Making The Best Even Better! (Misfitt)

[DARKSIDE]

Angel peeks her head out into the hallway from the SIN locker room. She catches a glimpse of a black and red figure suddenly turning the corner down the hallway to the right. She leaves the locker room, almost drawn or compelled to seek out the person she saw. Angel runs down the hall, turns the corner and see Misfitt roaming the hall, just a few doors down from where she is.

Angel yells out and waves her arms to get Misfitt's attention. Misfitt sighs and rolls her eyes, trying to ignore Angel. She tries to duck into the ladies room to avoid any interaction, but Angel darts in and cuts her off.

Angel: Hey! Hey....just cool it for a sec. I wanna talk to you about something. I'm here to....help you, sugar. Please? [/b]

Misfitt scoffs and shoves Angel away. She turns and tries to rush away down the hall, but Angel frowns, stomps her foot and charges after the newly crowned champion.....

Angel: EXCUSE MEEEE!! Hey, jackass! If you want to KEEP your championship, and that pretty little head of yours, you'd better listen up![/b]

Misfitt stops and lets Angel catch up. Misfitt looks both angry and confused, but seems willing to hear Angel out regardless....

Angel: Good! You finally stopped. Now, let me get this straight. You might be the Angels Champion now, but all that means is every last skank in this shit hole is gonna be trying to take you down. I should know. I had YOU all over me like the plague for weeks on end! **giggle** Now, you are the best in our division.....or so that little gold and leather strap you've got seems to symbolize.

I want, first off to apologize to you for being such a raging cunt bag toward you. Believe me if you want, but I'm being serious. That title belt has a way of changing people, and I became a real bitch because of it. More than I normally am, anyway. I have developed some respect for you these past few weeks and I want to make sure your time as champion is all you ever hoped it would be. If you play your cards right, you could even surpass ME as the greatest Angels Champion in history. Doesn't that sound awesome?

What I'm saying is....I want to "train" you. Take you under my wing and help you release the darkness in your soul. It's almost there already, but it needs a little more help. I can sense it and I know you will be so much better if you only allow me help condition you. Bring that evil nature to the forefront and use it to shred and brutalize anybody who gets in your way!

Pretty please? **wink**

You've already got a line forming and you have to show all those syphilitic attention whores who the real Alpha Bitch is in the fed, baby. What do you say? Are you in?[/b]

(tag to Misfitt)

[KraZ]

Misfitt looks into Angel's eyes trying to read if there is something out of place.

Forgive me, but I don't know if I can true you, but whats in it for you? I mean, you were rather vile to me when you got that belt. You said some of the most evil things I have heard in a long time. But the idea of releasing my inner rage does sound good. What did you have in mind?

[DARKSIDE]

Angel sees the mixed emotions in Misfitt's eyes and knows what she needs to do. They both seem to be in the vicinity of Minion's old hideout, so Angel takes Misfitt into the abandoned locker room she and her brother once took up residence and sits Misfitt down on the old, beaten up couch for a one-on-one discussion....

Angel: Misfitt, look. I'm not gonna sugar coat this. I know I was a real bitch to you before. It was that belt! It brought out the fury in my heart and put a feeling of over-protectiveness in me. I lashed out at anyone who appeared as a threat to take it from me. Sure, it made me a successful champion, but it also turned me into some kind of animal. I liked it....a lot, actually. But since I've been without it for a while now, I realize what the championship was doing to me. Maybe.....I wasn't quite ready to be a champion yet. I couldn't handle the responsibility. It's not often that I will admit my weakness, but this is something you need to know. My apology still stands, hun. I meant it, and I hope you accept it.

Now, I want to help you learn from my mistakes. I want to mold you into the kind of warrior that I should have been. Most of all, I want to make up for all those horrible things I did and said to you before. You hear me?

