Gabrielle vs.
Andrew Johnson vs.
Bullseye Johnson vs.
Darnell Porter vs.
Duke Drazin vs.
Rocky Creed in the
2010 Mile High Massacre Match
ETE presents in a promo epic...the former two time FWA Woman's Champion...
...& former two time FWA Tag Team Champion...
…The immortal caramel coated Goddess Gabrielle in...
...With baited breath we await our Goddesses triumph...for at Mile High her hands will caress immortality in the FWA Championship
That one simple word...it commands so much awe, so much respect and carries with it an air of the divine. That one simple word suggesting so much power and so much raw...sexuality intertwined with a playful sensuality. That one simple word conjures thoughts and desires of an irresistible temptation, the sin of lust running so illicitly through someone's being as its uttered forth. That one simple word...her name; Gabrielle, nine elegant letters perfectly arranged in such a way as to create so much excitement and promise a night of ecstasy.
The white clouds dotting the beautiful bright blue sky outside whip past the windows of the silver Embraer Lineage 1000 jet. But the FWA cameraman can only focus on what's outside the plane for so long, before all that's inside commands his full attention. He had been given the task all his co-workers hoped to get as each FWA Fight Night or Pay Per View dawned near, that assignment every camera man and for that matter camera woman looked forward to getting each week. His assignment was even sweeter still than he had hoped, sent to the airport where he boarded the private jet with only one other passenger. It was the job dreams were made of for him...but of course it is not his dreams or desires that mattered not when Mile High looms so near...just not the mile high he so desperately hopes for while alone with The Goddess.
For four long years that name had been uttered by so many within the FWA, each time spoken with more reverence whether the speaker held her aloft as their Goddess or wished to challenge her velvet throne. Her long journey has taken her from strength to strength...the women of the FWA never had anything to fight for like the men did before she came to raise her hand in triumph as the first ever FWA Woman's Champion. She proudly created the mould for what a great female wrestler is and against the woman she now she beds down with in wedded bliss they created something truly grand that drew in women from all over the world to lay their claim as the greatest.
The inside of the jet is lavishly decorated, every surface wrapped in either purple velvet or black leather with 'Gabrielle' inscribed in golden satin letters in every one of the luxurious chairs. A beautiful aroma lingers in the air; a mixture of her perfume, of various flowers and of course her natural heavenly scent. Vases all filled with different flowers ranging from red roses, yellow daisies, purple anodas, blue chicorys, pink tulips and orange lilies dot the many tables, arm rests and crevices of the private jets interior. The flowers though are not simply restricted to their vases as the intermingled petals creating a rainbow of colour adorn the floor and seats. The overhead lighting is not the typical bland white but a mixture of gold and purple, with the darker purple lighting casting itself upon the seats as the golden light lines the aisle between it. Several paintings of the Goddess herself line the walls depicting her many moments of splendour, the two biggest such paintings are of The Great Siege standing together and a painting of Gabrielle in her wedding dress hand in hand with Jenny Ignito dressed in a tuxedo, pure bliss etched upon both of their faces.
But her triumph had not ended there the duo that had created the women's division and revolutionised women's wrestling found each other as something other than enemies. Sinful Sensuality was born as two legends of the FWA: the late Matt Boudreau and G-Rich handed the FWA Tag Team Championships over to Gabrielle and Jenny Ignito. Gabrielle stood atop the world and reigned supreme once again even finding love she had never considered as a friendship turned to something all the more delicious. An unyielding love born between the two that has captured the imagination of so many.
The door to the cockpit swings open and instantly captures the cameraman's attention as she saunters out casting a welcoming smile his way. He had seen her so briefly before and had to restrain himself from drooling like an over excited schoolboy but now he could barely contain himself as he got to take in her beauty little by little and savour it. A pair of magnificent stiletto heels encase her feet delicately and perform the desired task of shaping those heavenly legs of hers which are wrapped tightly by a pair of black stockings. A tight purple dress which hugs her hips and just covers her arse then follows her curves upwards before doing its best to contain those 34DD breasts of hers vying for freedom from their material prison. Her chest is left bare exposing her ample cleavage as the dress splits in two and clings to her shoulders where its kissed by her long dark brunette hair which cascades down her back. A black scarf rests around her neck with a matching pair of black gloves covering her hands though upon her right ring finger rests her wedding ring sparkling in the golden light she stands under, as does the 'Mile High' badge pinned to her dress just above her left breast and from her earlobes hang a gorgeous set of diamond earrings. Her face is as warm and welcoming as ever, she almost seems giddy with excitement, those full succulent lips kissed with a permanent grin, every delicate feature so beautiful and accentuated by that most lovely and alluring shade of delicious caramel. Her eyes sitting under a purple forage cap ethereally glow that ever present divine blue...she is beautiful, gorgeous, heavenly, sexy and divine in every sense of the words while still being just a fantasy and remaining out of his reach...for but a fleeting hope of mile high experienced before the plane lands.
She has done so much in the FWA for four long years competing against the best men and woman that they could put before her. Week after week her legacy grew until she was an immortal, held aloft by the mortals that bow before her and seek her love to enrich their lives. But even still she had endured heartache and loss but the loss of her first true love and watching him become a monster without her paled in comparison to all she had accomplished being ignored time after time as the less worthy were put upon a pedestal and fed to a Titan where their crushed body's and dejected spirits were quickly cast aside. But still The Goddess bathed in a hue of caramel never faltered, taking up arms in The Great Siege and together seeking the change and respect that was long overdue. Now inside a cage she would stand against friend and foe alike and show to the world why it was a foolish mortal dream that she could be held back. The FWA Championship the most revered of accolades was the prize awaiting the delicate caress of the most revered of women. Five will fall one will rise and all others will bow on their knees...
She let a small giggle escape forth from her lips, snapping the cameraman back into full focus as he realised she had stood their just long enough for him to fully take in her every succulent curve. He chuckled in reply her every action was so intentional, even that mirthful giggle just further heightened her beauty, further stated her undeniable sex appeal and flaunted her body. She began to walk towards him as finally her heavenly voice broke the stillness of the air.
Gabrielle: Mile High looms near...and no I speak not of the club which I already am a member...
Once again that delightful giggle sneaks forth from between her lips as she comes to stand before the cameraman in all her curvaceous stewardess attire clad glory.
