GLOW

[Crimson Cross]

Good storytelling here, I like the intros prior to the matches and a overall cool vibe with the ladies of GLOW...

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The young Titan female smiled as she signed autographs for the three teenage girls whom had waited patiently for her to shower after her work
out.

"Thanks, Naomi, you are way so the coolest!"

"Wow, this is awesome, girls! Man, will the Heather Twins be jealous tomorrow!"

"You are my role model, Naomi. Your courage in the wrestling ring inspires me to do what no one says I can do."

Naomi smiled, remembering her own time as a young teen Titan when a young female wrestler named Kayla Starblast had inspired her. Now, here she was, a popular star on the Titan wrestling scene and doing the same things Kayla did for her.

As she watched the girls disappear from view, she never heard a footstep behind her, and was totally taken by surprise as a strong arm wrapped around her waist. Before she could even counter, a rag soaked in a sickly sweet smelling liquid moved across her face. Within seconds, Naomi's entire was spinning as her limbs went numb, her mind went fuzzy, the night became pitch black and consciousness left her.

*****

"The name is Sexy Missy," the hot young newcomer from Las Vegas announced. "And I'm here to show these girls what sultry really is!"

Deuce laughed as he watched the girl practice giving a promo. "Okay, not bad at all, Missy. But can you back it up in the ring."

"Well, honey, you give me a match and I'll back it up!"

"Well, our next show is booked full but if there is one thing that has always been true about wrestling, it is you don't need a match to make an impact."

Missy grinned and then sashayed her way to Deuce. "Oh, I do love to make an impact!"

Deuce raised an eyebrow, pumped a fist and said "Huzzah!"

*****

"NO! Oh, please no!"

Kayla screamed and crumpled the paper in her hand as tears streamed down her face.

Naomi abducted? How? Why? Who would do such a thing?

Just when everything seemed to be going perfect! Kayla making it to the big time. Naomi taking her spot as the most popular girl on the Titan indy scene.

Kidnapped!

What do I do? Who can I turn to?

Little did she realize that the one person who could help her could also be the same person who could have her end up in the same fate as Naomi Paul.

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(segment submitted by Duce....PM me if you wish to add a segment to the story)


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Vulcia baby stepped onto the sands of the arena. The crowd stomped in unison which rattled the ground. It almost sounded like a herd of elephants were marching in a parade.

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

The faces she could make out in the crowd were all male and they all had the same expression. It was an intense rage. Vulcia wasn't sure if they were mad because she was alien or because she is a woman. She wasn't sure if this was a good reaction or if they were disappointed.

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

Fapka's face was smeared with heavy red makeup. Almost like Aethran war paint and almost like clown's makeup. It was smeared like someone slapped him a few times before it dried on his face. Maybe he slapped himself...

"HHEHEHEHHHHH, MOVE WOMAN MOVE! LOOK STRONG!" Fapka snapped as he playfully put his leg through the bars an pushed her forward with a kick to the backside. Fapka giggled the whole time he pulled out his remote shock activator control. He ran his finger up and down its square shape.

"How about we give her a zap? Aye... Pardis?" Fapka said turning his head around to eye his cohort. Pardis was a lanky tall man. Covered head to toe in stitched black leather. The only exposed body part was his pig like snout which had four nostrils. Pardis snorted in agreement with Fapka.

"STOP!" Said a massive figure in the shadows. Fapka frowned as he saw the 300 pound frame of his master come into the view.

Drystos is a slavemaster and owner of the House of Caliom. In other words he is lanista(Head of the house) of the Calion ludus( house of gladiators and slaves). In other words he is a bad man. Worst of all he isn't Aethran!

"Give me that you, fool!" Drystos snapped as his hand came into view.

"AWWWWWWWWWWWW-ah" Fapka whined. He slunk his shoulders and dropped his head. He stared at the ground and outstretched his arm and held the devise out to his master.

Drystos snatched the devise away from him. "We need her to do well. These are important to the ludus. We must stand well."

"I don't understand, master. Why do we come here once again? This arena has no name. Surely, there is no value in wasting away such valuable specimens like her for these men. The CTA Syndic--"

"Shut it! Listen well, the Aethrans who matter all know of this place. This society is run by its military industrial complex. Everything about this place is dog eat dog when the uniform is not worn. The reason this place has no name is because it does not matter. The only thing that matters is that this unnamed arena will host this years games."

