"Punch Drunk!" (Faerkaine, Nemesis, Misfitt)

[DARKSIDE]

Angel and Nemesis are back in the SIN locker room, drowning their sorrows after their loss at Collision. Angel is just sloppy, nasty drunk, barely able to stand up straight and slurring her speech. She was once in a little better mood...but soon, she drops into a deep depression and just guzzles more booze, which has brought her to where she is now. Even Minion and Klown seem worried about her behavior tonight.

Angel starts to talk very loudly, yelling everything she says...most of which is nonsense which just brings laughter from her and Nemesis. Angel's tone gradually becomes more belligerent and she decides to get a change of scenery. As she stands up and clumsily staggers toward the locker room door, Minion goes to her, but Angel shoves him away and slams the door behind her. Minion goes out into the hall after her....

SISTER....come back here! You are in NO shape to be...[/b]

No shape to ....what, Minion? Huh? GOD! Why don't you stop being such a pussy? You make me wanna puke. Just....leave me the Hell alone. I have something to take care of....[/b]

She points down the hall toward the entrance to the arena...

...out THERE![/b]

Angel turns her nose up in the air and stomps off down the hall toward the curtain that leads to the ringside area....

Minion goes back into the locker room and informs Nemesis of Angel's stubborn dismissal of him. She gets up and goes to leave as well.

Angel's music plays out in the arena and she soon comes stumbling out onto the stage carrying an open bottle of rum. She takes a drink from it a couple times as she makes her way down to the ring. She flops her body up on the ring apron and rolls under the rope, far from her normally nimble and sexy entrance moves. She doesn't taunt and play to the fans, even though they chant and beg for her to do so. The ringside attendant hurries over to the edge of the ring to hand Angel her mic and she angrily snatches it away without giving the attendant her usual smile and wink. She walks back and forth in the ring as she tries to collect her thoughts while chugging more rum from her bottle.

Okay...**hic** Oooh, 'scuse me! Yeah, I know my match at Collision last night was total bullshit. But I'm not out here to explain or apologize to any of YOU. Shit happens! Just like how we suddenly seem to have a total piece of shit for a champion in MY division! Yeah, "Little Jenny Fuck-Stain"...I'm talking to you, sweetcheeks. You sucked before you became the champion, and you seem to have just amped up your game after you stole MY title. I mean...you just let Misfitt walk all over your fat ass last night. Huh huh huhhahahaaaaa......REALLY? When I was the Angels Champion, Misiftt never even left a scratch on me. God! You're even more weak than you are worthless! THIS ENDS TONIGHT!![/b]

Angel becomes consumed in some psychotic fit of intense rage! She throws her arm out to the side and breaks the end off of her rum bottle, spilling alcohol all over the ring canvas and now holding the jagged remnants of the broken bottle with full intent on doing harm to the next person who walks through the curtain.

Only....it's not Jennifer Faerkaine's music that plays, but that of...Nemesis. She walks with a purpose down to the ring, trying to reason with Angel and get her to calm down. Angel stands, looking confused and drops her guard. No matter how pissed she was, she would never hurt her best friend. Nemesis slowly approaches Angel with her hands out in front of her. She eventually reaches Angel and hugs her, all the while talking her down out of her enraged frame of mind.

Angel is calming down nicely and Nemesis takes her by the arm. They start to leave the ring, but then.....

(tag)

[KraZ]

Over the speaker's a voice is heard.

Is someone sad that they don't have a belt anymore. Someone that was show "cock" sure that they were the shit.

Alive screams over the speakers, as Misfitt makes her way out to the stage. She has a mic in her and motions to cut the music.

Hey, drunk ass I'm talking to you. Stop staring at Nemesis's tits. I know Minion ain't putting out, but you don't have to try to get with her. I think she likes clown paint on her inner thighs. I am jus...

The sound of Laugher comes over the speakers. Followed by "I Get Off". Out walks AWF newest Angel and letter. She walks right over to Misfitt laughing her ass off.

Ha ha ha. Oh, that was good, I mean she's with a guy named Klown, and then you said Klown paint. I mean, that is some funny stuff there. But really, how about you leave the joke's to the K. How about that little Misfitt. I mean, what the fucks up with your face. Not have a light in your locker room?

Misfitt glares at K and goes to grab the mic. K moves out of her way causeing Misfitt to stumble a little.

Walk much... Calm down Misfuck. I will give the mic back when I am done. This is the most I get to be on camera with out Loki saying something. Now, Angel or is it " miss fuck me I drunk". Nevermind, doesn't matter. From what I gather you "lost" your title to Jen and then started just plain sucking. Then Jen had a match with the Misfuck to my left or right, I don't know my sides. But anyway, she lost to Misfitt and now she sucks some how harder then you? I don't understand you. But whatever, fuck off. Now on to you Nesy. I guess your "down on a Klown". Oh, I funny. But really, I want to face you in a match. I think it should be fun. I mean, your man names himself a clown, and mines father is a "dead clown." What do you say?

K looks over to Misfitt and slams the mic into her chest. Misfitt gives her a mean look. Then takes the mic.