Gabrielle: No this Mile High that I speak off is the Match...six people locked inside a cage to compete for the one thing we all seek more than anything else inside the ring; the FWA Championship. With such a long and glorious past so few of those who've seeked it have ever held it let alone had it caress their waist with their name proudly emblazoned upon it. Even fewer still have achieved this when locked inside the steel cage at Mile High...year after year many rise with most falling short and only one getting the glory promised to the victor. Sean Kelleher walked out the victor in the first ever Mile High Match, the following year saw Ryan Hall emerge from the chaos still atop the world, Matt Boudreau began what is an unparalleled reign as FWA Champion in 2008 and last year my ex showed the spoils of depravity as he walked out of the cage as King. Now It is my turn inside the cage...amid the hushed whispers that I'm just a woman and shouldn't be competing for such a prize let alone inside a steel cage.
Its not a giggle that emanates from her being this time much more of a chuckle, a laugh all at once amused while plagued by a darkness, her eyes match the tone as they flicker with a flame of wrath born from her being denied for so long.
Gabrielle: The same whispers that Jillian De Silva faced in 2006 as she stepped inside the Mile High cage, though she wasn't successful on that night in time to come she shocked the world and shattered boundaries...but how quickly those fell back in place. Making it so that every woman that came after her had to fight just as hard, I've fought harder than any man to get to this shot so I will make the most of it...I can promise you all that when the fighting comes to an end it is I that will stand atop the world proudly. A divinely pure bliss encircling my being as I look down upon all the favourite sons of the FWA, given shot after shot and experiencing failure after failure. I've watched the likes of Duke Drazin come up short every time in his decade long war, I've seen Darnell Porter falter as World Heavyweight Champion, devalue the Television Championship and still eagerly get sent to the wolves over and over. Bullseye Johnson has spent more time at home either injured, suspended or just plain unmotivated than he has in the ring and Rocky Creed had the world gift wrapped and handed to him but still fumbled to take it...but no concern to Rocky his knees were dusted off and before long all he had to do was beat Drew Jolson and Darnell Porter a man at the time crippled by his tonsils and the world witnessed the long anticipated and equally underwhelming reign of Rocky Creed. It is only my dear close friend Andrew Johnson a man who's like a brother to me that can even hold a candle to me...we've both known all along this match is only truly between us Andrew, any result other than The Great Siege being bestowed with the FWA Championship would be an embarrassment.
But don't expect me to take it easy on you Andrew...we've spoken of this before you know how much I want this as I know how much you want it...but while it may wear only one of our names after Mile High it will be all of ours in The Great Siege. This is my match to win, my match to claw my way to the very top as a Champion people can truly look up to and be proud of. I have beat five of the six Champions on Fight Night, I can proudly lay claim to being one of the only people to ever beat Aut Pax Aut Bellum and eternally being apart of Sinful Sensuality the only duo to ever wrench the FWA Tag Team Championships from their grasp. Sara Wolf has fallen to me every time we have met in the ring as has the supposed 'best in the world' Rocky Creed...and of course who could forget the Television Champion; Anthony. While he put up a gallant effort and gave me some excitement usually reserved for the bedroom in the end he still collapsed beneath me...beaten and sore but satisfied.
That smile returns upon her face as her eyes are re-consumed by that pure ethereal blue, she casts a hand to her posterior rubbing it soothingly under her short dress as she remembers where the whip lashed her buttocks.
Gabrielle: Now it is time for me to be a Champion again and I will withstand hell to bring my heaven to the earth and reign supreme as Goddess. You can all look down upon me, down upon my exploits, my life outside of the ring but I am a sexual conqueror the likes of which would make Darnell Porter feel jealous and ultimately inadequate. The time has passed where the love of the faithless and the heretic is of any value, my divinity is worshipped regardless of those who seek to oppose it and my glory is undeniable. The FWA Championship that I take from the grasp of Rocky Creed and remove from the foolish mortal hopes of the rest of you will be my crowning acheivement and an eternal reminder of all I am capable of. I already know what each and every one of you will say; Jillian De Silva...Jillian De Silva...Jillian De Silva...over and over again comparing me to her, telling me that I want to be just like her. As if just because I'm of the sexier, sweeter, fairer and all together more...delicious sex I automatically worship her.
The Goddess just shakes her head almost sadly before she takes the seat opposite the cameraman and crosses her legs giving only an ever so brief flash of her lacy white underwear.
Gabrielle: Jillian has my respect for what she has done...but that doesn't mean I want to be her, that doesn't mean I'm aiming to follow in her or Moira Crawford's footsteps. Jillian shattered the boundary's and limitations in the past, but those were quickly put back in place when she slinked out of the spotlight. Though I was born a mortal woman that not does not dictate my desires, just because Jillian and Moira both have breasts doesn't mean I simply seek to do as they have done. My ambition is all my own, while I respect and am happy for their achievements I will be remembered as the one and the only Gabrielle. The time where I am held back simply because of my fantastic breasts is now in the past...
The cameraman can't help but pan down to her stunningly ample bosom, he quickly composes himself though and zooms out to recapture her entire form revealing the all to knowing though amused smile on her face.
Gabrielle: Even now you boys cant help but stare...even now I know all it would have taken is a minute alone with Matt Robinson or Drew Jolson...if they could last that long and all I seek would already be mine. But everything I have ever done has been done by my own hands, every step that I fought for knowing that I would be pushed back twice as far, held down twice as long I have done myself in the ring. So sorry boys you're stuck with your mindless bimbos and your dead memories...having me represent your company is the best you can hope for...well for as long as its still yours.
She giggles mischievously in her luxurious black leather seat coming to rest both her hands on her knee as her eyes pierce the camera.
Gabrielle: I have shown the world the folly of your attempts to deny me, I have made a mockery of your Champion; Rocky Creed...The Great Siege has destroyed any chance of him being a respectable Champion or even a Champion worth caring about. Though some people would still believe that Rocky Creed is the man to beat at Mile High after all he despite everything is still FWA Champion. But I have already shown his anointed status as the best, his reign as FWA Champion to be false. I am the one to beat in this match; I've beat Rocky Creed, I've beat Duke Drazin, I've taken Darnell Porter to the limit, Andrew Johnson...as much as I love you as a friend you've never shone as bright as I in singles competition and as for Bullseye Johnson...I've never even payed attention to your existence until now.