"So, Aethran big wigs will be here? This place is good for credit?" Fapka said still unsure of what was so special about these games.

"The games are exclusive to 12 ludus houses. Four are Aethran, One is officially for Brymstone's "government", and the other seven are up for grabs. The winning ludus will be granted a meeting with the War Minister and a few other favors in Aethran society. The top gladiators in the arena have had a number of different things happen to them over the years. Some will be purchased for a absurd price and either let free, place in a official Aethran military camp for clensing/military use, married off, or dissected for science."

"OH! That does sounds interesting!" Fapka clapped. Pardis snorted in agreement before he was backhanded into the wall by Drystos.

Drystos stepped up to the bars and starred at Vulcia. Would she be the one to enable him and his ludus entry into the games?

Drystos himself looked as if he was wearing red clown makeup but in fact had his face tattooed that way as punishment for a crime he had committed in the past.

"VULCIA! YOU WILL WIN! YOU WILL IMPRESS! OR AT BEST YOU WILL SLEEP TONIGHT IN THE BOX WITH PARDIS!" Drystos yelled with his fist clinched.

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"Chickfighter is climbing to the top. I think she is setting up...look at that! ASS-SAULT! She hit it perfectly. 1...2...3! Chickfighter gets the win!"

The spunky little blond in the pink leotard leaped to her feet, sprung herself over the top rope and down to the floor and ran around the ring,high-fiving the fans at the small Veteran's of Alien Wars Hall in the tiny Cetus town she had travelled to.

Ever since that greedy slimeball Victor Kincaid McMannis had bankrupted SHOCK, the Superheroines Of Crazy Kombat, Chickfighter had spent her wrestling days traveling from one indy show to another.

Oh, to be sure, McMannis would have paid her top dollar to wrestle for him.

But she would rather kill the SOB than ever take a dime from him.

She left the fans cheering and stepped into the corridor leading towards the showers when a familiar face stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Hello, Chicky."

Kayla Starblast leaned against the wall, a nervous smile forming on her lips.

"If McMannis sent you here, Kayla, you really should have known better."

"Are you kidding? He hates your guts for being the one woman he could never buy.If he knew I was here, he'd make sure I never found a job again."

"I never have problems finding work, Kayla."

"Look, Chicky, this isn't about that. This has nothing to do with GLOW or SHOCK. I need help. A friend of mine has been abducted and I need someone I know I can trust."

A half an hour later, Chickfighter and Kayla began to lay out how they can infiltrate an Aethran ludus house.

[orangeman]

Interesting

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Feb 4, 2011 14:23:23 GMT -5 @orangeman said:

Interesting

Thanks for following Neily.

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"Shala say drink water."

Naomi felt her head being lifted and then the water soaked into her parched tongue and dry throat.

"Easy with her Shala. There you go."

Slowly Naomi's world stopped spinning long enough for her to get down the basics: she was being held as a prisoner on CTA-102! Nothing could be worse to a Titan than that.

She was in a holding cell along with Shala of the Jungle and Joi Reno.

No one had ever escaped a lunus house.

"There are three phases to the competiton," Joi explained later as she spoke with Shala and Naomi. "The mistresses of the house competition is the first. Each lunu house sends its mistress into a match. Whenever you see a Brysmtonian face an Aethran or a Cygnusian battle someone from CTA-102. That battle is for house supremacy and planetary bragging rights.

"Then there is slave versus slave bouts. They may put Shala against a slave from another house. These matches are worth points. When a house reaches a certain number of points, they qualify for the Games.

"Finally, there are the matches that they probably have us for. We're the pretty girls that they feed to the mistresses and their favorite champions so their sick fans can take pleasure in our destruction. Except that Shala ruined their night on Brymstone."

"Winged woman with horns beat Shala up. But Shala win match."

"This isn't the Titan Gymnasium, kiddo. Our next stop is Aethra. And I already know that Mistress Markana plans to feed you to an Aethran."

Naomi closed her eyes and smiled. "Then, I'll just have to kick an Aethran's ass."

