SnowBrawl Snow Job (Angel/Vile/Riley Taylor)

[DARKSIDE]

The night after the big SnowBrawl event, and the camera fades back in after a commercial break to reveal the arena....and a very familiar sight.

Just like before SnowBrawl, Sasha and Sabrina Sinister are back in the AWF ring, and they've got a huge chip on their shoulder!

Sabrina: So, did you all enjoy the show last night?

The crowd cheers wildly....

Yeah, it was the dog's bullocks, alright. Angel finally won the title back. Bet we'll never hear the end of THAT one! Every other match on the card was.......ehhh. Nobody cares, least of all....me and Sasha.

Sasha: That, Sabrina, is an understatement. That whole show was bullshit. Everybody was running 'round backstage, all excited and shit. We were camped out in our dressing room, just waiting for the word from Riley "Failer" to let us know about the match he promised us the other night.

All night we waited. From the opening bell to the final three-count....we both sat there, and what did we get, sis?? Tell 'em!

Sabrina: We got fucked over, we did! Nothing! Nothing at all. We wouldn't have even been in the arena if we knew we'd get jacked off like that. We'd be gettin' our jollies down the road at the nearest pub. Total bullocks, that was! Bloody Hell, Sasha. I think the big boss owes us an explanation! Don't you?

Sasha: Spot on, that! Smashing idea, luv! Nobody makes fools of The Twisted Sisters!

Sasha starts stomping around the ring, looking up toward the ceiling as if calling out God Himself....

Sasha: Earth to Mr. Failer!! Heeeellllooooooooo!! Come on out of your hole, little groundhog, and forget about your shadow. If you can't fix things with us, you'll have a lot more to be afraid of. Nobody leaves us hanging like that! Not even you! It's your job to keep your workers happy and gainfully employed. So far, you're 0 for 2, sunshine!

So, where are ya, boss man? It's bad form to keep a lady waiting. You don't want Frank Dubaine to get wind of this, do you now?

(tag)

[AJ Riles]

"Now, look. I'm not about to have the two of you start with me just after I finally get Osiris to stop bitching about how I'm 'screwing him over'. So look, as you will recall, I said I would TRY to scrounge something up, but that I couldn't make any guarantees. Fact of the matter is, none of the other women's talent were available

"So, rather than lipping off to me, you may want to take it up with your colleagues." Riley states, his image upon the video wall settling into his seat.

[DARKSIDE]

The sisters turn their noses up at Taylor's response....

Sabrina: So, that's it? That's your big decision? Take it up with our colleagues? Didn't you just say everyone else had been unavailable. WHO....are we supposed to talk to?

Sasha: Indeed! The only two birds we peeped at the Pay Per View were Angel and Vile. Angel is the champ now and she's got her own thing going. Vile is, well...."vile". Unless you wanna book the pair of us in a handicap match, I guess we get the night off.....paid, of course! We showed up to work tonight, Mr. "Failer". Don't blame us if the rest of your little chickies got a case of the heebs.

Sabrina laughs....

Sabrina: Nicely put, Sasha! Ya know...it's a sad state of affairs when the man running this fed can't even manage his own talent.

Methinks maybe Osiris had a point after all!

Sasha: Too right! Too right!

Well, I wish I could say it's been fun. Now, if you'll excuse us, we're gonna bugger off and try to make the best of our night. Come on, sis!

Sabrina joins Sasha as they toss their mics to the ground and climb down out of the ring. They scowl and throw insults at the crowd who has suddenly turned on them as they walk up the ramp. They get about halfway up the entrance when.....

Angel's music begins to blast through the arena, throwing the crowd into a frenzy with the surprise appearance of the new Angel's Champion! She walks out onto the stage with the title belt on her shoulder, and a mic in her hand. She stands there staring down both sisters with an evil glimmer in her eye...

Well! Looky here. If it isn't the "Britch" Brigade whining and crying about not getting their way. Ohhh. BOO-fucking-HOO!! I heard you talking about me and I gotta tell ya something. You NEVER bring up my name! You aren't even significant enough for me to waste my time. But, ya see....I'm out here now because it looks like I'm the only one here who can shut your snaggle-toothed pie holes up for GOOD! So, how 'bout it, "Britches"?? You wanna dance with the Devil, or what?[/b]

The crowd cheers wildly once again as Angel throws down the gauntlet!

Sasha: Hold on. Hold on. Just wait a tick. What the bloody Hell is a "britch"?? Deary, you're talkin' like you got a mouth full of bullocks. I mean, if you can't ev.....

Angel cuts Sasha short....

No, I think I make perfect sense. Sasha, you and Sabrina should know what a "Britch" is. You're British, right? And.....you're a BITCH! **giggle** Put 'em together, and you get "Britch".

How's THAT taste, baby?[/b]

Sabrina looks at Sasha. They nod to each other and lunge up the ramp toward Angel! Angel takes a quick step back and holds up her hands....

HEEEYYYYY! No need to jump the gun, ladies. I didn't come out here for a threesome. That's going down later tonight at the hotel! Ha ha.... If you two hags wanna mix it up so bad, I say "let's do it!". However, I'm gonna need a partner....and who better than......

the former Angel's Champion! VILE!!!![/b]

As Angel's last words echo through the arena, the cheering crowd, and the three women on the ramp wait to see what happens next!