Her hands fall back to her side and she gets to her feet, sliding her hands over her hips and making sure the bottom of her dress does its best to conceal her underwear. She turns from the cameraman and takes a few steps down the aisle before she leans in to one of the seats that warm smile upon her face as she does so. She turns back to the cameraman and motions him closer he gets up, unsteady on his feet amid the slight movements of the jet which leave him amazed that Gabrielle's every step is unwavering and unaffected, perfectly composed and elegant even with her high stiletto heels. As he draws nearer he notices that this particular chair is not emblazoned with the name of the Goddess but instead 'Bullseye Johnson' and upon it rests a duffel bag and what looks to be a broken friendship ring.
Gabrielle: Put that down to your attitude Bullseye...after all why would a divine being such as I care about your existence when you seem to not even care for it. How many times have you faded into obscurity, becoming nothing but a memory to the world only to come bounding back expectant of a wave of fanfare and much applause. But it is not just the sins of Sloth and Pride that affect you, you are a sinner Bullseye in every sense of the world; Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Lust every one of the seven deadly sins courses through your being. You would of course deny this and claim to of been a great man throughout your life; a fighter, a Champion, someone to look up too.
Laughter cruel in its intent surrounds the cameraman as The Goddess vocalises her amusement.
Gabrielle: You were nothing when the FWA signed you Bullseye, they took a chance upon an MMA fighter that couldn't handle being punched in the face any more and for so long that chance didn't pay off. You came into the FWA and were an embarrassment I'm sure the Mixed Martial Artists you had called friends in the past sure felt so, seeing a multi time UFC Champion get shown up week after week. But lo and behold that wasn't to last eventually it seems you found your stride and before long the X Championship was dangled in front of you...so close Bullseye but you failed at that and miserably so. You can lay all the claims of grandeur you wish to but it was my good friend Zaire Wyoming that emerged as the victor, as the Champion. But from there Bullseye you did keep climbing up the ranks even amassing a group of others around you in the Elite 5 in a vain attempt to make yourself feel special. Of course I remember being apart of Executive Excellence at the time and making a mockery of you, especially Mark Reynolds when the love of his life Aja Melissa betrayed him for the arms of Tom Princeton. But you kept rising ignoring the sorrows of your friends to eventually capture the North American Championship not once but twice. But after losing it twice the Sons Of liberty were there to console you and help you through it, rebuild you and make you the first ever Crossfire Tag Team Champion alongside Carmine Reaper. But none of that was to last when you finally bothered to act like a Champion and defend those belts you lost them and the destruction of the Sons was not far off.
All of this was of course littered with bouts of inactivity even as a Champion it would seem like weeks at a time would pass before the world saw you again. Every time you got your ass kicked or felt a little home sick or stubbed your toe walking into the ring it signalled you disappearing again, this is your greatest sin Bullseye; Sloth! You are so content to just sit at home any excuse providing you the reason to do so in your mind. Its not just your mind that commits this sin but your body as well Bullseye, so fragile that it seems to break at every touch...how many times are we all expected to care that you're leaving yet again Bullseye?
Gabrielle grabs the duffel bag and tosses it towards where the cameraman shakily stands, it thuds heavily as it hits the ground and Gabrielle clutches at the friendship ring and sits down in the seat.
Gabrielle: I've already packed your bag for you Bullseye you can leave any time you want, which when considering how long you have been back now cant be far off, after all you've experienced loss and victory this time around already. You've also experienced pure unwavering joy...when I kissed you as disgusting as your tongue was pressing against mine...if only I had of known you had such a glass jaw Bullseye I wouldn't have had to taste that. But that had to wait for a week later when I learnt you cant handle a little wooden paddle...how do you expect to compare to me Bullseye when you cant even take a little playful paddling?
When I by comparison have taken much more...intense paddling's in the past...
She blushes somewhat noticeably, [color=red[a shade of rosy red[/color] tingeing that delicious shade of caramel upon her cheeks.
Gabrielle: Without crumbling like you did Bullseye...such a sorry state when you cant take even just a little physicality and I bet all those friends of yours in the MMA world were rather embarrassed once more seeing you get knocked out at the hands of a...how is it so eloquently put again?
She quickly crosses her beautiful smooth legs once again and smirks playfully as she brings her hand up to her jaw, feigning deep thought for a moment before with that wicked smile upon her face she leans forward towards the cameraman who slumps down into a seat yearning for the stability it provides.
Gabrielle: Ah yes that's right...at the hands of a girl!
Her breasts jiggle ever so deliciously as she laughs.
Gabrielle: Just another proud moment for you Bullseye...it is perhaps the one shining light in me being held back because of the voluptuous curves of my body; when one of you little...little boys lose to me its not just a normal loss but an embarrassment to you. But even still your undeserved Pride lingers on, still Bullseye I know you would make claims of being the favourite for this match, of being the future FWA Champion. I know how much you lust for it...you even had the nerve to interrupt the current Champion on your Fight Night return. I may not care for Creed at all as he is an embarrassment to the throne but the likes of you having the nerve to interrupt the Champion...and then pretend anyone wants to see you in the Main Event. That big supposed dream match Rocky Creed and Bullseye Johnson is nothing more than a pathetic failures wishes of glory. Though 'dream' is a good definition of what it is for it is a pipe dream Bullseye you deserve this shot at glory even less than Duke and Darnell and you deserve to be Champion even less than Rocky. I've outlined your entire career already and it is nothing impressive people remember you more for being assaulted by Cursed Bloodline or having the Unholy Uprising try to break your neck. Your scars are your legacy Bullseye, not your pitiful little accomplishments.
Because of that you have always been consumed by the sin of Envy, you've always wanted what you have seen others with for you have always had to look up and gaze upon the immortals and the triumphant mortals. But never more did this sin consume than it did when you stood alongside Carmine Reaper and Nemesis...You saw the potential that both of those men had and you couldn't stand it, you combined one sin with another and gave rise to mortal Wrath. You destroyed a friendship, a bond because these two sins consumed you, you've since had to watch Nemesis do what you never will and become World Heavyweight Champion as Carmine your former partner has come to loathe you. So much of this was born because you felt abandoned when Jack Severino took out Nemesis and climbed atop the world...you may not realise it Bullseye but you are one of Jacks greatest victims. That pathetic and deranged monster took out Nemesis and you crumbled as well, it didn't even have to touch you but the damage was done and the Sons Of Liberty fell apart. Your Wrath saw to that Bullseye!
