0-2 (Mikki Wilson)

[Penelope Lea]

Conspicuously absent from the last tapings of Sin City Wrestling, Penelope Lea's theme erupted from the arena speakers as instant disgust overwhelmed the arena. Chants of the utmost hated, and signs reading "Neenerneener" with Prym's face holding up the Hellcats Championship taunted Penelope as she mad her presence known to the arena. Completely masked in face-paint to resemble that of a brain-deprived zombie, Penelope dragged herself down the entrance ramp, her attire merely rags of the outfit she wore against Prysm Ray two weeks ago. Lifeless stares towards the camera from our inaugural Hellcats champion meant that Penelope Lea looked to be playing another one of her "silly" characters the closer she reached the ring steps. Upon reaching the apron, a confused expression overcame her face, as if the idea of taking the stairs was a mental complication. Eyebrow raised, she decided to craw into the ring like the creature from the classic "Grudge" movie franchise, the cameramen taking their opportunity to imitate the iconic shots.

Now in the ring, she stood in the center with a single spotlight embellishing her deathly features. Her eyes hidden by a cast shadow gave her head the appearance of a living skull as a microphone was handed towards her. Grasping it finger, by finger, she painstakingly brought towards her lips, fragments of skin crisping off her arms, hands, and fingers the more effort she put into it. Literally cracking a smile, dead skin seemingly floating it's way onto the ring mat, Penelope gave her audience an expression of lethal confidence.

"Sorry I wasn't here last weeEEeeEEeek..."

Her voice trembled as it gave the resemblance of an undead elderly lady, dirt unmistakeably underneath her finger nails.

"...you can say I had a funeral to attend...and crawl myself out oooOOooOOoOof."[/center]

A laugh reeked it's way out of Penelope's mouth as suddenly she found herself coughing and spewing black, dry blood out of her throat. Punching herself in the chest, resulting in more flying flesh, Penelope straightened herself out, pulling strands of her equally dead hair out of her scalp. Fluttering her hand to get rid of such a nuisance, she turned her attentions back to the audience.

"God, just look what she's done to meEeEeEe~ The bringer of chaoOoOoos, the muscle of destructiooOooOOOn, Mikki Wilson has literally killed meeEeeeEEEe~."

A loud crack echoed throughout the arena as Penelope's neck suddenly snapped, resulting her head to angle disturbingly. Penelope seemingly blaming Mikki Wilson for her new streak of negative two as her head literally dangled from her shoulders.

"Well, this suuUUUuuUUcks."

[Mikki Wilson]

-Right on cue, the lights in the arena darken and the familiar opening lines of Mikki's theme, some of the nerdier members of the audience would recognize it as a quote from DR. Manhattan of The Watchmen.-

" I am tired of earth, these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lies."

-As that line finishes, Mikki comes out as the very inflammatory lyrics to her theme start. Greeted by a chorus of boos with a smattering of cheers here and there. There were those who agreed with her 100 percent and there were those who hated her guts for what she had to say. Unlike the woman who called her out, Mikki wasn't playing around as she slowly walked down to the ring with a look of calm determination on her face. -

-Quickly walking up the stairs, Mikki grabs the mic that was so graciously laid there as she climbs into the ring and her music is cut. Staring at Penelope, it was clear that Mikki wasn't amused by Penny's antics in the least. Clearing her throat, Mikki finally speaks.-

" Oh how the mighty have fallen, the once great Penelope Lea has gone from 'dominant' champion to sideshow freak in less then two weeks. All it took was for me to take it upon myself to force Prysm's hippy ass into actually training for once. You're welcome by the way. "

-Giving Penny a smirk, Mikki continues.-

" That's not what this is about though is it? It's about you wanting revenge for me giving you a taste of your own medicine isn't it? You didn't like being on the verge of having your career snatched away from you before it really got going did you? Well now you know how it feels. Way back in a Detroit based wrestling fed called Full Contact Wrestling, I was in a similar position to where you put Prysm. A now legendary woman named Lilith Creighton hit me with a Kiss of Death on a cement floor. She aimed to end my career before it got started, later that night I went out and hit her with Jon Pryor's Ring of Fire neck breaker on a steel stage. "

-Getting closer to Penny, Mikki places a hand on the shoulder she had battered with elbows several weeks ago and lightly pushes her.-

" This might sound like a needless history lesson to you, but this does have a point. You just like Lilith have underestimated the plucky young upstart who you tried to silence. Unlike with me and Lilith though, Prysm was able to embarrass you and take your title. Now... "

-This time, Mikki pushes Penny a little harder.-

" ...how about I finish what I started when I had you held upside down ready to piledrive you? "

-Giving her one last shove, she asks with a mocking tone.-

" What do you say Penny? Or are you too scared without your big sister here to protect you from big bad Mikki? "

[Penelope Lea]

Mikki Wilson seemed to love to hold her authority over others as Penelope stood and listened to her on-the-fly history lesson. She wasn't sure how any of what she said related to her relationship with Prysm Ray but perhaps she was merely too young and arrogant to really understand the "biggah pictcha." Waiting for her to finish, her head still loosely dangling from her neck, Penelope began to just assume Mikki Wilson loved hearing her menacing voice echo throughout the arena, if only she had a blackboard with a whacking punishment stick, perhaps it would have been slightly more amusing. Flashbacks of sitting in her senior-year European History class just a year ago when she was but seventeen began to flood her memories, how even when excited, her teacher still had that soothing voice to put anyone asleep. Perhaps it was part of the being the undead, but Penelope began to feel herself lose her footing as she began to fight the urge to nod off...literally.

