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Date Posted: 23:30:16 01/14/02 Mon
Author: Crisis's Partner/Mystery Woman
Subject: There's a new girl in town... (Caprice, Charlie, Crisis)


###You’ve just finished watching the enticing promotional video of Caprice DeLioncourte as your screen goes to static. You begin to flip through the channels looking for something else to watch, but each channel displays only a black screen. After flipping through all of the channels you come back to where you had begun. The screen is no longer static, but children can be viewed ice skating on what is apparent to be an iced over lake. Cloud cover is partial, as the sun is able to shine its rays down upon the earth below. You find yourself feeling a bit warm, just watching, thinking it might be the start of some television show or a movie. As the scene pans around, you find yourself watching smaller children playing in the snow. Without any warning, the scene cuts over to the ice again as a woman can be seen skating towards the camera. It’s impossible to know who she is as she is wearing winter clothing, covering her entire body, as well as a cap and a scarf wrapped around her neck. Most of her face is covered except her mouth, nose and eyes. Even still, it’s not possible to make out who she is. She skates over, putting on her breaks as you watch in delight as she slowly turns around. Her sexual beauty is highly visible as her clothes fit her body perfectly. Not super tight, but just enough for her full figure to be shown.###


###Beauty undefined. That’s what you see. The complete opposite of what Caprice or Charlie would like you to think, even though some of you may have thought that way. You finally realize who this woman is. She’s the mystery woman who mentioned the sacred name of “Caprice:” You watch on as she looks towards the camera, fixing her cap, pushing her brownish hair back under it, keeping her bangs out of her eyes. Hiding her natural beauty she skates around some more, allowing you to watch her move flawlessly. With grace she comes to a stop, waiting for a moment’s time. You watch on. Most of you can’t help but keep your eyes glued onto the set, as others care not, because you have no faith in this woman. You have no faith in her because you have only Caprice in action and not this beauty. A beauty that knows what she says, thinks before speaking and in the end will back up anything and everything she has to say. She stands there, remaining ever so innocent looking, but you realize she isn’t as innocent as her school girl appearance suggests. Watching her, you seem to get a strange feeling. Perhaps you find her attractive for what you can see. Maybe you think she’s just a dirty wh*re. Whatever it is you think, what matters is what she thinks and what she knows. You watch her closely as her lips part.###


Mystery Woman: Did I ever doubt your abilities Caprice? Or should I say the former Pussy Galore? The same Pussy Galore that has been beating on men and women her entire GWA career, dating back to when you first stepped foot inside a GWA ring. If you did the math Caprice, you’d come to find out that every single person you’ve beaten, they were nothing more than your personal b!tches, correct? From Scarlet to the Samoan Mafia to Azul to FRICKIN’ to Jim “The Icon” Daher! Caprice, just because I may have never wrestled you, doesn’t mean I don’t know you. I’ve watched you since that W.A.V.E. b!tch Terry Dikenhorst. Seeing as you were/are connected to her, then that sure explains a lot about you. The fact that you aren’t willing to tease a man to get your way, but instead be the bloody b!tch you are and beat the shit out of him instead. I’m sure you’ve had plenty of dates with men, but then again with the fact you like to rip them apart, you’re just another bisexual slut like Stephanie Conner turned into.


###She skates in a complete circle, stopping, and then smiling as she looked into the camera. Some of you become mesmerized by her eyes and her smile, while others of you continue to watch on.###


MW: Of course, I don’t want anyone taking my assumption about Caprice seriously. Until there is actual evidence no one will truly know of her sexual preference. After all, she once was a follower of a woman with Dike in her name. Then again you did lose to two morons by the name of Tony Torture and Goliath. Simple GWA jobbers. How much more of the past shall I bring up? You may be the top Sheila in the GWA now, but as far as the history goes, you’ll always be second rate. As for me, I don’t care what I’m classified as. Just as long as I get the chance to have you make my ass famous. That is, if you’re as good as your bad ass Aussie attitude makes you out to be. Yes, you are a bad ass Caprice. You are a down right b!tch and you are proud of that. I’m glad we agree on something. Do you want me to get on my knees inside of that ring when I enter the ring on Wednesday? Do you want me to bow before the Queen B!tch of the GWA? Just because you walk around beating up on people, it doesn’t make you the Queen of anything…


###She begins to skate away, but stops. Turning her head she smiles deviously as you anticipate the next words to come out of her mouth.###


MW: Then again, you claim to call the shots. I guess I should just shut up like you’d like me to do and listen to what you say, but guess what Sheila?