The friendship ring is then tossed aside by her hand, clattering upon the floor.
Gabrielle: You're Wrath has always burned though, you've always sinned Bullseye combining Gluttony and Greed you've always wanted more and more whilst never being good enough for it, only your anger could fill that void. Seeing so many you had called friend and so many you had called enemy go onto accomplish great things you wanted all of that. These sins played their part in the demise of the three 'Sons' as well, Bullseye has always been about one thing and one thing only Zaire has been so kind as to inform me of this. It seems you have always just cared for yourself, always used and abused those around you: the Elite, the Sons and anyone else unfortunate enough to make your acquaintance. Using them to get more and more for yourself and yourself only, where others see a friend your Greed sees a way to claim glory and your Gluttony sees a way to stuff your face before moving onto the next one. But will there ever be a next one?
People are onto your little game now Bullseye, if not already then now listening to my words of wisdom and guidance they see you for what you are. A sinner, a liar, a nobody desperately clinging to the dying embers of a forgotten potential and left to wallow in it. Now we are of course left with Lust...the most consuming of Sins for lust can drive a man over the edge...
She cocks her head playfully and caresses her bosoms with a single hand suggestively before letting her fingers slide underneath the neckline of her dress, rubbing the soft material between her thumb and forefinger.
Gabrielle: Lust is most evident in the adoration of the opposite sex and lets not lie here Bullseye, you can hate what I'm saying, you can dislike me or even hate me for being apart of The Great Siege like so many others do...but you cant hate this perfect 5'6 body oozing pure sex appeal. But you are just as likely to lust after another man as you are to crave one unforgettable night with me. Now don't panic Bullseye I haven't gone the low road and reduced myself to gay jokes, your lust would be for what they are and what they have. So often a man like you would have gazed upon another and seen everything you Lust after in his life: determination, success, love, a body that can handle a life on the road...all the things you don't have Bullseye and never will.
Again she laughs as she releases her grip on her dress and uncrosses her legs before getting to her feet she beckons the cameraman to his feet and he unsteadily follows her as she walks confidently further down the aisle of the private jet before stopping before another seat she leans into it with that playful grin and runs her hand across the golden inscribed name of 'Duke Drazin'. The cameraman slumps down in the couch opposite her and steadies his camera, admiring the curve of her arse from this angle and looking further between her legs he notices the broken cross and syringe that rest upon the chair before Gabrielle.
Gabrielle: Now I turn to the fallen god himself, a man who has plunged from self delusions of divinity to accept his mortality: Duke Drazin. Such a shame that we never had a war of the immortals Duke, for though your divinity was always just an illusion the joy of having a Goddess best even a false God would have been serenely blissful even if a small part of me wants to like you Duke. I know shocking right amid all the animosity between us and all your petty childish labellings of me as 'whore' there is still a part of me that likes you. After all Duke you share the same disdain that I do for the likes of Rocky, Darnell and Bullseye I wont deny that you are a better man than them Duke. But this mutual disgust that we both hold for these men is all that we share Duke, you in the past have made a mockery of the divine when you falsely claimed it and you've made a mockery of wrestlers when you abused the drug that had you fired from the FWA in the past. Your hatred and your gathering of nobodies that seem to follow you so often is now all that you have left Duke. Even your decade long war with the late Matt Boudreau is over though never giving you the consolation or validation of a victory...despite what you may hopelessly wish for Matt Boudreau has passed on without a single blemish on his record bearing your name.
Mile High could pose as your last opportunity for the grandeur you so desperately seek, after all how many times can one man falter before he has had enough?
But then again maybe witnessing Rocky Creed finally climb to the very top of the mountain you have ideas of your own to finally achieve the greatness that has alluded you. But I know you better than that Duke you would no sooner idolise Rocky Creed than you would cease your petty insults unto me. 'Whore' is that really the best that you can come up with Duke?
An insult tossed around the school yard by little boys unable to comprehend their true feelings. Now I'm not saying you have feelings for me Duke...at least no more than every other man who hopelessly lusts and prays against reason for even the briefest of divinely sexual encounters. Though it would explain why you couldn't fight out of my bra those weeks ago Duke, perhaps you enjoyed the soft and oh so warm feel of it against your skin, lewd thoughts of what it had caressed just moments before it coiled around your throat. Regardless of whether you enjoyed it or not Duke the result is the same I left you face down gagging as you desperately gasped for air. Consider that to have been all at once my proclamation of being superior to you and it being your penance for me helping you beat Bullseye after all if I didn't press my softly sweet lips to his then you were only moments away from losing the match Duke and a loss to Bullseye is something that not even you deserve. But my assistance and my punishment didn't serve to give you any humility or teach you any lesson. Still you try to deface my name and degrade my being with your small insults. But I'm not ashamed or embarrassed by my sexual promiscuousness if you ever were truly divine Duke then you would know that beings like I have no mortal inhibitions, simply the desire to seek joy.
A beautiful and stimulating moan radiates from her being, she takes the cross and syringe in her hands and sits down, quickly crossing her legs as she rests Drazin's syringe in her lap. She squirms somewhat excitedly in her seat as the cameraman shifts uncomfortably in his own watching her slowly stroke the cross with her hand as she coyly bites her bottom lip.
Gabrielle: That desire to experience the orgasmic and all that it entails, the thrill of all your senses being warmly embraced within the throes of passion.
Again she moans, letting it seep forth from her lips as her eyes flutter closed for a moment and she presses the cross to her thigh.
Gabrielle: This makes your nights spent with the likes of Happy Hooker pale in comparison Duke, whether you charge and experience the full service that thing provides or not. Though of course as we so graphically saw there's always Jess the Camerawoman there for you to play with as well she does have a delightful squeal on her. But she's hardly the type to be worthy of the divine blessing that would be a night with me or even a night with the once great god Duke Drazin. How cute and all at once maddening it was witnessing you laying your claims to immortality Duke, watching you build a church that no one came to though all the while still claiming status as a God.
She clasps at the holy cross depicting an image of Duke Drazin with both her hands, holding it aloft before herself as she stares somewhat devilishly at it.