It was than that Mikki Wilson pushed her the first time. Snapping herself out of it, Penelope surprisingly beginning to feel the gift of life coming back to her (maybe it was the promised living brain breathing inside Mikki's head), but supposedly her lesson was over, and Ms. Wilson was looking to punish Penelope for nearly dosing off in her class. Looking to argue, using such an excuse as "But Ms. Wilson, I just spent the last 72 hours digging myself out of my presumingly eternal grave," Penelope wasn't given the chance to as another shove was given to her. An anguished moan escaped Penelope's lips as her zombie instincts told her to attack. Unfortunately zombies, at least Penelope's species, weren't infamously known for their cat-like speed and reflexes, and before Penelope could lunge herself toward Mikki Wilson in a full-fledged attack, she had delivered another shove, this time sending Penelope onto the ring mat.

A thud echoed throughout the arena as Penelope's newly delicate features creaked and cracked amongst the ring floor. Her head, which was barely clinging onto Penelope's neck before, was now rolling alone, nearly finding it's way out of the ring before Penelope grasped and stopped it. Slowly, and fidgeting, Penelope rose herself from the floor, her motion in her back sending spine-curling cracks to their audience as Penelope straitened herself out. Pieces of her skin and ring gear from two weeks ago left a fragmented outline as she placed her head back onto her neck, a cementing loud CREAK! signifying that the zombielious bond between her neck and head were one again. An annoyed look expressed across Penelope's deathly face left cold stares from the audience as she turned her attention back to Mikki Wilson, her microphone picking up Penelope's every single word.

"Did you know that before I dieeEEEed, Prysm Ray was maaAAAybe three or four years my senior? I never specifically aaAAAasked how old she was, but the thought never seemed to come through my braaAAains when I was aaaAAaalive. It's diiIIIiifcult to undereeEEestimate a yoOOooung 'upstaaaaAAAart' talent when they were oooOOooOOoolder than you weeRRRRee."

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Penelope seemingly held no control over her stressed nouns as the more she tried to stop her newly discovered speech impediment the stronger it became. Clearing her throat, assuming it was the fact that her vocal chords were still re-bonding with her head, Penelope tried again.

"But I would looooOOooove some medicine to clear this annooOOoOOoying problem I seem to have. Which of cooOOooourse isn't myself. It's yoOOoOoou. Trying to reeeEEEelate to me, just so you give yooooUUuurself the ooOOoopportunity to feeeEEeEeel like I was before I diiiIIIied. We're not alike, deeEEEeespite what yooOOOOou may be trying to conviiiiIIIIince yourself. Which it kind of flaaAAAattering, I was pretty cooooOOoooOOoool, one-of-kind, but you're kind of oooOOooold. You're a little past your prrrrrime to try and becooooOOoooome someone that was as coooOOOol was I was."

Penelope's mouth began to salivate the longer she was within "kissing" distance with Mikki Wislon. Her brain was weeping, crying, wanting to become her meal of the evening. Trying to control her urges was starting to become more and more of a problem as the scent of clean and fresh straight-edge flavored brain began to envelop her senses. Fingers fidgeting, her pupils dilating, Penelope was fighting within every fiber of her being to not jump and munch on Mikki Wilson's skull.

"The smell of your braaaAAAainz is starting to excite meeEEEEeee, why don't you get a little clooOOOoser?~"

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[Mikki Wilson]

-This was probably supposed to creep Mikki out but it was starting to piss her off as her rage was starting to become evident on her face. The crowd was entertained by this but Mikki clearly wasn't.-

" Penelope, you don't know how bad I want to walk out of this ring and put this dog and pony show behind me. I don't know what lengths you went to to stage this little show here, but that effort would have been better suited being used to try and get your title back from Prysm. Just like Prysm, I see a lot of potential in you just waiting to be tapped, but it's being held back by this childishness. "

-As she said that last sentence, she pointed to this zombie get up.-

" I don't blame you though, you're the result of a media and pop culture who push all of this supernatural zombie, vampire bullshit on young children. I might seem uncool to you, but I honestly don't give a crap about your opinion of me. I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to kick ass and educate people like you. To spread the virtues of a clean drug free lifestyle, and a life free of poisonous religion and filled with the light of reason and free thinking. Now instead of just standing here talking, how about we clear the ring of this zombie mess, and we wrestle? "