###She turns fully around, laughing in a mocking manner to Caprice DeLioncourte. That laughter fades shortly after as her face grows serious.###


MW: I call my own shots!


###A huge smile appears on her face as she pauses for a few moments, allowing you to think about whatever it is you choose to think about. She expects some of you to not pay attention and for others to closely watch on as she continues.###


MW: You know, I really wish you wouldn’t speak in such a subtle tone. What the hell do you mean by “You can come here and talk all the sodding rubbish you want… but until you prove the point to me… you're nothing but another mark looking to get your ass noticed by flapping your bleeding gums and shaking your ass for attention.”?


###A momentary pause as she ponders the sodden rubbish Caprice Delioncourte and Charlie Dream have spit out as well. You watch on as she briefly smiles.###


MW: So I gave the men watching a little show, was I doing it for attention? Hell no! Now, if you want to talk about someone flapping his or her bleeding gums, why don’t you take a look at a chicken-banging jackass by the name of Charlie Dream! What in the name of Christ was that retard talking about the entire time? It’s obvious he has a thing for Sianna Kane, but why the hell waste time talking about lost love when he should be focusing on the task at hand? Tell me, how is it possible for a man, reminiscing on the past, to be focused one hundred percent? Can you rely on such a man? Can you be so sure your b!tch will be with you one hundred percent? What if he were to, say, screw you over?


###A small laugh is heard as you watch her skate away. She skates in a full circle, flawless, as she then skates over to the edge of the ice, stepping onto the snow and carefully sitting upon a bench. She sat there and smirked. You watch on, waiting for her to move on.###


MW: Reina Saiaki is the past, you are correct there Einstein. The mere mention was just a comparison, nothing more. Yet you seemingly bring mention to her far more than all intents and purposes. She’s a figure of the past. A shadow, you could say, lurking someplace where no one knows of her existence. Of course, you don’t care, do you? You don’t care about much, except yourself and the gold you can manage to collect before losing it by pure mishap. Of course, if Goliath can beat you, who can’t? But aside from that, you’ve beaten just about everyone that stood in your way and for that I applaud you.


###You watch as she claps her hands together several times. She lets out a laugh and then smiles at the camera.###


MW: Before I go hanging my “Black Rose” posters up, I just wanted to make my point. You are no Reina Saiaki and you’ll never be as great or even greater then her, nor will I. Then again, maybe you will. If anyone took the time to notice, you are beginning to take the same path she did. And you are starting to act more and more like her in the ring and out of it. Take a look at GWA’s hall of fame. What’s that you see? You’re not in there and Reina is? I thought so…


###A small smile appears and shortly fades a moment later. Watching her, you can’t help but wonder where she is going with this promo of hers. She reaches over to the end of the bench and grabs a pair of white snowshoes. She slowly bends over and begins to untie one of her skates. Upon untying it, she removes it and crosses her leg over her as she sets the skate aside and picking up the proper boot and placing it on her foot, in place of the skate. You wait for her continuation.###


MW: You obviously seem to be content on winning this match and for that I commend you, but you have to realize that I don’t want to be like Reina Saiaki and I sure as hell don’t want to be like you! I’m all fine and dandy being the b!tch I am, thank you very much!


###A mocking laughter escapes as she uncrosses her legs and reaches down to untie the other skate. Removing it, she sets it aside as she places the other boot on it in the same manner as she did the other. You watch on, noticing how beautiful she really is. She finishes and then stands up as her eyes look into the camera as a faint smirk appears.###


MW: Why start with the appetizer when I rather have the main course? Azul isn’t worth my time. Azul is just like Porciá Raventhorne, just another b!tch who’ll get her ass handed to her in the end. So why slam the bloody hell out of someone that you’ve already proven slamable when I could just take my chances with you? Better yet, why don’t I take my chances this Wednesday and make myself famous as I b!tch slap your ass back into your psychotic b!tch persona. Wait, I don’t think it’s possible to tell the old you from the new you anymore. Well, I guess that happens when you can’t dive into a pool properly, huh? Perhaps that’s why you’re such a b!tch? It would explain why you’re such a coldhearted, face slamming, pavement crashing, can’t do sh!t under pressure because you’ll only slip up and fall on your own damn face WH*RE!


###Her words become intense as her face seems to become emotion free. Her smirk fades away, and her eyes shrink as she stares deeply into the camera, as if she were look into another’s eyes and steal his or her soul.###


MW: You admit to being the b!tch you are, but you don’t admit to being the worn out cunt you appear to be each and every time you speak. Instead of worrying about how much I talk, why not worry about what may or may not happen inside of that ring? Why not worry about your own sodden rubbish? Why not worry about you, here’s a shocker for you, getting your ass kicked by me! I’m sure that isn’t fathomable to you, is it? No, you see yourself as some dominant b!tch in some kinky ass way, in which I don’t really give two sh!ts about!


