Blemish (Prysm Ray)

[Penelope Lea]

Darkness befalls the arena as a string quartet of two violinists, a violist, and cellist stand gallantly in the center of the ring. A single spotlight envelops them as the entire arena goes silent. The leader of the group, taller than the rest, his hair a gleaming dark weave underneath the spotlight, lifts his burgundy violin, the others following suit. Their foreheads cast a show over the eyes, each with a stoic look of absolute dread as one by one they glamorously lift their bows. From the exact moment melodious tunes escaped their instruments, magic seemed to befall amongst the arena as synchronized bows mesmerized their audience. Fragments of the darkness began to fall as black rose petals rain from the ceiling, each seemingly giving their last dance as they grace upon the heads of their audience. The song becoming familiar, "Eleanor Rigby" originally performed by the Beatles begins to envelop the arena as a second spotlight suddenly flashes near entrance way. Dressed in complete black, as if she were a living shadow, a crestfallen Penelope Lea appears from behind the entrance curtains, a black veil kissing her face. Each step taken seemed to enhance the depressed expression on her face as her bottom lip quivered. One step, two step, three, a stream of black tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she stopped to twirl amongst the dancing rose petals. Stopping, she holds her hand out, allowing a single petal to dance inside the palm of her hand before bringing it to her nose to smell the decaying fragrance. Just upsetting her more, she throws it to the audience as she begins her journey towards the ring. Her gloomy dress attracting any stray rose petal on arena floor, Penelope reaches the ring steps and seems to seamlessly glide up them before going between the ring ropes. Folding her hands and holding towards her heart, she trudges to each ring corner and sulks to anyone who decided to pay attention. Eventually walking to the center, in front of her string quartet of equally depressed artists, Penelope gets handed a microphone.

"Ahh, look at all the stinky people.
Ahh, look at all the stinky people.

Penelope Lea, picks up her petals in a squared circle where a tag match has been.
Dying in a dream.
Waits in the center of the ring, wearing the title she keeps on her fragile right shoulder.
What is this for?

All the stinky people.
Why do they all come?
All the stinky people.
Wishing they held my title.

Prysm Ray, dancing with glee in the sunshine with her animal friends.
No one really cares.
Look at her trotting, almost stepping harshly on a fluffy delicate white tail.
Will it hurt the hare?

All the stinky people.
Why do they all come?
All the stinky people.
Wishing they held my title.

Ahh, look at all the stinky people.
Ahh, look at all the stinky people.

Penelope Lea lost her first match because of her protein'd idiot kin.
Smothered with a napkin.
Prysm Ray frolics upon the grave of a once absolutely perfect record.
She's a big turd.

All the stinky people.
Why do they all come?
All the stinky people.
Wishing they held my title."

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As Penelope's rendition of a Beatles classic comes to an end, the she's suddenly met with a hoard of galloping boos as she simply curtsies with her shadow over the expression of her new hit single. All the stinky people weren't necessarily fond of Penelope's lyrics, but it didn't bug her. Bottom lip still quivering, she tries to smile to her loving audience as Rolf McCounterson Jr. hands her a bouquet of vibrant, living red roses. Dumbfounded, Penelope glares at Rolf while pointing at the red roses, and then looks to present to him the falling black roses still gliding down from the ceiling. Someone didn't get the memo. Forcefully throwing them on the ground near his feet, Penelope darts her attention back to the audience and makes her bottom lip quiver once more, the crowd still in upheaval.

"You love me, you really love me! Yes, 'boo' Prysm Ray's actions! They were unwarranted, and simply malicious! Taking my opportunity of having a perfect record, how dare she! It's a crime, I wasn't even pinned! Let her hear your hateful words, let her know that her actions are not without consequence, scream for me my stinky people! "

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[Prysm Ray]

As if on queue, a few seconds after Penelope asked for the audience to scream, they did just that. But sadly, they did not scream for champion. Instead, the vibe in the arena changed dramatically as Sunshine by DJ Sledgehammer drowned out everything as the crowd burst into a chorus of cheers and screams for the multi-colored haired woman. Prysm had captured most of their hearts, a true underdog as she had lost again and again, but just wouldn't quit.

It was obvious the Penelope wasn't pleased that Prysm chose to come out at this time, but Prysm worked on her own time. As the now familiar tune rang throughout the arena, Prysm stepped out onto the stage, with microphone already in hand. Feeling the positive vibe that she loved oh so much. It was almost an addicting high, and she would know a little bit about that. It certainly was cliche, but being in front of a cheering crowd was quite exhilarating, a one of a kind feeling.

A large smile on her face as she walked down the ramp, giving a few fans the high fives that they had their hands out stretched for. Taking a few quick steps, she slid into the now almost vacated ring, as the quartet had exited the ring pretty quickly, not wanting their rather expensive instruments to be harmed in anyway, if it were to possibly happen. Better to be safe than sorry.

