Prysmania is Running Wild (Invite)

[Penelope Lea]

Her hand raised in victory, glorious, defiant victory, Penelope Lea ran both her hands through her flowing brunette hair as confident smile beamed from cheek-to-cheek. One hundred percent clean officiating, that's exactly what this match-up was, considering Rolf McCounterson Jr. didn't have any possible means of forcing Prysm Ray slam her hand on the mat numerous times. That was completely, and totally Prysmania's fault. Smiling down at her artistry, Ray on the ring mat clutching her back in pain, Penelope clasped her hands together rubbing her palms as a dastardly deed began to come into fruition. This match was just act one, scene one in seemingly Prysm Ray's attempt to get into the mind of Penelope Lea for not only was she blackmailed into this match, but a date as well. A date! Penelope Lea didn't want to go on a date with Prysm Ray! One she never found women sexually attractive, and two even if she was, she had decided that someone of Prysm's character probably wouldn't be her type. Admitting to a vegetarian lifestyle meant not meat. No meat meant no hamburgers. No hamburgers meant no kids' meals with My Little Pony prizes. Not cool.

Giggling to herself, she began to pepper stomps onto Prysm Ray's back, as if she was a dead carcass on the side of the freeway. Lifeless, like a bricked Nintendo Wii, that was Prysm Ray. Slight agonizing sounds escaping Prysm's mouth only caused Penelope's giggling to grow stronger. Say, if Prysm Ray's back were to "accidentally" fold in half, then a "promised" date probably wouldn't happen. Though, Penelope would make sure to visit her in the hospital and maybe share a cup or two of lemon lime Jello.

SMACK!!!

A swift kick to the head of Rolf McCounterson Jr. meant no more referee. It was his fault Penelope happened to be in this predicament anyway. He had it coming. A deafening crowd made Penelope snicker towards her audience before walking towards Prysm's defenseless legs. Picking up a leg, Penelope tucked it underneath her arm. Penelope has the world, a loyal sister, a championship that means everything, and a kick-butt band, but for some reason she just felt the dire need to punish Prysm Ray, a woman who seemingly only shared a single trait with her, the need to extort. Still snicking Penelope picked up the other, and drove her knee to the small of Prysm's back. Rearing back, Penelope proceeded to stretch Prysm Ray into oblivion with her variation of the Lea's Ragnarok Lock, a Liontamer. The music of a suffering woman excited Penelope Lea as she continued her quest to break her back, to put Ray out of commission indefinitely. After tonight, after she heard that deafening crack of Ray's back, she would be nothing but a blip in Penelope's history as Sin City Wrestling Hellcats Champion. Refusing to let go of the hold, Belle Chandler, SCW's official time keeper, began to do her job as Penelope simply embraced the sounds. Screaming definite, Penelope looked down at an agonizing Prysm Ray and needed to make sure of something.

"I'm assuming you're going to pick me up around seven thirty, right?!"

[Prysm Ray]

Tapping out. Probably one of the worst ways to lose a match, and Prysm did it only three matches into her short career. She had slammed her hand of the canvas repeatedly to end the match. The match that she had basically blackmailed Penelope into. She had blown yet another opportunity, something she hadn't gotten used to even after messing up opportunities her whole life.She had been dominated the whole match. She had started off strong, getting a move off in the first few seconds of the match after the bell had rung. But why... why was the match so one sided?

After Prysm had gotten the first bit of offense in, she hesitated. That hesitation was her downfall, as being taken off her game for one second allowed Penelope to get on a roll that was near impossible to stop. She had tried to get back into it with a dropkick, but she hesitated again. A rookie mistake, that gave her another loss on her record.

But the question was, what was it that had made Prysm to hesitate as she had? The simple answer would be Penelope. But Prysm's mind was anywhere from the ring when she hesitated. Her mind had flashed to a fancy restaurant... the two of them at a table chatting. Both of them dressed to the nines. But then she would get knocked out of those thoughts, twice.

Her thoughts raced as she lay on her stomach and clutched her back. The match was over, was the main thought that rolled through her head. Her other thoughts ranged from self pity to pure anger at herself for messing up yet again. How many times could she mess up like this and keep getting more and more chances?

