Obscurity vs. Darkness

[Xanadu Circle]

Xanadu Circle RP #1
(VS. Victorious Secret)
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A fashion show is in progress as numerous B-List celebrities cheer on the runway models from the front row. We see forgettable faces, such as McKelly Cockskin and Wiwona Rider applauding the senseless walk of women in lingerie, while has-beens like Koby Teeth and Alex Boldwing are just commenting to each other how hot these girls are.

The audience is slightly put off when the next model who walks out looks sort of different.



She does her little strut on the catwalk, just as the musical stylings of Too Sexy command her to, then walks to the back receiving applause.



The next girl to come out gets a similar reaction, but now the audience is less entertained and more confused.



The next girl out from behind the curtains just so happens to be the promethean pythoness, Noa Kanon. The expectators are in shock, but at the same time everything else seems to make sense. Noa Kanon stands at the end of the catwalk with a grin on her face.

NOA KANON:
"Welcome to the uncovering, the hovering deceit. You people drool over these fools until it creates a pool under your very feet. These Victorious Secret models are notorious for seeking follows, and likes, to their delight, on Twitter and Instagram alike. But we've entered the center stage in the event with a scent of rage and spent not a second's wage on the registers of their pain. This Monday, the Temptress and I face a pair of inglorious rejects. A joke more laughable than the monstimals, known as Victorious Secret."

Tempest Razum now struts out from the back, taking the runway like a pro. The crowd is confused as hell but they are still looking on. Tempest comes and poses next to Noa, does a turn, slaps her own butt, then faces forward again with a smile.

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"We just want you victoria secret followers to understand this one thing... We ain't going out there to show these faggots any respect... Yes I said faggots, I know lots of people out there want to get offended by this shit, but chill the fuck out, this isn't ABOUT you. George Pooney and Tommy Salami are professional wrestlers, and before that they were professional porn stars... So it is safe to say they are used to taking a good pounding, so I'm sure a little verbal S&M ain't gonna hurt em. Bottom line, if you can take dick then you sure as hell can handle some name calling, so ease up and unclench those cheeks... Let's get past the foreplay here and send these boys a little message, shall we?"

Noa Kanon laughs and leaps off the stage, on to the crowd. She lands on Shyguy Lowbuff and starts gnawing away at his face. When the blood squirts from his nose and lands on Farti Pee, everyone freaks out and starts running.

Tempest Razum pulls a whip from behind her on some Castlevania shit and starts directing traffic, cracking the whip at random people who are trying to run. Suddenly a black actor steps up and stares at Tempest, causing her to lower the whip slowly.

FORDUS WITHACAR:
"Now you listen to me you curvaceous cunt. We didn't spend four hunnit years a slave for this. Now you put the whip down or there will be consequences and reprocussions!"

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"You're talking to me but you're looking around, the fucks wrong with you?"

FORDUS WITHACAR:
"I got a lazy eye but that's not Cho bizness!"

Tempest laughs and swings the whip at his face, cracking it right in his eye. Blood gushes from the man's face and he runs off. A few seconds pass by and most attendants have left, while some are left laying on the ground. Noa Kanon approaches Tempest Razum while dragging the body of Postpone Myloan and dropping it before speaking.

NOA KANON:
"My oh my, Temptress, you brought me for this? What a soft bunch... This wasn't a feast, it was like having water for lunch."

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"Get used to it, Noa... From what I hear, the WCF Tag Team division isn't that much more challenging than this. They've had pure garbage these last few months. It was to the point in which the Top Tag Team of 2018 isn't even around any more... Much less the tag team titles, which apparently were defamed and miscarried so horribly that they had to retire them. And now we come in, thinking it's dinner time, but no... We have to face a couple of goons right out of the Victoria Secret catalogue."

Tempest now rolls up her whip and puts it back behind her. The two begin to walk through the empty seats in the crowd.

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"It's funny, but so true. You have one good tag team in this division, and they actually formed like two weeks ago. Doesn't say much for the other tag teams if they had to form just to make the division worth anything. But they are standing at the top right now, then a there's whole bunch of bird shit and cannon fodder under them, which is basically your monstimals and your superkicks... But even further under all that filler you have the inglorious rejects. Almost makes you feel bad for the top team, seeing as not another single tag team that could stand against them... But that's where you and I come in, Noa... We will make this division fun again."

NOA KANON:
"You mean we'll do that which was never done. Be honest, Temptress, was it ever fun?"

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"Not really. I suppose once upon a time, even the tag titles meant something. But those were different times. You and I were not fortunate enough to be around back then. We ended up being summoned now... After all relevant competition has died down and what's left is the scraps."

Noa Kanon looks around at the almost too literal scraps of broken chairs and passed out people. In her eyes these fallen people represent the very definition of WCF's current tag team division, in par with what Tempest just described.

NOA KANON:
"But it would have been nice, since you and i are cold as ice, to face more than just a sea of moles and mice."

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"It would have been nice, yes. Maybe one of those other teams was good enough to make this fun. Unlike Victorious Secret. Rumor has it they've been around for a whole year, yet they've never won a single match."

NOA KANON:
"Won or fought? For one, I thought that this was their debut, much like me and you."

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"I don't even know, but it doesn't matter does it? By the time their match against us is over, the sound of the bell will take a toll on them... But first things first..."

By now they have walked out of the hall they were in and are nearing the exit of the building. Tempest Razum looks straight at the camera and stops walking.