Standing up in front of Penelope, with the smile still gracing her face. Eying Penelope up and down, quite liking what she sees. Bringing to microphone up to her mouth as they stopped her music, she said.

I'm truly sorry for your loss.

As she lowered her mic, the smirk returns to her face. She could clearly see that Penelope was not pleased with that little quip, even through that veil. Raising the microphone again, Prysm continued.

Seriously Penelope, lighten up. It's not the end of the world. In fact, it might even do you good.

Which was a little bit easier to say for her, as she had technically won her first match last week. Even though she wasn't directly involved with the finish. Deciding to switch gear a little bit, Prysm said slyly.

Do you think you could quiver your lip again? It's really cute.

She said with a smile on her face, she knew just how to make Penelope uncomfortable. Just like it had done in All-of-Garden.

[Penelope Lea]

Lip quivering no more, Penelope Lea gave Prysm Ray her best death stare. However, it came off as rather ridiculous with the her dried black tears forever evident on her face. Feeling that Prysm Ray wasn't in the least intimidated, Penelope turned her attention to her retreating quartet, she still had another song! So what if some rainbow haired warrior decided to rain on their depressing parade, they still had a job to do! Noticing they already well up the entrance ramp, Penelope, continuously scorned, saw it worthless to even argue against their actions, and before she could even utter a single breath, sighed. At least this performance didn't abruptly end with a roundhouse kick.

Wait, what was she thinking?! She couldn't allow Prysm Ray to get away with this, not again! Maybe it was just her new losing streak of one talking, but Penelope...allowing Prysm Ray to get away with interrupting yet another one of her performances? No, no, that couldn't happen. Creating a piercing white fist with her free hand, Penelope swiftly hit any unsuspecting invisible person chilling on the top rope as she punched it, really, really hard. The ropes forcefully dancing, Penelope began to feel an unsatisfying rage. Jumping in place, stomping on the ring mat, jabbing the nearest ring corner, Penelope was nothing but a violent shadow as she began to throw a temper tantrum.

"WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?!"

Her hair now a complete mess, her dress going every which way, Penelope suddenly stopped as she gave Prysm Ray a look. Not just any look, not just any ordinary look. That kind look someone gives to anyone when they feel they're the culprit, when they feel someone is the sole reason everything in the world is crumbling right before them. Just a month ago, Penelope was a brand new face on the SCW roster, just a month ago, Penelope ended her night becoming a champion, just a month ago, Prysm Ray became the main character in her continuously ongoing story.

"YOU!"

Her index finger ablaze, Penelope stomped over in Prysm's direction, seemingly no longer caring for her public image. Cracking a chuckle, a malevolent chuckle, Penelope ran a single hand through her brunette hair, which seemingly just enhanced her "torn-apart" behavior. Her voice cracking, going from high, to low pitches, Penelope began to speak to a newly undefeated Prysm Ray.

"Do you like muffin tops? Because it's a crime if you don't eat the rest of the muffin, it's an unforgivable offense. You honestly have no idea how much it bugs me to watch people throw the rest of their muffin away when all they ate was just a third of their entire snack. It's kind of like what what you're making me feel right now, I've beaten you twice, and then on that glorious third time, you beat me, and now these people cheer you, now these people EMBRACE you. All they've eaten was the muffin top, it's like they didn't even bother to notice the muffin butt. Hehe...muffin butt."

Thinking of how hilarious a muffin's butt cheeks would look like, Penelope distracts herself with a laugh. Of course, she didn't want to show her teeth, so hiding her mouth, she looked away from the camera and let out a bellowing giggle. Refocusing herself, Penelope turned her attention back to Prysm, her once cloak of a left hand now a stop sign in front of her.

"How's that for 'lightening' up? I AM A CHAMPION. I'm a literally a representation of what every woman in the locker room aspires to be! You wouldn't be here, standing in front of it, you wouldn't be here, if I didn't give you the opportunity to dance with my Xombettes! SO, is this my fault? What a twist. I am the reason these people love you. HAHA! I am also the reason why I am no longer undefeated, DESPITE not submitting or laying down on my back for three dancing seconds. So depressing."

Bottom lip quivering, she looked at Prysm Ray with an endearing expression, as if she wanted something from her.

"Do you happen have a mirror? I want to see how "cute" I look."

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[Prysm Ray]

Sorry Penny, I don't have a mirror on me. You don't mind me calling you Penny do you, Penny? Just believe me when I say that you look absolutely adorable.

The smile still graced her face, especially after that little temper tantrum Penelope just threw. It was somewhat silly to hear Penelope acting like that. But as she thought about all of what Penelope was saying, a thought graced her mind as she finally replied.

But, Muffins you say?