Gabrielle: In your mind you built a religion and believed every word of it though all the while no one ever came to pray at your altar, no one ever worshipped the Great God Duke Drazin. It only existed in the fantasies of a mortal man who needed the attention, who longed for the comfort divinity would give to his life. How it must pain you to gaze upon me and see what you once craved to be...only of course so much more delectable. A being of true divinity and one that has left you laid out in the ring every time we have been near each other in the last month. I still remember that horrified look upon your face after I blasted you in the back with a steel chair and cost you the FWA Championship against Drew Jolson. I can only imagine the pain at seeing that opportunity slip away from your grasp, you headed into that night already feeling like you were on top of the world. Not one person believed that Drew Jolson had any chance of beating you Duke...but divine intervention saw to it that the world was shocked and you were left humiliated and defeated, laid out in the ring beside the man you had just sought to defeat.
Ever since then Duke you just haven't been able to get the best of me as at Red, White and Bruised despite the referees inept calls I beat you, I beat the fallen god one-two-three and again left you laid out in the ring. Even when I was just a harmless referee I left you drooling on the mat...face it Duke I am your superior and the sooner you accept this and fall to your knees before me, humbly worshipping me as your Goddess then the better off you will be. You need to do this Duke it will make your continuing falls to me the easier to stomach, but never more so than when I leave Mile High as the new FWA Champion. You have seen the falseness of your own divinity Duke so now can be the time where you embrace true immortality, not of your own but of someone you can truly and proudly worship.
She places a kiss upon the tip of the cross before dropping it at her feet and then picking up the syringe and dangling it in front of her face.
Gabrielle: I will absolve you of all your sins if you do so Duke, if you humbly take my words as gospel and pledge your undying love unto me then your use of these...performance enhancing drugs will be made right. Your blatant use of these drugs to seek success in the ring will be forgotten, cast aside as nothing more than a simple mistake of your lost past. After all despite your abuse Duke you never really succeeded beside holding the North American Championship for what seems like a forgettable moment in eternity. So your abuse, your cheating is easily forgotten when you pledge your existence to me...I will even forgive your sins against me, your blasphemy and most disturbingly when you burned my GaBibles.
The succulent Goddess then tosses the syringe suddenly towards the cameraman, it flies towards the camera before plunging down and embedding itself into the couch he sits upon, sticking into the black leather between his legs causing him to gulp hard as she just giggles.
Gabrielle: You kneeling before me Drazin is the only way I would ever forgive and forget that most repugnant of sins, taking my divine teachings and burning them, if you don't repent unto me for that then I will make you suffer. You will feel the full wrath of a Goddess for your crimes against me that is my personal prophecy for your future. Suffering and further embarrassment at the hands of The Goddess will be all that you have to look forward to, my wrath will consume your very existence.
She gets to her feet, running her hands over her posterior as she saunters over to the cameraman, that ever present smile upon her face as she leans in close to him, resting her hands either side of his head upon the couch. Her tongue softly runs across her lips momentarily exposing her new tongue piercing as her beautiful face and heaving breasts barely contained within the tight purple material that confines them fill the view of the camera.
Gabrielle: Hi there Darnell...yes now I turn my attention to you Mr. ladies man...the most beautiful of women; a Goddess turning her full attention upon you knowing that you would give anything for just one night with me...especially now.
She stands up straight and giggles as she playfully twirls her hair around her finger knowing that right now Darnell in his current predicament would be drooling as he watched her playfully sexual teasing.
Gabrielle: You've scaled to the greatest of heights in the past Darnell...for nineteen short days you reigned as the World Heavyweight Champion until the vile Snake Stu St.Clair took it from you. Now you're seeking to make up for that most abysmal of reigns at Mile High, though Stu doesn't stand in your way this time Darnell you should still be concerned sweetie...after all you will be locked in a cage with a Goddess determined to stake her claim as the greatest. A Goddess that you have lusted after in the past...
She then sits down next to the cameraman upon the leather couch which is embroided with the name: 'Darnell Porter'. She giggles playfully as she suggestively caresses her voluptuous caramel coated figure, running her hand over her breasts and down her stomach before rubbing her thighs. One of her hands flirts with her inner thigh, sliding under the hemline of her ultra short dress as she stares into the camera whilst coyly biting her bottom lip...her next words come forth as a succulent purr.
Gabrielle: You cant deny the feelings you have for me Darnell and now we will be locked inside a cage together when you've sworn off sex for thirty...long days. Thirty agonising days Darnell and you're going to have your hands all over the most delectable woman the world has ever known. Feeling the warmth and softness of my skin...the firmness of my perky round breasts pressed against you...mmm Darnell how you're every touch will linger exciting you so much to the point of...explosion.
She giggles as her hand continues to suggestively grope her thighs underneath her dress, she casts her attention down beside herself where a pack of condoms, a dozen chicory flowers and several sports trophies rest upon the couch. She reaches down with her free hand and picks up the condoms, smiling as she opens the pack with her teeth which makes the cameraman shift uncomfortably next to her. The Goddess just giggles before sliding the condom over her forefinger and holding it aloft in front of herself.
Gabrielle: How long has it been now...twenty eight days since you have had to temporarily retire 'little Darnell' and just watch as others have all the fun. I can only imagine how hard its going to be for you Darnell...a woman, a Goddess you can only ever just fantasise about tearing from my clothes in the throes of passion rolling around in the ring with you. Thoughts of our body's writhing against one another, our breath becoming shorter as we reach climax...bliss you can only imagine consuming your body, a rush you've never known as our sweat intermingles with each other. Darnell the things you would experience even in just one second with me, you would never forget a single touch for as long as you live...but your confined to self stimulation for a few days more. Every woman you have ever been with would pale in comparison...your divine orgasm would be both a blessing and a curse. Stimulation of unparalleled levels, making you moan in such joy that you could never relive, no other woman in your life would ever live up to me. Of course none of that matters Darnell...all you can do is touch...never to experience the sweetness of my every curve...