Now, that it's my turn. Angel, you want to talk shit about me? You don't think I can beat you? Why don't we have a good old battle royal with everyone faceing everyone. Then at the ppv, we will really see who's the best "ANGEL".

[Hazeone-Supreme]

Nemesis leans angel on the ropes and grabs the mic.

"Bitches please! You "K" just fuckin showed up here and ALREADY your talking all this bullshit. I mean, maybe the sperm you swallowed in your life is effecting your brain, but I don't see you dominating ANYTHING here. Two cunt rags who talk a lot usually shut up the fastest. How about we do this: ME and Angel versus you two Hunt's point hookers. I know I got my girl's back. We settle this in the ring.....and be sure to clean up before you face us....it's just more sanitary that way. I mean you both look like you could use a good scrub down. Of course I am just throwing it out there. You guys look like you washed your Vagina's with a dirtier Vagina, which in your cases must be saying a lot."

[KraZ]

Really now, it looks like after she's done crying your going to make sweet love to her. But, for your idea on a match... I have not problem giveing you both "happy hour". Before you go head first into "the New Black".

K looks at Misfitt as she says this. She slaps her hands to her head, as if to say shit what the fuck she on. With her head down she reaches out and grabs the mic from Misfitt.

Misfuck, don't speak it's not something your good at. Your a little slow on the up take. I'll take it from here.

She turns and looks to the ring.

Ok, now that the mental one no longer has the mic. I can do the talking. Neme, you seem to know alot about dirty cunts... Got a past you'd care to talk about? I mean, we are all girls here, well mostly all girls... Not sure about the two of you. I mean, which one of you gots the dick? But anyway, I will team with this Misunder, and we shall see who is the top bitch around these parts. And I dare say, it'll be someone in black clothes. Alright now, bye bye. Don't keep Angel up all night. I want you both not to be sleepy when it's time for our match.

With that said, K drops the mic on the stage and heads backstage.

[DARKSIDE]

Before K can quite get behind the curtain, she hears Angel speaking in her silly slurred, drunken manner.....

Hey! Hey hey hey hey! I don't even know why you two came out here. I wasn't talking about YOU. I was calling out our dead fuck of a champion who has gone into hiding since she beat me. Now, all I see on that stage are two little piggies who are about to get their snouts caught in the sausage grinder! Huh huh hah ha ha ha.... **oink oink**

You do make a good point, though. You wanna fight me and Nemesis? Jeez...you're making me sound as sober as Martha Stewart about now. Ya know that? Nem and I are just FINE with that. Cocky little bitches like you need to take a good beating every now and then. That's the difference between the two of you and me and Nemesis. You two just think you're something special. Nemesis and I KNOW we're awesome! And we won't waste any time in showing you that WE are the F.D.I.C's in this federation......[/b]

Nemesis cuffs Angel on the back of her head and pulls her hair,, bringing her mouth to Angel's ear, whispering something...

H....B....I...C's?? Oh, yah! **giggle** Umm, I mean the "HBIC'S" in this federation!! Yeah....that's it! What did I say?[/b]

Nemesis whispers again into Angel's ear.....

Is that really.....?? Hmmm.....Federal Deposit Insurrrr.....some shit about money, I guess. That still works.

Hey girls......we WILL destroy you the next time we meet up, and...you can take THAT to the BANK! **wink**[/b]

[KraZ]

k turns and walks to the mic. She picks it up and speaks.
how about we leave the jokes to the clowns ok. Bitch number one and cum rag number two. And why not we make this match a elimantion tag match? Doesn't that sound fun? What you think sinfulliss?

[DARKSIDE]

Angel and Nemesis just stand there, looking toward the ramp as if they're waiting for something to happen. After several moments, they glance at each other and shrug as K becomes more and more impatient.......

Angel: Well, Misfitt??? She WAS talking to YOU, monkey face. **giggle** Wa....wasn't...she??[/b]

The crowd laughs as Angel taunts her most determined rival......

Angel: Come on. I know she wasn't talking to me. Or Nemesis. Or, was she?

Oooooh, no she didn't! Ya know something, "K"? You don't belong in this division. Real women don't have BALLS!! And believe me....it takes a LOT of BALLS to challenge the likes of me and Nemesis. So, yeah....we accept. Elimination tag match sounds great.

Just remember one thing, little piggies! Elimination is only a good thing when it DOESN'T happen to YOU![/b]

[KraZ]

Misfitt flips the bird to the ring. Before grabbing a mic from the stage hand.
you may speak better then me, but I didn't start this. I also won't be the one who gets buried in the end of it. You have called me many names. But after my match with Jen, you will call me champ. I will prove more then ever. I am the new black your worst fear. Now hit my music.

As she says that. I Get Off plays. She looks up at the top and throws the mic down. She leaves the stage.

[DARKSIDE]

Even as Misfitt walks off and ignores the two women in the ring, Angel still has her say regardless.....

Blaaaaaaahh blllllaaaaaaaahh BLLLLLAAAAAAAHHH!! Shut your cock-hole, Nitwit! After OUR match against "Jenny Fart-stain", I will continue calling you just what I have ALWAYS called you..........

LLLLOOOOOSSSSSEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!![/b]

**giggle giggle**