###You watch her as she grabs her skates and begins to walk away from the bench and away from the ice. She pauses and turns back around and out of the blue continues on.###


MW: Why take the easy way in when I can just hide my face until Wednesday? What is the fun in that? What’s the fun in allowing you to have the privilege of studying me if you even gave a damn? Trust me “Sheila”, your Aussie b!tch ass won’t know what hit you on Wednesday. Let me put it this way, you beat Jim Daher with the aid of Charlie Dream for that Falconer title. Now, tell me this: Who hasn’t beaten Jim Daher before? I see you as pathetic for having Dream help you, but of course what use is that man when all he seems to care about is kicking ass and trying to get with Sianna Kane? It’s just a shame he’ll end up beating his own ass because he doesn’t seem to care one bit about Crisis or myself. Then again, what do you care?


###And what did this mystery woman care? You continue to watch on, unable to change the channel, in fear of missing that single comment that would make this entire promo worth watching. Then there are some of you who are just plain bored and there is nothing else on TV, so you decided to watch a beautiful woman talk smack on her opponents. Either way, you watch on as she continues her piece.###


MW: I didn’t know this was your GWA. I guess it was wrong of me to say the things I said about you because this is your GWA and not Steven Fury’s. Well, too bloody FRICKIN’ bad b!tch. Do you really want to underestimate my capabilities prematurely? Charlie Dream means nothing. Crisis means nothing. So you are right, it is about us. It’s about us because what do men know? And what do you know?


###No laughter, no emotion, just a cold, yet serious stare.###


MW: Laugh all you want. Make all the jokes you want, but when it all comes down to it, I hid my face, not behind a mask, but by the darkness. Not because I lack the physical beauty of a woman, someone like yourself wishes you had, but because I wish to remain anonymous until the bout. Hence the term “Mystery Partner” douche bag! I’m glad you know whom the hell you are, do you think I care if you know who you are? I said that I wouldn’t waste my time with who I am. You will find out soon enough. Whether you care or not, you’ll find out. And when you do I just hope your cold heart starts to give a damn. In a literal sense, I know you don’t give a flying monkey’s sh!t about who I am. It’s that flying monkey’s sh!t, which you’ll be eating once I get my hands on you, b!tch!


###Calmness replaces her rage. As she begins to walk some more, you watch on. You can help but wonder what it is about her that makes her seem so familiar, but yet not. She stops and slowly turns around. After a few breaths and a short sigh you continue watching as she begins to speak once again.###


MW: You can name off anyone you’d like, but it’ll be no use. I know you don’t care who I am, but I feel you should. I feel you should because I would hate to see you lying on your back, face up, with someone else on top. I know it’s not like your usual dominant position, but it’s something you’ll need to get used to, because I refuse to let a wench like you call the GWA, yours. What did you ever do for the GWA, aside from being a b!tch in it? Not much, because you came barging into the GWA after over a yearlong absence and instantly took claim to the Valkyrie title, a belt you were screwed out of long ago. Tell me, what’s the big deal? Why does it matter to hold a belt? Yes, being a champion could be a great thing, but in the end you’ll eventually lose it. You lost the Valkyrie title and you’ll soon lose that Falconer title. It’s just a matter of time pussycat…


###There’s that smile again, that ever so luscious and flamboyant smile of hers. You can’t help but find this mysterious female attractive with her innocent angelic like appearance. Even still, after seeing her talk for the past ten minutes or so, you are still interested in what she has to say, even if some of you may not like what she has to say.###


MW: I can’t help but wonder if you really are an Aussie b!tch or if it’s all just an act. Your accent is so believable, just like Charlie Dream having actual wrestling talent is believable. I don’t speak with an accent, so I know people will understand what I’m talking about. I don’t use Aussie slang, so I know people will know what the hell I’m saying. Unlike you, the Queen B!tch of the GWA, I don’t rank myself. I don’t care where I float in the sea of GWA talent, but if I get a shot at someone on top of their game, then damn it I’m taking that opportunity and I’m going to grab that brass bar that hangs above me! There’s not a damned thing you or your b!tch of a partner can do about that because this is something I’ve been waiting for, for a very long time…


###Silence filters through the air as she pauses. Still remaining a mystery to you, you continue to watch, interested in who she is and if she’s capable of doing what she claims she can.###


MW: You know something… You’re right. Everything we say, it’s only talk. It may be just talk, but don’t think for one second I’m some pansy ass slut wanting to show my body off. Then again, I hope you think that. I hope you prepare to face someone like Azul instead of someone, much like yourself. Wouldn’t that be a shame if I turned out to be another you? Hold that thought, I don’t think I’d want to be you.