As she thought of all of this, she was hit by a stomp on her back. As she was stunned. The match was over, what was going on? Then another stomp, and another. The pain was too much for her, as she lay still. Hoping it would end soon enough. Eventually the stomps ended, her world was engulfed with pain. Her breathing was erratic at best, as she tried to move but the pain was just too much for her as she lay still.

Then she heard something hit the mat hard. Had somebody come to her aid? But her question was quickly answered as she felt somebody pick up her leg. She couldn't provide any resistance, she was basically just a body there to manipulate.

As soon as she felt the pain of the hold, she tried with everything she had to tap out. Not knowing that it was Rolf that had hit the mat moments ago. The ringing of the time bell sounded, adding even more disorientation to Prysm's hell. After a few last ditch slams on the mat and the pain not ending, she gave up. Not able to raise her hand one more time to try and tap out of the hold. She had no choice to but try and endure this hellish pain.

The pain was to an intensity that she couldn't think about anything else other than it. The question that Penelope asked was registered, but Prysm was definitely in no shape to answer.

[Mikki Wilson]

Sitting a few rows back in the crowd, Mikki was watching this match with a keen eye. Unlike the other 'HellCats' she was taking a more wait and see approach to things. She wanted to see how the division as a whole was shapping up before making a move. She wanted to see who the front runners would be so she would know who to go after first. Needless to say, Mikki was very interested in Penelope and taking that title off of her.

As she sat back and watched the ongoings of the match and afterward, she slowly started to focus less on Penelope and more on her opponent. There was something about this girl that caught Mikki's eye for good and for bad. The good, is she reminded her of herself when she first got into 'the biz'. The bad? She reminded her of herself when she first got into 'the biz'. She was eager to please the crowd but the air of naivete she had was unmistakable and almost irresistible to Mikki.

As the match ended and Penelope went right back to the attack, Mikki just sat back and watched for a minute or two. Sometimes a certain amount of after match abuse was expected and it often ended quickly. Sitting a few rows back in the crowd, Mikki was watching this match with a keen eye. Unlike the other 'HellCats' she was taking a more wait and see approach to things. She wanted to see how the division as a whole was shapping up before making a move. She wanted to see who the front runners would be so she would know who to go after first. Needless to say, Mikki was very interested in Penelope and taking that title off of her.

As she sat back and watched the ongoings of the match and afterward, she slowly started to focus less on Penelope and more on her opponent. There was something about this girl that caught Mikki's eye for good and for bad. The good, is she reminded her of herself when she first got into 'the biz'. The bad? She reminded her of herself when she first got into 'the biz'. She was eager to please the crowd but the air of naivete she had was unmistakable and almost irresistible to Mikki.

As the match ended and Penelope went right back to the attack, Mikki just sat back and watched for a minute or two. Sometimes a certain amount of after match abuse was expected and it often ended quickly. As it went on, Mikki saw what this was meant to do. Hopping up from her seat, Mikki quickly pushes her way through the crowd and jumps the security barrier.Sprinting into the ring, she enters from behind Penelope as half of the crowd cheers for the rescue and the other half boo because of who was doing it. Swinging her leg, Mikki sends a hard left kick right at the back of Penelope's head causing her to let go of the hold and hit the mat face first.

Turning from the fallen Penelope, Mikki bends down and starts to check on the fallen rainbow haired young woman. She wasn't just doing this out of the goodness of her heart, she had a plan for this girl but it would have to wait.

Turning away from Prysm once she saw the girl wasn't seriously hurt, Mikki decides to give Penelope a taste of her own medicine. Walking over to the fallen champ as she was sitting up, she gives her a very hard soccer style kick to the back that echo'ed throught the arena. Deciding against using her piledriver finisher for now, Mikki kneels down behind Penelope quickly and brutally starts to slam her left elbow down onto the champ's right collar bone and chest. With every blow she could almost see the crowd wince in pain. When it appeared that Penelope was battered enough, she grabs the champ and slowly drags her to her feet. By now the girl was just dead weight and it took Mikki a few seconds to get Penelope into the position she wanted. Hoping to deliver the final blow that the now dangling in the piledriver position xombie skull kicker hoped to deliver to her own quarry, Mikki tries o deliver a devastating piledriver but is stopped short of delivering the final blow.

