet again.

You do realize that without these "Idiots" as you so called them, that you wouldn't be a champion? Without these FANS, you wouldn't even have a job.

Hearing that Prysm had stood up for all of the fans, the entire crowd started to cheer, even those who at first weren't too keen on the young woman, her smile growing as she continued.

But, I wouldn't expect you to comprehend that, as everything must revolve around you.

Looking around at the crowd, Prysm smiles, getting an idea on how to respond to Penelope's offer.

Here, let me ask the fans what THEY think I should do. Since they're the ones that paid to see this.

Who here thinks, that I should take Penelope up on her offer... and become her band's "Equipment Manager"?

She held the microphone out towards one of sides of the ring to a chorus of Boos. Which of course was the reaction that was expected out of the crowd. Smirking she brings the mic back and asks.

Sorry Miss Ego, it looks like the crowd doesn't really like that idea... so I'll have to pass. Instead of that... Who wants to see Penelope and Myself go one on one, right here TONIGHT?

As she put emphasis on the word Tonight, the crowd erupted, emitting the loudest cheer of this whole little event. The smile on Prysm's face was cemented as she finished with.

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[Penelope Lea]

Penelope pouted as the crowd reacted positively to Prysm Ray's suggestion. They were all idiots. They were idiots to assume that she wouldn't win the Hellcats champion at the pay-per-view. They were idiots to assume that Penelope Lea was merely a peace of a very dismal puzzle to cement Sasha Lea as a superstar. They were all idiots to assume that a match between her and Prysm Ray would be anything other than a one-sided mauling. The crowd however, despite her criticisms, wanted to see it. To dissatisfy a crying mob of people was seemingly out of the question, especially if she ever wanted the Xombie Skull Kickers to award-winning platinum artists. Sighing, the loud disappointed sigh echoing throughout the arena, Penelope rose her hands up in defeat.

"Sasha was right in forcing me to pack my wrestling gear tonight."

For the first time, Penelope and Prysm's audience cheered at the end of a Penelope Lea sentence. Penelope always hated it when she was wrong. There was always that nagging feeling of wanting to correct her mistakes. However, at the given moment of time, she couldn't quite pinpoint the mistake she had made. It was driving her slightly mad, like reading a math problem and not having the ability to solve it when you know for a fact that you have the intelligence to do so. The smiling expression on Prysm's face was starting to annoy her as she watched her grow excited over the results her chosen actions. Prysm Ray may have finally gotten herself known to the Sin City Wrestling audience, but Penelope had her mind set to make her regret it.

"I just hope you enjoy the sensation of getting your rotting head kicked off."