###A faint smile as she quickly smirks at the camera.###


MW: How little you understand me…


###Turning away, she walks in the direction she was heading. After a few more steps, she once again stops and turns around. It is almost as if she is teasing you, but walking away every so often, allowing you to get a complete view of her ever so beautiful body wrapped warmly in her winter clothing.###


MW: Do you honestly think you will be able to destroy me? Do you think I’m that easy to beat? Honey, you have no idea what you’re saying. All of that anger inside of you is just making you say things. At least, I hope that’s the reasoning for the words you speak, because if not you are seriously one screwed up b!tch! Then again, perhaps I’ll just have to prove myself to you. When it’s all said and done, when I’m done kicking your ass all over that ring. From ring post to ring post to ring post to FRICKIN’ RING POST, I’ll beat your ass some more! Then you can go crawling back to your master so she can lick your wounds Pussy…


###A momentary pause.###


MW: Cat…


###She laughs as that beautiful smile grows brighter.###


MW: I see my comment about you being bisexual is definitely true. Seeing as you like to have ten-cent whores around you and the simple fact you probably have done things behind the scene with Vixxxen, or should I say Alex Kane? Tell me, did you ever do anything with Sianna Kane? I’m sure Charlie would love to know about your sexual escapades with her. Maybe you could even give him some tips on what she likes and doesn’t like? How about with… Hmm, let me think… Alicia Sinn?


###That smile grows with the mention of that name. After a moment of silence she continues on.###


MW: Now, I don’t think my biggest mistake was mentioning your name. No, my biggest mistake was telling your b!tch ass that you won’t beat me, you can’t beat me and in the end, one way or another, I’ll be the one standing over your bloody carcass or that twit Charlie Dream’s carcass! Whatever is left after Crisis and I finish beating the living crap out of you two.


###Her smile fades as you watch her turn away. She remains still with her back to the camera. She doesn’t attempt to tease or taunt you, but stands as if she were a statue. After the short pause she turns back around with that same cold, yet serious stare as before.###


MW: Do you see me taunting now? Do you see me showing my body exotically for all to see? Hell no you don’t! My actions have served their purpose. Wednesday we shall see who means business and who…


###She stops in mid sentence, rethinking what she was going to say as to not go about in a circle repeating things she had already spoken about.###


MW: Well, we’ll just see how selfish you really are as you attempt to pull the victory off. You’ll find out that I just might be more than you bargained before, as you see, I’m not the same person I was a year ago. I’m not the same person I even was yesterday. I’m just another woman, much like your self, looking to make something of her self. And a wh*re is not one of those things…


###She smirks, in a mocking manner.###


MW: You want to make me your b!tch? I’d like to see you try. Just remember that you’re the Queen B!tch and you’ll forever have that title as for I, I am going to make a name for myself by pinning your PMSing ass inside of that ring this Wednesday. See you then Sheila


###She pauses after mocking Caprice once again. She then smiles as she turns and begins walking, stopping only a few steps later to turn around as if she had forgotten to say something.###


MW: As for you Charlie, let’s see what type of man you really are… You know, looks are deceiving, but I’m sure you’re a smart enough ass to comment on that with unoriginal, stupid comments that even the dumbest of people could come up with. Then again, forget the talk. You aren’t important, you’re just a toy and you will be broken. Don’t think I didn’t pay attention to End of Innocence, because from what I saw, you could have kept your male hormones in the back and out of the ring. So don’t make excuses for your own male stupidity, and for that you’re just another c*m guzzling, goat cramming, horse ramming, d!ckless twit!


###She laughs to herself as you try to hide your laughter, but most of you can’t as those of you who are Dream fans find her remarks degrading. That is exactly what she wants from you.###


MW: Now that I’m finished talking, I’ll let the two of you figure out who is going to be whose b!tch! Wednesday, you’re asses will be kicked and the both of you will find out what it’s like to be beaten by the new girl in town…


###And with that, the mysterious beauty turns away and walks off as the scene fades out, leaving you watching a black screen only to ponder what will happen at Wednesday Insurrection when Caprice DeLioncourte and Charlie Dream enter the ring with Crisis and this mysterious woman…###

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