[Sasha Lea]

Casinos, gambling, strip clubs and flashy over sized street lights never really appealed to her quite like the industrious cities of Canada where the air quality was leaps and bounds better than this cesspool of human filth. Having arrived fashionably late to the arena as usual and this time, donning a medical mask, Sasha strutted her way back stage in hopes of finding the XSK locker room before anyone found her. She hated most of the people backstage and sometimes she even hated her sister so in a sense, Penelope belonged here in Sin City.

“Oh hey Sasha where have you been?” or “Longtime no see Sasha, what’s happening? What's with the mask?” was just the kind of small unnecessary chit chat she wanted to avoid getting into with people she frankly didn’t care about. "Maybe I should have wore shades and a hoodie as well just to be on the safe side.

In her peripheral vision a television buzzed with the recent on goings of exactly what was happening in the ring. “No stopping, time is of the essence,” Sasha said to herself but even so she stopped to glance at what poor shmuck was getting beatin' up.

The television screen displayed a relatively generic looking wrestler who went by the moniker of Mikki Wilson channeling her inner Ronaldo Beckham as she soccer kicked Penelope multiple times. “Oh Penelope, what have you gotten yourself into now I wonder," Sasha whispered under her breath. At first glance the whole scene looked like a regular match until the camera panned out and displayed Prysm Ray and the always super frail, Rolf McCounterson Jr laying there on the ground.

“What tha? Why are both of them picking on little ole’ Penelope, shes only so big. What kind of shoddy establishment is this. Who kicks someone while their down!”

With a resounding thud Sasha dropped her duffel bag that may or may not held cases of vegan friendly protein and ran towards the arena curtains to set things straight. If she watched the t.v. screen just a few moments earlier she would have realized that it was Penelope that was the instigator of the entire predicament. All of that didn’t really matter as Sasha practically ripped the curtains away and ran down the entrance ramp.

By the time Sasha hit the ring Penelope was dangling upside down with her limbs flailing to and fro like a kid on his or her’s first time on a roller coaster. The midsection of her back bore light pink welts from when Mikki viciously and unfairly attacked her behind and took of advantage of Penelope’s compromising position. Sasha yanked her little sister away from her adversary and gave Mikki what she liked call, her Def Con 5 stare before shouting,

"You know not what you do!"

[Freddy Jackson]

"LADIES! LADIES! LADIES!"

...boomed the voice of Sin City Wrestling's General Manager, Freddy Jackson. He came stepping out from behind the backstage curtain and onto the stage. He had been watching what had been going on in his office. When he saw that Mikki Wilson had made another appearance on his show and attacked Penelope, he felt compelled to come out here and settle things before it got out of hand. While he was backstage, he had seen Sasha Lea rushing for the ring to save her dear sister. Freddy knew he was going to have get himself out here as quick as possible before things had gotten completely out of hand. He had to restore order to Anthrax. That's exactly what he planned to do. While security and more referees stormed down the ramp past Freddy to prevent any more fighting between the four HellCats, Freddy spoke...

"Ladies... Hold up. Wait a minute. Let Freddy put his two cents in it. Can we settle this thing like civilized human beings? Now, it seems that Penelope Lea and Prysm Ray have some serious issues to work out. And Sasha has returned to protect her lil' sis' from being brutalized by Ms. Wilson there. I don't know what the story is behind what's going on here, but if you guys got a bone to pick with each other... You're going to do it in the middle of that ring... NEXT WEEK! We'll have you guys settle this the only way I can think of having you gals settle this. Next week on Anthrax... It's going to be the Xombie Skull Kickers going against both Prysm Ray and Mikki Wilson... in a TAG TEAM MATCH!"

Freddy paused for a moment. The fans seemed to like that idea. He sure wasn't going to let this anarchy continue. What use would any of them be if they just duked it out here tonight? Prysm was obviously going to need to recuperate from the attack Penelope just delivered to her. And Penelope herself was going to need to heal up before she thinks of extracting any revenge on Mikki Wilson. Yes. A little tag team action will do just nicely. Freddy nodded his head and concluded with...

"That's it. It's official. The Xombie Skull Kickers versus Prysm Ray and Mikki Wilson in a tag team match. You gals want to tear each other apart? Then you'll have to wait until next week at the next Anthrax!"

Cue the Sin City Wrestling copyright logo in the corner of the television screen with the cheering fans as Freddy Jackson's theme music hits and he proceeds to head to the back with a smile on his face. Leaving the four women to think about the situation they found themselves in.