Pacing back in forth in front of Penelope for a few seconds, Prysm gets an idea. Turning back towards "Penny", she snaps her fingers like she just got an absolutely amazing idea.

You like muffins? I love muffins! Granted, only when I get the munchies... but still. Maybe on our date we could go get some Muffins, since we both love them so much.

Glancing back at Penelope after her little idea burst. She saw the look of almost disbelief. Like she didn't believe that Prysm still thought the date was even a good idea. Letting out a slight giggle, Prysm said in a light tone.

What's the matter Penny? Didn't think I'd still keep you up on the date after that little attack? Well, I can be quite determined if the situation calls for it. Not even a little beatdown can deter me from what I want.

[Penelope Lea]

Penelope couldn't believe it, her entire purpose for her attack was to prevent the date from ever, ever, ever, ever, ever happening! Yet, here Prysm was, still playing the idea, and even giving her a nickname?! What kind of psycho woman was she? Any other person would run away, cower at the thought of being in the same as their attack, yet Prysm...embraced it? No, that couldn't be right, Penelope was determined to break in her two, and if it wasn't for Mikki Wilson, it just may have occurred. Alongside, Penelope absolutely hated nicknames, she even forbade her grandmother to ever use any shorthanded version of "Penelope." To her "Penelope" was the most beautiful name in the universe, just hearing the name roll of anyone's tongue made her smile, and anyone who denied themselves such beauty weren't deserving of her attention. However, the look in Prysm's eyes made it seem like she understood that, that she understood that Penelope loved hearing her name in full, the fact that she decided to call her "Penny" angered her.

"No, no, no! That is not going to happen! I did not fail! I refuse to believe that I did, I'm successful in absolutely everything I attempt!"

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It then hit her, perhaps Prysm Ray was just joking. Yeah, it had to be that. No one's stupid enough to still want to go on that date, no one! Penelope never fails, and that date isn't, and won't ever happen in the future, Prysm's back probably still hurts.

"You're just kidding, aren't you? HAHA, almost fooled me, almost. You're a smart woman, I don't take you for an idiot, which is surprising, I know, coming from me."

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Reverting back to her confident self, Penelope leaned in closer to Prysm, Prysm may have been taller, but than didn't phase Penelope. Not at all. Sasha was an entire person taller than Penelope, so tall people never really daunted her.

"I need you to bend down, our eyes are rather reflective, I can use them for a mirror."

[Prysm Ray]

Deciding not the respond verbally to Penelope just yet, Prysm leaned down as requested. Opening her eyes are wide as possible. A small smile on her face as she saw Penelope actively adjusting her hair. Slightly surprised that she could see well enough with just the reflection of Prysm's eyes.

Staring down at the young woman, Prysm bit her lower lip. Trying to resist the urge. It was perfect, she was so close to Penelope. Remembering all of the lecturing that she had gotten from Mikki a few days ago, she tried to hold back. She had no idea what Penelope was really like. The date would help with that, but not now... she didn't know.

But she just couldn't help it. She knew that she shouldn't do this, that it was against everything that Mikki had tried to tell her about relationships. But it was just too inviting. As Penelope jokingly pursed her lips to check to see that her makeup was evenly applied, Prysm leaned down. And pressed her lips against Penelope's.

It was, amazing for her. She was lost, for some reason this was what she wanted most. Not another match, not even a job in this company. Just this kiss. She was toning out all of the cat calls and the cheers the crowd was making at this little display.

What felt like minutes to Prysm right now was literally a second, maybe more until Penelope pulled away, leaving Prysm was a very wide smile on her face. Just proving to Penelope that there was no kidding around about this.

[Penelope Lea]

WHAT. Penelope, dumbfounded, immediately pushed herself away from Prysm Ray as soon as their lips touched. No, no, no, that didn't just happen, Penelope Lea was an upcoming rock superstar, if she was going to do anything to draw negative attention to herself it would be during the descending downfall of her career! Penelope had decided, long ago, that should her destined super stardom suddenly free fall, she was still going to make the news. She would have developed the reputation of a non-cursing, non-smoking, non-drinking, role model for everyone, so when she did something, just as kissing another woman, it would make HEADLINE news, and thus, be within the media limelight again. BUT NO! It happened maybe 25 years too early!

"YOU. ARE. AN. ID-EE-UUUUUT!"

Wiping her mouth with her arm, constantly, Penelope Lea's once confident demeanor had been replaced with the tantrum-like one from before. Her hair a mess again, her right eyebrow twitching, and the veins in her eyes becoming vibrant, Penelope feverously stomped in place. Prysm Ray just ruined an presumably 25 year plan!

"DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU JUST DID? YOU'RE AN IDIOT! WHAT WAS THAT? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? YOU'RE AN IDIOT! I'VE NEVER HEARD YOU TALK TO ANYONE ELSE, SO I JUST ASSUMED THOSE STUPID LITTLE WORDS WERE WHAT YOU CALLED EVERYONE, WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU DO THAT? YOU'RE AN IDIOT! NOW WHEN MY CAREER CRUMBLES, MY BACK-UP PLAN IS COMPLETELY WORTHLESS! YOU ARE AN IDIOT! "

Nothing but a ranting blur of emotion, Penelope continued to berate Prysm Ray the longer she stomped, and didn't look to be stopping. The kiss had sent her into a complete emotional whirlwind and all Prysm Ray did was smile. Lovestruck with a kiss that literally lasted a single unfortunate second, had Prysm Ray caught in a moment of bliss while Penelope ran continued to stomp loudly in circles around her, yelling in a complete frenzy.

"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE AN IDIOT! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WOULD SINK TO SUCH LOWS TO GRAB MY ATTENTION! YOU'RE AN IDIOT! WAS THIS YOUR PLAN ALL ALONG?! YOU ARE AN IDIOT! WHY DIDN'T YOU HAVE A MIRROR, WE COULD HAVE AVOIDED THIS ENTIRE MESS! YOU'RE AN IDIOT!"

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Stopping suddenly, Penelope, out of breath gave Prysm Ray the worst death stare she has ever given anyone. She wished she had lazor vision, no! She wished she had lazor vision on her lazor vision, on her lazor vision, on her lazor vision! That way it was a definite kill shot, no survivors! She wanted Ray dead, tramped on be a pride of roaring lions, scavenged by a million vultures, and sold on eBay for mere one penny. PENNY. PENNY! AHHH!

"AND DON'T EVER CALL ME "PENNY"!"

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[Prysm Ray]

Letting Penelope vent and rage for a few more seconds. Eventually when she took a short breather, Prysm raised the microphone up to her smiling face and asked softly.

Are you done now Pen... elope?

She was so close to calling her Penny, but she had caught herself in time. At least that time, there's no telling if she might let it slip again. Seeing her calm down a little bit at hearing her full name, she continued.

I'm an Idiot... Okay, I'll admit it. I guess I sort of am an idiot. Especially considering I still want to go on that date with you. But, I'm okay with being an idiot if that's what it takes.

But hear me out on this one, Penelope. I think you might not think I'm so idiotic after this.

Tall order now, she knew that most people thought she wasn't the sharpest lightbulb in the drawer. But she did have some decent thoughts going in her head.

Now, your little spiel about Muffins earlier got me thinking. Not just about if I wanted Blueberry or Apple-Cinnamon later. But about a match, for Fight Night.

Hearing the hint of another match between the two, especially after that little kiss. The male portion of the crowd erupted.

You talked about a Muffin being split into thirds. But what if, not hold onto your hat, this one is going to be a doozy. What if, our match was also split into thirds.

Her explanation was pretty poor, but she knew that she had to add to it.

What I mean is, how about. A Two out of Three Falls match. To add a little spice to that rather bland match though, lets add some stipulations, shall we?

The crowd cheered. Stipulations were good.

First stipulation; how about your little shiny piece of metal be put on the line for the first time. Second; If you win the match, and retain your championship... our date will be canceled for good. Lastly...

The stipulations were just what the crowd wanted to hear, a title match. They'd finally get to see Penelope put up or shut up.

If you win, Penny. I'll always refer to you as Penelope.

She just had to add that last penny in there.

[Penelope Lea]

Smirking, Penelope's death stare cooled about four lazors as Prysm Ray pretty much surrendered herself to her. Not just that, but surrendered everything to her. Stupid nicknames, stupid date, another match where Penelope was obviously going to win. When it came to singles competition, Prysm's "win" column was pretty much non-existent, she really was an idiot if she still believed she could be beat Penelope Lea all by herself. Sasha wasn't around to take the pinfall, and neither was Mikki Wilson there to do it.

"No, you still sound pretty idiotic."

Penelope said this coolly, radiating with confidence.

"I mean, you were there when you lost to me, twice. Right? In a row. Two out of three falls? These stinky people are going to be pretty disappointed when only two occur, making it a clean four victories against you. I would say chances of you winning went down about...twenty percent."[/center]

A smile was now gleaming from cheek to cheek as Penelope began to imagine herself standing victorious over a headless Prysm Ray as her theme song ringed a defiant victory. Honestly, what was Prysm Ray thinking? Two out of three falls, just to prolong a horrible, yet violent grand finale? YES. A grand finale! Finally, Penelope Lea would wipe her hands clean of Prysm Ray forever! "Fight Night" wasn't going to live up to it's name for Penelope Lea, because this was hardly going to be one. Looking towards her cheering audience, Penelope issues a pre-match apology.

"I'm really sorry, but tonight your Hellcats Championship match isn't going to make it past five minutes."