[duce]

Feb 4, 2011 17:26:00 GMT -5 vx said:

Naomi closed her eyes and smiled. "Then, I'll just have to kick an Aethran's ass."

Cue the Rocky Music!

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(submitted by Duce)

As Vulcia walked along the sands she stepped into the ring center of the arena.

THUMP THUMP THUMP

Vulcia eyes focused upon hearing his voice. The twisted man who has tormented her with constant conditioning and then let her run wild in contests similar to this. Vulcia roared and flexed her muscles as she clinched her fists. She slowly turned around to give Drystos a look that she hoped would kill him.

THUMP THUMP THUMP

On the side lines in another holding cell to Vulcia's right. Was two men. Both men in clerical robes were watching Vulcia closely.

"Bishop, why do they hold such barbaric actions in secret?" The smaller man with a lizard's face asked the larger pigment-less insect like man.

"You may refer to me as J.M. my boy and as for that question well... it is one that may need a thorough explanation. I might add it is only my own interpretation. Through my experience with the Wars, POW, and in pits like these I have become a sort of insider in this facet of Aethran society." JM boasted.

"My apologies J.M. Are we here in official-"

"Now now... let me finish. Aethrans, you know are dominated by the military industrial complex, the military, and its Alpha Male minister/dictator. Females are third class citizens. They have a slave class. They have secret rituals. Men are second class citizens and only the strong and proven are elevated to the elite status through the P system."

"Yes, I am learned in all of these aspects of their tradition and society."

"Now, boy, you know that all successful dictators have to be funded from somewhere. The Aethran War Minister runs the Military but he 99.9% never comes from the military. The military industrial complex is a corporation who runs along side with the Aethran War Minister but are not part of the military. Its almost to say that the Aethran Military is the left and right hands and feet of the Minister and the MIC(military industrial complex) feeds the minister."

"I am not sure where you are going with this J.M."

"Have you ever thought to yourself... 'well who runs the industrial complex?' or 'What happens to the old ministers who don't die but give over their power?' or 'why did it take so long for Aethra to enter into the Galactic Wars?'"

"The War Minister runs that right? The old ones retire. The Galactic War started in 2058 and the Aethran got involved in 2063. I don't see anything wrong."

"HA! Let me tell you something boy. If there is a real conflict the Aethran will find a way to be involved. Five years is an eternity for these...(JM looks around cautiously) warriors... who are addicted to war. The War Minister doesn't run the MIC. They need someone competent in strategy and with a sense of business. That is all I will say about that here."

"Is that what this is all about!?"

"You are starting to catch on, boy!" J.M. leaned in close and whispered "If you think the Aethran did Davvros by mistake or that the UFSP had nothing to do with getting Cygnus and Earth to go after each others throats you are not seeing the whole picture."

"What can you say here about us? The people of Cygnus?"

"Well, the UFSP benefited hugely from bringing all the governments of Earth and Cygnus together in one world government or one kiloparsec government in our case. The Galactic Wars were not one government versus another or even race versus race. It was one against people all across the galaxy by the elite." J.M. smiled his white worm flesh were featureless except for his mouth full of pointy teeth and the eye stocks.

"Could you explain what we gain from participating in this?"

"Everything on Aethra and nothing anywhere else."

"I think I understand now." The acolyte looked at Vulcia fuming in the middle of the ring. He looked to the ground as her opponent walked the sands to the ring and sighed.

"Don't feel bad for them. Surely, they would all be put to death. At least now they have a chance." J.M. said as he placed his hand on the Acolyte's back.

"Why do they place them here and what do they gain from all of this?"

"The Aethran's firmly believe in genetics to the point of eugenics."

"Barbarism!"

"It truly is. How can a protein really make you this or that? Sure, we all know it brings up the likelihood of something happening up percentage wise but it really has to do with environment."

"Children are not born blind but place them in darkness for years and they will become blind regardless of genes"

"Yes, they do not understand that the concept of "bad genes" is a farce. I believe those monkeys on Earth still believe in such things."

"Are they truly that stupid?"

"Of course and they will believe its because they have 'bad genes' not because they live in poverty and believe everything their government tells them."

"Its a shame we couldn't share our cultures a different way."

"Back to Aethrans... many 1st class citizens of Aethran look to games such as these to find a mate."