I want you to go talk to the GM and book us in a match together for this week's Meltdown. I want to take the time to spar with you in the training room before our match....maybe tomorrow, if you're free. Then, on Meltdown, we will both hit that ring and do it all "for real". Show the whole world all the rage you've got inside of you....and take it all out on me. I deserve a good beating....and it's been a long time since I had one that was really worth it. Every week up until the next PPV when you defend your title....I want to face you and check your progress. Remember this! A championship a lot easier to win than it is to keep. Look at what happened to "Jenny Fuckstain". She got lucky, beat me on an off night when I wasn't at my best....and she was champ for ONE freakin' month. She didn't care about the title and she got sloppy. She didn't earn it, nor did she deserve it. YOU have more than paid your dues, sweetie! YOU have definitely earned that title....and I want to help you hold onto it for a while. **wink**

Soooooo? You up for all this? I'm gonna get going. I have a "meeting" with Osiris in about five minutes and I don't want to keep "Big O" waiting! Leave a note for me and slip it under the SIN locker room door when you make your decision. Alright?[/b]

Angel pats Misfitt on her shoulder and smiles before she gets up and leaves the room to head back down the hall to the SIN locker room. Misfitt sits in the dark room with many thoughts spinning in her mind....

(tag - Misfitt)

[DARKSIDE]

Days pass, and no response from Misfitt. Angel grows more impatient as the hours tick by. Could she really have made no impact on the champ's outlook?

Minion walks by as Angel sits on the couch, bouncing her knee with anxiety.....

Minion: (sits down next to Angel and puts his arm on her shoulder) Sister?? What troubles you so?[/b]

Angel: I can't believe this, Minion. It's been days since I offered to help Misfitt and she hasn't contacted me at all. It's already Monday night and I'm starting to think she just blew me off![/b]

Minion: (raises an eyebrow) Misfitt? Your old arch-rival during your reign as champion? Why would you seek to aid such a miscreant?[/b]

Angel: (giggles and smiles) Huh huh....such BIG words, brother. You've been chillin' with Carny again, haven't you? About Misfitt....I know my actions and my words toward her were so horrible, but I've had a change of heart. I can feel the darkness just oozing out of every pore of her body and I want to show her how to use it to her advantage. I offered to train and spar with her, to get her conditioned like Lord Nightmare and Father Death did for us so many years ago. Misfitt is a prime candidate! I feel almost a "sisterly" bond with her somehow.

How could she not want to succeed? She seemed so intrigued at my offer. Do you think maybe she thought better of the whole thing? I just don't understand![/b]

Angel drops her head and hides her face behind her folded arms on her lap, visibly frustrated and upset. Minion rubs her shoulder and playfully tussles her hair before standing up and leaving the room......

Just as he is at the doorway, he turns around and consoles Angel by saying, Worry not, dearest. There will be "others". You wait and see![/b]

Angel just shrugs with her face still hiding in her lap. Minion turns with a concerned look on his face and leaves the room. Angel continues to sit and sulk and think about many things.

She looks up, her thick mascara messed up and streaked down her face. She swipes her hair away from her face and lets out a long deep breath. She frowns and takes on a very determined attitude. Angel goes into her room, fixes her make-up and grabs her gear. She heads toward the door, shouting out into the dark room, Hey...I'm just gonna say "Fuck it!" and go blow off some steam, y'all! Be back later, Minion. You behave![/b] **giggle**

Angel closes the locker room door behind her, slings her gym bag over her shoulder and storms her way down the hall, her eyes scanning every nook and crevice and doorway for a sign of Misfitt...or anyone else who might want to "work out" with her in the training room.....

(tag/fade)

[KraZ]

Misfitt comes out of a room in front of Angel. She looks to her right to see Angel. She moves to her and has the belt over her shoulder.

Listen, Angel I have been thinking about what you've said. I don't know if it's going to turn out to be the best choose, but I would like to see what your "training" can do for me. With all this war like atmosfear in the air, I could use all the "training" I could get.

She turns and places her hand on Angel's shoulder.

But, If I find out your playing me for a fool. I will get you back. Yes, I know your not afraid of me, and I understand that. I do have a few favors left with my friends in elf. Yes, I do have friends. The ones thats better to have with you then against you. So when do we start?

[DARKSIDE]

Angel seems happy and upset at the same time. She doesn't care for Misfitt's tone. She smacks Misfitt's hand off of her shoulder and sticks her finger in Misfitt's face...

Don't you DARE threaten me, you little parasite! I'm trying to make amends and all you want to do is keep me waiting...then you have the gall to question me? Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!! You're SO aggravating! I don't give a flaming freak about your little elves, or whatever you said. You're the new Angels Champion, dammit! Not Santa Claus!

Anyway, if you really want to see what awaits you, then follow me to the "dojo", sweet cheeks. Go put your belt back in your room. You won't need it and you don't want it to get damaged, do you?