(tag)

[Ciarra Donnelly]

Quite suddenly the sound of battle horns are heard as everyone attention diverts to the entrance area, stopping the Twisted Sisters in their tracks. Who was making their grand debut? None other then the well-kept AWF secret, the Celtic War-Maiden, Ciarra Donnelly. Standing at 5'10", and weighing in at a non-mentionable athletic weight, she appears behind the dark entrance curtains, her red hair glistening under the limelight, and in her right hand? A large silver battle-axe.

As the horns die down, she gets handed a microphone as she lifts her silver axe into the air motioning that everyone be silent. "ENOUGH OF YOUR BITCHIN'! I was in the back, going over the final negotiations of my contract when your two voices just started ringin' constantly in my ears." She points at her ears...with her axe. "And do you have any idea how annoying you two sound?! Because honestly, I'd rather listen to the piercing screams of all the mountainous bears that I've slayed then listen to your pitiful voices for another second." Her eyes were filled with fury, "I'm not sure where Vile is, or if she was even a creditable champion, but as far as I'm concerned, Angel has herself a partner." She hold up her axe again, "And that person is ME! YOUR CELTIC WAR-MAIDEN, CIARRA DONNELLY!" Her voice echos throughout the arena, her thick Irish accent serving it's metaphoric exclamation point.

[DARKSIDE]

Sasha and Sabrina stand with their jaws dropped open is disbelief. They hadn't scouted this new talent and had no idea at all how to approach her....just yet. Their sneaky super-villain tactics would have to wait. They both talk amongst themselves for a moment and then make a hasty departure through the crowd, having to shove past several disgruntled fans while getting spit on and garbage thrown at them!

Back on the entrance ramp, Angel glnaces over to her new team mate and looks her up and down as her tongue caresses her jet-black lips. She smiles and extends her hand out for Ciarra to shake it and seal the deal for them to unite as a team against The Twisted Sisters....

[Ciarra Donnelly]

Ciarra confidently shakes Angel's hand.

(OOC: I honestly didn't know what else to say. XD)

[KraZ]

Just then music plays that has not been hear in a while. The woman that walks out, is dressed differnet then the last time anyone has seem her. Gone is the corset and the skirt. She now looks as if she is all bussness. She pulls a mic from her pocket.
Well, well, well, it looks like not alot has changed in the time I was gone. It seems Angel is holding a title that seemed to be named after her. Then those twins are running their mouths something they do better then most. Vile is the first one to get a title shot, only because their were no real other option. That is untill now. You see, I am back and I am here with my FacePlant socity. I also came out to fight that new blood here. What do you say, want to face the twisted mess that is me?

[DARKSIDE]

Angel and Ciarra look on in confusion at the new visitor...

Okay, do I know you? You sound like you know me, and I doubt you know Ciarra. Hell, I just met her myself. What did you say you brought with you? The "Facepalm" Society? **giggle** What the fuck is that?? Huh ha ha ha.....

Wait a minute....[/b]

Angel walks up a little closer and squints her eyes....

Ohmigod!! "Monkey Face"?? Is that you?? Holy shit!! I MISSED YOU!! This place has sucked without you to screw things up, honey. Wow....I'm totally shocked you came back.

Well, I guess you can take Vile's place on the roster since she seems to have run off after I humiliated her and took this title back! But....I'm not gonna give you another shot at it. Not.....yet. I want to see what you're made of. You might have gone all "Extreme Makeover" and given yourself a yummy new look....but how do you taste on the inside? That's really what count, right?

But that all comes later. Right now, Ciarra and I have two limey loo lickers to massacre! Maybe after we're done, you can have our table scraps, babe.[/b]

Angel and Ciarra walk up to the stage and past Misfitt as they head through the curtain into the back....

[Sinister]

Before Angel and Ciarra leave,the tron turns on.

Vile: Leaving so soon Angel? I thought you and your new found friend would like to stick around to hear what I have to say.


Two mentioned step back and look up at Vile's image on the screen.

Vile: I see we have the sister,Sasha and Sabrina in the ring. You two are such a pain in the ass,but keep thing kind of interesting as well. Harlequin I have no gripes with you,but we both will mix things up for the belt if need be. Angel you may have the belt for now but I will get it back for a third time you can count on that. Now as for your....miss warrior,stay out of my way and you wont get that Axe shoved up your nose.

[DARKSIDE]

Angel smiles and giggles a little bit at the thought of Ciarra with the axe up her nose, but she straightens up and wags a scolding finger up at the 'Tron as she send her parting remarks to Vile....

That's about enough out of you! You'll have your rematch, honey. I can't wait to beat the Hell out of you again!

But, if you'll excuse us....Ciarra and I have more important things to get ready for. So......just piss off! In fact, you should pay close attention to my next match so you can see what's waiting for you when you come after my title again. Who knows? You might disappear again.....and STAY GONE this time! Can you stand to be humiliated again? Gah.....I swear! Some people have no sense of pride.

Come on, girl. Time to get our hands dirty![/b]

Angel walks back toward the curtain and motions for Ciarra to follow her....