"Really?"

"REALLY. They think their superior genes mixed with a champions genes will make an ultimate offspring that will bring honor, wealth, and dignity to their house."

"Does this make us... pimps?"

"No... my boy... this is one of many outcomes for the women brought here. But it is a likely one. They could be entered in an official program to become part of the government's wrestling team. They could be set free. There are many other outcomes then plain old death. You shall see. This will be an experience like no other." The Bishop said.

Vulcia knocked her foe unconscious and The Bishop's stocks rattled a bit at the thought of losing the games. "They shall witness our ludus my boy! Our women will flay the competition! We have earn great honor and we will pettle our wares."

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"Hello, Las Vegas, Nevada and welcome to Babes of Sultry Combat! We have the hottest, sexiest, prettiest ladies in the wrestling industry and they really know how to please their audience! So, let's give it up for these ladies!"

The fans cheered loudly as several of the women on the roster made their way out and gave the men some special attentions. Lap dances and other teasings commenced as Deuce watched in in amusement.

"Gee, no wonder they don't take your girls serious, Lindsay."

"We have to do this in order to not breach our contract with the Bellagio."

"I see, well, let's what these girls can do in the ring."

LEAH JANE VS KATHY BEAM
They say a good big girl can always beat a good small girl. Well, neither of these girls was very good but the small girl was better and wins it with UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL.
WINNER OF THE MATCH: LEAH JANE

"Jobber tag team, Lindsay. That's all those two girls should be."

JINGLE BELLE VS DESTINY STARR
"Really, Deuce? This is one of your finds? Jingle Belle? Christmas was over a month and a half ago."
"She's from the North Pole. What can I do?"
Popular BSC mainstay Destiny Starr had the fans behind her but Jingle won them over with a comeback win, using JINGLE BELLE ROCK to get the win.
WINNER OF THE MATCH: JINGLE BELLE

"They should also look at wrestling in tag matches. Not with each other, though. We should find partners for them. In fact, Victor has offered..."

"I do not want to be some kind of developmental territory for McMannis! Is that clear?"

PRINCESS BARBELLA VS PENNY CANDY
Peny Candy is another popular mainstay to BSC and she gets the win with the LICORICE WHIP
WINNER OF THE MATCH: PENNY CANDY

"Oh, you are going to love this girl, Lindsay. She is going to be a huge draw for BSC."

"Yes she is. More than you know."

Sexy Missy comes out and slides along into several laps before making her way to the ring. A cameraman follows her close by.

"My name is Sexy Missy and I am here to bring the Sultry to Babes of Sultry City! I guarantee I will make an impact and I Ungh!"

"What the hell? That camerman just smacked Missy in the head with that camera. Wait, that's not a camerman! It's ...."

"Barbi Blaze, Deuce! The girl whom will make a huge impact in BSC!"

"You! You set this up!"

"That's what you get for trying to push talent just because they are willing to do backstage favors for you!"

The fans chant "Jungle Jean! Jungle Jean! Jungle Jean!" as Barbi picks up the stunned Missy and delivers the HOLLYWOOD DROP. Missy is laid out cold as Barbi leaves the ring and kisses fans at ringside.

BSC TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
MODELS INC VS RUNWAY MODELS
Victor was wrong about these girls. They could put on a match. Pin saves. Defensive tags. Three times, the Runway Models looked like they would get the gold only to fall short once again in a match that left the fans applauding all four women when it was over. Casey James had pinned Ashley Renee following the CATWALK SLAM.
WINNERS OF THE MATCH AND STILL BSC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: MODELS, INC

BSC TITLE MATCH
DESTINE(C) VS NIGHTEN GAIL
A disppointing match. Nighten Gail falls from the ring and hurts her neck and Destine takes advantage and wins with arm trap neckbreaker.
WINNER OF THE MATCH AND STILL BSC CHAMPION: DESTIME

As the fans file out and the girls all head home, Deuce makes a conference call to Victor Kincaid McMannis. "There are a couple of possibilities here, Victor. Models Inc and Destine, if they are willing to leave their titles behind. Yeah, send her down. I think I have a place for her."

The fans are going to love the Belles. Jingle and Liberty. Wonder if I can find a Southern to go with them....