Now....come on![/b]

Angel takes Misfitt to the training room in the big gymnasium the superstars use to train and practice their craft. A few of the other mid-carders are doing some tumbling on the mats, but the practice ring is empty and available. Angel smirks at Misfitt....

Perfect! Gimme a sec to go change and I'll meet you back here. Go sit by the ring over there and get stretched out.[/b]

Angel departs to the ladies room and changes into her wrestling attire. Misfitt goes toward the ring and sits on the bench nearby. She does some leg and abdominal stretching and soon, Angel comes back up and gets Misfitt's attention by whacking her in the back of the head.

Owww! What was that for?[/i], Misfitt yells as she stands up and scowls at Angel. Angel just smiles and giggles, playing innocent.

What? It was just a "love tap", sugar pie. Got a problem?

Ohhhh....are you getting mad? Huh? HUH? Got some rage welling up inside of ya? Gooooooood![/b]

Angel quickly hops up onto the ring apron and crawls in under the middle rope, motioning and taunting Misfitt to get in the ring with her.....

Come on, you bitch!!! I'm begging you! Gimme EVERYTHING you've got!!! All that anger...the rage...the frustration....let it ALL come out. Use it and take me down....if you can![/b]

(tag)

[DARKSIDE]

Misfitt clenches her fists so hard, her arms begin to shake. She charges, slides into the ring and jumps to her feet. She catches Angel off guard and tackles her to the mat with a loud crash. Misfitt mounts and punches Angel repeatedly in her face. Angel tries to cover up but still take several stiff rights, busting her lip open. She manages to flip Misfitt over and the Angels Champion rolls onto her feet, glaring over at Angel with the look of a crazed rabid beast. Misfitt is practcially drooling through her bared teeth and her eyes are glazed over with a look of pure insanity. Angel simply backs up and starts clapping as she sees the state Misfitt is now in.

YES!!! That's good. Thrive on that rage, girl! Let it swallow you! Give into it. Become the embodiment of that anger!

Now, come at me again![/b]

Misfitt gets up to her feet and runs toward Angel again, but Angel dodges. Misfitt rebounds off of the ropes and is caught with a spinning heel kick from Angel. Misfitt gets back up as Angel closes in. They lock up and trade hard rights and lefts. Angel kicks Misfitt hard in the stomach and sets her up for Original Sin! Just as Angel flips Misfitt up in the suplex lift position, Misfitt twists herself loose and counters Angel, turning her move into a neckbreaker. Misfitt kneels down and wraps her hands around Angel's throat, strangling her. Angel chokes and gags, but she is smiling from ear to ear, loving every second of the pain Misfitt is dealing out to her.

The brawl in the practice ring continues. Angel clotheslines Misfitt out of the ring and nails a moonsault DDT on the hard floor that almost knocks Misfitt out cold, but the Angels Champion is like a woman possessed and keeps coming at Angel no matter what amount of pain she is in. Both women are getting weaker and more exhausted as the time passes and the cruelty continues to escalate. Angel successfully executes Original Sin and can barely get back on her feet. She and Misfitt lie on the ring mat, both gasping for air and almost completely incapacitated. Angel's sick mind working overtime....still thriving on the pain, staggers up and grabs Misfitt by her red, sweat-soaked hair. Angel holds Misfitt face up to hers and spits in her face! She kicks Misiftt in the gut once again and goes for another Original Sin, but Misfitt loses her mind!! Her hostility is coming out, showing in her face....bringing her to a level of ferocity she hasn't felt before. She claws Angel's eyes and throws her hard into the far turnbuckle....running clothesline!! Angel's neck and spine crack as she wobbles and stumbles out from the corner and Misfitt crushes Angel with The New Black! This takes the energy out of both women and they lay beside each other, once again barely able to regain their breath and sweating profusely....physically exhausted and hardly able to move at all. Angel rolls over on her back and her body convulses as she breaks out into a fit of joyous, satisfied laughter, chuckling through the blood in her mouth from internal injuries and busted lip...The process.....has begun![/b]

Misfitt lays foaming at the mouth, her hands stained with Angel's blood....her body twitching and she also begins to laugh slightly as she basks in the rush given to her by the rage flowing through her body.....

Suddenly, one of the backstage technicians comes running into the training room.....

OH!! Angel and Misfitt....there you are! Get your butts in gear, ladies. You've got to be out in the ring for a match in like FIVE minutes![/i]

(tag/fade)