She lets her finger go limp and laughs teasingly as she slides the condom from it and tosses it to the purple carpeted floor. She brushes a few errant strands of her gorgeous hair out of her face as she gazes into the camera almost lovingly before she then leans back and lies down upon the couch next to the cameraman. Her hands softly cup one of her breasts as her other hand teases the bottom of her dress. She moans loudly causing the cameraman to shift in his seat once more as she slides one of her legs up till her foot is next to her other knee and though it gives him a perve of her lacy underwear those passionate blue eyes command his attention. Her hand then leaves her bosom as she grasps at the dozen blue flowers next to her and places them upon her curvy chest, the petals resting under her chin as she continues to tease her hand ever closer to her underwear. With one finger she beckons the cameraman closer and he kneels at her feet happily filming down at her laying there in her deliciously suggestive splendour.
Gabrielle: mmm Darnell...You can consider yourself a great ladies man all that you want Darnell but you pale in comparison to me and my time spent with both sexes. The woman you are used to are jut the typical ring rats that drop their panties for every wrestler that looks their way...believe me Darnell I know their type all too well. But I prefer a higher class, a woman worthy of squealing with delight at the touch of my...soft...wet...kiss. I've even managed to tame my flame haired Jennifer...so many have wished hopelessly for her hand held in a loving embrace lasting all eternity and now I happily call her my wife. Then of course there's Quelly...she would chew you up and spit you out Darnell like a plaything unable to handle her delectable ways of experiencing a climax. While you happily bed down with every woman that throws a glance your way, the ones you truly lust after such as myself wouldn't even give you the time of day. Just like my choice in women I prefer my men so much classier than you Darnell and more importantly as I've heard backstage...a little bigger too. I need the best of everything and you are just a little boy, using your money and the embrace of a few too many drinks for all your conquests.
You see I'm just like these flowers Darnell, these beautiful chicorys: desire...love...the unattainable. You desire me more than any other woman you've ever gazed upon, you would love me to the end of your mortal existence if only I let you...but of course Darnell I am unreachable beyond your wildest dreams. A beauty you would love to embrace...I've seen the pictures of me you wear on your tights whenever we have 'dated' in the past...and you showed to the world your bedroom...where on the ceiling rests a picture of me...
She suddenly presses her thighs together and sits up to rest on her elbows, her breasts magnificently shown off for the camera as her smile wilts away.
Gabrielle: How...disgusting that was Darnell...getting a glimpse into your bedroom where you lay there night after night now alone...thinking of me as you gaze upon me. That is as close as you will ever get Darnell, that lust you have for me satisfied as you lay in bed alone is all you have for thirty days then you can return to bedding down with your bimbos as you still fantasise of it being me. Your primal desire won't be alone after Mile High when you lay there it wont just be my breasts, my ass, my legs, my full lips or the taste of caramel that you wish to savour but the FWA Championship as well. Your every desire and dream captured in my perfect body Darnell, the opportunity to show to the world that Back In Business IV wasn't a fluke and you can be a great Champion will slip through your fingers as well. You'll still be remembered as an embarrassment and a failure who couldn't handle the pressure of standing atop the world. But still you have in your back pocket an opportunity at any Championship any time you want but when you cash that in Darnell it will be against me and you will fail again.
All your past accomplishments wont change your chances, your forgotten football career or time spent on the athletics track don't matter here Darnell. Then and there you may have been great but here and now it is a completely different story in an entirely different world...MY world Darnell. It matters not what you have done outside of the FWA, your fantasises of me in a cheerleader outfit with you in the lockeroom are just as big of a fantasy as you making up for your rather pathetic reign as World Heavyweight Champion by becoming the FWA Champion at Mile High. Darnell you couldn't even beat Rocky and Drew Jolson at Red, White and Bruised because your tonsils were a little sore. Winning the Mile High Massacre is my divine destiny Darnell...you will just have to live with getting to touch the only woman you can for thirty days...which I know you'll agree is a fitting runner-up prize. You may have given up sex for this shot at eternal glory but I saw the regret in your eyes when we were in the ring last week Darnell, that joy you had as your hands touched my body...when I lay there outside the ring I saw you staring down lustfully upon me. Now you will just have to gaze up at me Darnell with the FWA Championship around my waist and a gorgeous woman on my arm...the two things you want more than anything else in the world right now, but neither one is in your future.
The Divine Siren then lies back down and clutches the flowers back in her hands bringing them up to her face so she can smell their fragrant aroma. She smirks up towards the camera as she brushes the trophies aside with her long smooth legs letting them clatter and clang as they hit the floor. The cameraman backs off at her silent behest giving her space as she sits up and places the chicorys down beside herself on the couch and then gets to her feet, pressing her hands to her ass she ensures her dress still maintains her dignity...though the cameraman is all to happy to watch her pull the purple fabric tight to the curves of her ass. An all too knowing giggle radiates from her being as she begins to saunter further down the plane and take a seat upon one of the chairs, she crosses her legs and places her hands upon her knee, the cameraman admiring the curve of all that exposed caramel before her commanding eyes beckon him closer. Her soft voice breaks the silence as he comes to kneel at her feet and film upwards at her.
Gabrielle: Now for the current Champions future...the self proclaimed best in the world; Rocky Creed who rivals even Darnell in disappointing World Championship reigns. Remember what I told you just a few weeks ago Rocky?
That with your oh so very unspectacular crowning as FWA Champion that you would never be anything but a disappointing one. You have since done nothing but prove my point Rocky...The Great Siege has left you laid out in that ring so often that its just becoming embarrassing and pathetic on both our ends. You beat Darnell who was crippled by his tonsils and the tough opponent that is Drew Jolson and found yourself as the new FWA Champion. Finally after Matt Boudreau had made you his personal whipping boy...it was like watching a Lion toy with a mouse for month after month until it got bored. The now deceased Titan of Wresting played with you and even built up your ego just so he could crush you at your most confident...one...two...three matches in a row. It was Boudreau at his greatest and worst...showing how good he was and making a mockery out of you, but he also...built up that undeserved confidence of yours. Matt Boudreau made you what you are and sadly part of his legacy was making you think you're something special...he had to step aside leaving Darnell and Drew to stand in your way...in hindsight it almost seems like a gift from Matt making up for embarrassing you.
You are cursed to an abysmal Championship reign Rocky it began so pathetically, from the second that you're hand was raised in the air successful and your fans showed their ecstasy at seeing Rocky Creed finally do what he had been given chance after chance to do the enlightened saw it for the farce that it is. Now so do even the unenlightened fools amongst us but you brought it all upon yourself Rocky...you're the one that loudly stated that in your first match after becoming Champion you needed to prove yourself...but of course that did not happen. I put you're shoulders to the mat one, two...three and earned my way into Mile High. Then my good friend who's like a brother to me Zaire made you scream in agony as he tightly locked you in the Open Range before we left you face down in the ring watching my ass as I walked away triumphantly. That must have stung so much Rocky especially after the week before when Bullseye Johnson of all people came out and made a mockery of your celebration...how pathetic Rocky and it hasn't gotten any better for you since.
Her laughter carried by her voice so sweet and from between her lips so full and beautiful is cruel in its intent.
Gabrielle: You just haven't been able to get out of the blocks Rocky, you just cant prove to the world that you're an even remotely credible Champion. Half the time you haven't even bothered to wrestle, on the final stop before Mile High the FWA Champion was auspicious by his absence until the end of the show where you finally...finally stood tall. Over a month later and finally you had a single moment to bask in glory and look like a Champion...I can imagine you were so motivated to do so after all just one week prior you showed again why YOUR Idol Matt Boudreau is better than you when you lost to a...rookie. Or at least that's what you called him Rocky, just a simple rookie completely ignoring all of Chris Kennedy's past accomplishments all around the world and you paid dearly for that. The Astonishing One beat you in the middle of the ring with Andrew there supporting him so the Great Siege could leave you face down in the middle of the ring once again. Now at Mile High ignore Bullseye, Duke and Darnell you have to face Gabrielle; the immortal caramel coated Goddess and Andrew Johnson; the longest reigning Tag Team Champion in history as apart of Aut Pax Aut Bellum. We have both left you laid out over the course of your time atop the world and now you face both of us knowing that it is indeed one of us two that will tear your name from the FWA Championship belt.
Your entire reign can be summed up by being embarrassed, being left face down in the ring and by beating Brandon McGuinness. You're one proof of any dominance, of any semblance of being a worthy Champion was that pitiful victory over a nobody...Shane McLean wouldn't even accept him into his Union. You need to lose your ridiculous status as being the best that the FWA has to offer, that Championship you so arrogantly desecrate with your touch needs someone truly worthy, someone who will carry it with grace, dignity and respect...it needs someone divine. It needs me; Gabrielle to restore it to former glory...and history is on my side in every aspect Rocky. I won the Women's Championship that has since fallen from grace at the very first opportunity I got, just as I did with my first shot at the Tag Team Championships. You see Rocky unlike you I make the most of my every opportunity that I have earned, the FWA Championship will be no different, I have shown my superiority to you at every turn. It matters not what match we meet in Rocky unlike my pathetic ex you cannot beat me. Triple Threats, six person tag matches and most beautifully one on one I have always been the one who walks out triumphant against you it matters not how many people are involved...so Mile High will be no different.
You have reigned as a false Champion as a farce for long enough now all that is but mere moments away from ending, your fall from grace at the hands of an eternal being will be an immortal moment remembered forever as a showing of The Goddesses divinity. One that I will enjoy ever so much Rocky not just to finally become Champion as I have waited for so long or to make you crash back to reality for I will also enjoy punishing you for what you said about my friend Sally. Calling her a “trashy hoe bag” Rocky...really?
And you boys wonder why I prefer the company of women when all of you are so small minded and carelessly disrespectful. You see Rocky me and her are entering a...new stage of our...friendship and neither of us took kindly to what you called her, so I have promised to her and to Zaire to make you pay for it. Just because your own girlfriend little Christina lacks class doesn't mean you can just lump us all in one pile Rocky...its that thinking that saw me having to deal with the likes of Sara Wolf again and again when I should have been given even just one of those countless shots you have had gift wrapped and dropped into your lap. Now that is all over you have to try to stand on your own two feet...the gift wrapped opportunities are a thing of the past for I have I earned one myself and as I said before one is all I need.
She giggles as she leans forward and reaches down at her feet where she grabs what appears to be a gift wrapped in purple paper and tied with a pink ribbon. She sits back in the leather and holds the gift aloft in her hand as she begins to unwrap the bow which soon falls to the floor and leaves the paper to crumple open and reveal nothing inside.
Gabrielle: You see Rocky its empty, you had chance after chance to become the FWA Champion; Carnal Contendership matches, Money in the Bank matches, a series against Matt Boudreau and you failed every time. Just like you have been given chance after chance to prove that you are a worthy Champion but fell flat on your face every time. It is too late now for any easy chances, you've had that against a 'girl' and a 'rookie' already Rocky...no now you lose what you have strived for, for so long and what you have deluded the masses into believing you deserve because it is coming home with The Great Siege!
She uncrosses her legs and runs her hands along her thighs before getting to her feet once more giving an all to brief but unforgettable glance of her lacy underwear as she does. She pets the cameraman on the head before then once more walking further down the plane, the cameraman revelles in her scent and touch as he looks at where she had just sat finally noticing 'Rocky Creed' embroided in the back of this seat though he cant pay attention for long before he follows her scent towards the back of the plane. He has to brush aside a purple velvet curtain embroided in gold with 'The Great Siege' and steps inside what is a private area on the private jet. The vast array of flowers hang upon the walls between every window, the seating consists of a pair of long leather couches embroided with 'Andrew Johnson' and 'The Great Siege', a small table is beside each one where upon them rests a bottle of champagne and several stemware glasses. Gabrielle has already sat down at the end of one of the couches, sitting upon it sideways she rests her feet upon a light blue velvet pillow and holds a glass of the white champagne aloft in her hands. She waves at the cameraman and he comes closer sitting at the other end of the couch where he's greeted with her blowing a kiss to him or perhaps more likely to Andrew.
Gabrielle: Now last but defiantly not least my brother in arms Andrew I cast my attention upon you, one of my greatest rivals and now best and closest of friends. We have both known from the moment that this match was made official that despite any and every other name that was announced it would only ever be between us. We are the only two who have any chance of leaving Dallas as the FWA Champion, any other result would just be an embarrassment not only to us but to our brothers and sister in The Great Siege. But as proud as I would be to call you FWA Champion Andrew I have my heart and my divine being completely set upon claiming this Championship. I wont stab you in the back Andrew that I promise you as a dear friend but when the chance comes for me to win I will have to take it. We've spoken of this before; we'll still be friends inside and outside of the cage but you know I will do anything it takes to win just as I know that you will do everything you can to win...its why I so eagerly joined you Dan, Zaire and Sally. I know how good you are Andy better than anyone else, before we were friends alongside Dan you were one of my most bitter and tenacious rivals...who can ever forget Sinful Sensuality vs. Aut Pax Aut Bellum?
I learnt just how good you are long ago Andrew, you two were the only ones who could ever stop me and my Jenny as we brushed everyone else aside; the Shadowed Angels, boys like Draven and Eliot trying to strip us down to our underwear for the troops or even the great Matt Boudreau alongside Tommy Princeton we were unstoppable...it took the Great Aut Pax Aut Bellum to halt Sinful Sensuality. In turn we were the last team to beat you and Dan before your unprecedented five hundred and thirty two day long undefeated record, even prying the Tag Team Championships that you two so wonderfully represent from your vice like grasp. Unlike so many others Andrew I know and respect how good, how great you are not just as apart of THE greatest tag team of all time but an often ignored singles wrestler in your own right. Ever since Sinful Sensuality walked off into the moonlight you have had free reign over the tag team division...
A cheeky and playful smirk crosses her lips as she winks at the camera and then takes a sip of her expensive champagne before resting the stemware glass in her ample cleavage.
Gabrielle: Domination unprecedented from the moment that you left the ring in Madison Square Garden at Back in Business IV, looking back now even though I was left topless in the ring watching you leave with what was mine earlier in the night...I'm happy to be apart of where it all began for Aut Pax Aut Bellum. The reign that despite what your doubters say will put you in the Hall of Fame, the reign that has seen every tag team of the last several years try desperately but fail to dethrone you. Even the likes of Darnell Porter and James Sync have created ill fated friendships to try, enemies like Rebel and Baphomet have become friends to try, countless other teams have signed with the FWA but it has always ended the same way, with the same result that awaits Devin Golden and Ashley O'Ryan; Andrew Johnson and Dan Ward standing tall, showing the might of the Great Siege. Now you stand alongside me Andy vying for the greatest prize on offer...like I said you are under appreciated when you're in the ring outside of a tag team match, I know how brightly you could shine and I would be nothing but happy for you if you set another record and held two Championships at once...but I will do everything I can to leave Mile High with the FWA Championship around my gorgeous waist. You are good Andrew but I'm better and I have fought harder than anyone else to get where I am now and I will fight harder than everyone else to win.
Its not like you would be left empty handed though Andy, like I've said my victory is a victory for all of us and you will still be apart of Aut Pax Aut Bellum when all is said and done. We the Great Siege have taken control of Fight Night, we have dominated the farce of an FWA Champion week after week and now we will claim it as our greatest prize. I will defend it with honour in the name of the Great Siege making each and every one of us proud as more and more Championship gold finds its way to us. We are going to bring the change that we have promised to the FWA and Mile High is going to be our greatest step towards this, OUR greatest victory in the Siege we have lain upon this company. We aren't ignored anymore...week after week we have shown to the world why we are coming to wield absolute power in the FWA. It has become undeniable how good each and everyone of us are, those misguided and ultimately foolish statements against me, against Aut Pax Aut Bellum and our brothers and sister have grown more and more silent as each day passes. But soon enough all those same people will be in an uproar proclaiming our greatness, shouting from the rooftops that we are everything we have said we are all along...and once again we will do exactly as we have set out to do...bring the FWA Championship to where it belongs...amongst greatness that has passed everybody else by.
Gabrielle swings her legs around and lets them dangle over the edge of the couch and down to the floor, she finishes her glass of champagne and then places it upon the table before getting to her feet. She lightly pats her arse straitening out the hemline of her dress before walking through the velvet curtain with the cameraman in tow as she proceeds further towards the front of the jet, passing all her previous seats. Her hands disappear from view, possibly caressing her breasts as a giggle escapes her lips.
Gabrielle: The ladies man Darnell Porter...the fallen god Duke Drazin...the overachiever Bullseye Johnson...the false Champion Rocky Creed...the great Andrew Johnson...and the Goddess Gabrielle all locked inside a steel cage. All five mortals vie for victory but only one of them has any real chance of besting divinity. This night; Mile High 2010 will be a great night for the Great Siege; The Astonishing One Chris Kennedy will defeat that annoying surfer Nathan Neptune Nowland, The Nigerian Nightmare Jibade Jones will repeat what he did to Anthony on Fight Night last though this time take the Television Championship with him and I...will become FWA Champion. I will improve upon what Jillian De Silva and Moira Crawford have done in the past, I will be an immortal inspiration for women everywhere and a showing of the power of the Great Siege.
She pauses in front of the door to the cockpit and then turns around, so much more of her gorgeous caramel skin revealed as she's unbuttoned the front of her purple dress revealing her mostly sheer white lingerie that fails miserably to hide that tasty complexion of her skin. She lets the dress fall from her body completely and stands there in just her lacy white bra with a 'Captain' broach pinned to her left breast, matching white boy leg panties with a black faux belt along with her black gloves and black stockings leading down to her stilettos. She removes her purple forage cap and leans in close to the cameraman, the skin and full curve of her breasts visible through the sheer material that strategically thickens over her nipples as she places the hat upon his head and then produces a black and white captains hat which she delicately puts upon her head. Her scarf is the last thing to go, revealing a short black tie that yearns to be longer and plunge between those breasts.
Gabrielle: That cute little stewardess outfit may have given the appearance that I'm merely just apart of all this but I am in charge of this moment, I have woven so much of it and set in motion my divine destiny...I WILL leave Mile High as Champion and the FWA will fall to its knees and worship me and embrace the Great Siege's dawn of change for the better.
She giggles and smiles into the camera with her eyes glowing that bright blue before she turns and opens the door, letting the cameraman admire the way her panties much like her bra fail to hide her skin or the curve of her buttocks which sway with her every step before the door swings shut and conceals her. Revealing the golden lettering upon it 'Gabrielle'...before everything fades to a promising darkness blessed by her last words...
Gabrielle: In the Goddesses words there is nothing but truth, in her heart nothing but love, in her mind nothing but desire and forever in her hands nothing but divine ability and the occasional crop...the Goddess will always reign supreme...Gabrielle 1.1
A soft beautiful giggle then silence...