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"Tommy and George... You two have been placed in the worst possible spot anyone can be placed in: dead smack in the middle of the Circle's gateways. We are coming out the wood work and running through whatever and whomever stands in our way. You have got to be the least lucky folks on this damn roster, to be fed to a pair of hungry ass bitches like myself and the pythoness Noa. Now, that's not to say we don't like you; we don't know enough about you to not like you. The only thing we know that Pooney takes Salami up the ass all the time while Squirt films it. But that doesn't make you any different from any other tag team here. We've seen how Rabid and Speede look at each other, and I'm sure Bonnie has felt left out at least once or twice during those alleged threesomes. Odin and Alex definitely rub dicks, but at least they hide it well. Then you have those masked guys who are actually married, so no... You're not special... Being gay doesn't exempt you from the ass whopping we are going to give you. Now, I know Monday night slam is also another name for your weekly all male orgy sessions, but this coming Monday there is a different kind of slam that will be taking place... It will be the balls of divine justice slamming against the ass of Victorious Secret, as you realize that even though you left the porn industry, you boys are not done getting fucked. I've got a lubed up can of whoop ass that I'm ready to shove up both your asses and I am not even trying to open it."

NOA KANON:
"Oh yes, you fuck boys aren't even the gayest, so trust me when I say this; if you two ever decide to leave your ways, we can reform addicts, just summon Agatha to your home and prepare to be reformatted. Instead of staying in the closet, watching the clock tick crying cause you can't pause it, you can get your heads on straight and use your soul as a deposit. But in the mean time, we can streamline your descension, make your way to the ring on Monday for an unforgettable lesson. Tempest and I would be happy to teach you. Once we meet you and greet you we'll defeat you, beat you, and eat you!"

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"Stop it Noa, no one is eating anyone... Boys what she meant to say is that we will devour your souls in that ring. We have been biding our time and waiting for the completion of the circle, just so that we can face some challenging competitors here, but you'll have to do for now. Had we been around during the time you two goofs signed your wcf contracts, you wouldn't have been around today. You've only ducked competition and hid behind curtains this whole time. But we don't play that shit. We will hunt you down and peel you where you sleep if we have to. You will find out just why us being around back then would have changed the entire landscape of this division. We’d still have Tag Champship titles and they would be around OUR waist as the longest reigning tag Champs in the company's history. The two of you would be unknown names still watching the fucking show from the cum stained couch in your mother's basement. There wouldn't be forced teams and part timers, and there sure as hell wouldn't be no damn couples tag, so you two and those other pointless pricks would be long gone."

At that point, the doors to exit the building open up. Agatha is at the other side of the door with a grin on her face.

AGATHA:
"You two crazy bitches never seize to crack me up... Let me guess, Tempest, since you're fighting Victorious Secret, you decided it'd be a good idea to cut your promo during a victoria secret show... And of course, Noa, I can only assume it became a bloody murder scene thanks to you. Does that about cover it?"

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"Pretty much... Except the only victorious secret the WCF needs is nice and warm between these thighs."

Agatha chuckles and shakes her head. She begins walking away and gets into the drivers seat of a pick up truck. Noa Kanon gets in through the passenger door and scoots into the middle as Tempest hops in after her and closes the door.

The lights turn on the the o viously old diesel engine revs up. Agatha begins driving.

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"Nice ride, Agatha. Couldn't find a shittier one?"

NOA KANON:
"And I must ask why? With these rusted lines and busted sides, I'd rather trust a lie of lust for my personalized Mustache Ride."

Tempest and Agatha both laugh. Agatha takes a deep breath and speaks with a smile.

AGATHA:
"Well, Mustache rides are fucking bomb, I'll give you that. But trust me, you do NOT want one from Tommy Salami. The dude has sucked so many assholes dry with that mouth, the inside of his mouth probably looks like a the back of a bullfrog by now. I'm pretty sure the guy has permanent pink eye at this point. So many unidentified diseases running through that kid, it's a fucking circus for viruses."

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"Well I ain't sucking no ass, but I sure as hell understand those boys. Who can live without the dick, you know? If I was a man, I'd probably become a fag too. Can you even picture a life without some good deep dickin' every now and then? Shit, I'd kill myself. I don't know HOW Noble does it. Bitch still a virgin after all these years, and not for a lack of offering, because dudes are constantly trying to stuff her muffin."

AGATHA:
"Victorious Secret ain't special, but Noble sure is. She can abstain, but they can't. Their lust for the D is stronger than even yours is, Tempest. And, I mean, it kinda sucks that your first match has to be against them. Your powers of seduction won't help you here. These guys are super hero Gay. Not even thread of straight is in either one of them."

NOA KANON:
"They might be immune to our tactics, yes, but their methods will also have no effects. They utilize sex to freak out their straight opponents, but the Temptress and I literally live for those moments."

Agatha curls her lips and nods in agreement, Tempest shrugs her shoulders with a closed-eye smile.

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"Good point. I might not get to tempt them, but they also won't get any mind games out of touching our crotches or trying to lick us. Hell, if anything my badge could use a little buffing anyhow..."

Suddenly the ride stops. Agatha pulls the gear shift into park and turns off the headlights. The loud ass engine quiets down when she pulls out the key from the ignition.

AGATHA:
"Alright... This is were I planned you to cut your promo. But seeing as you already blew your load all over that runway model bullshit, I don't know how much more promo you got left to cut."

NOA KANON:
"The Baxter Arena? This is where our match is. But our match isn't until tomorrow, we're early, it's backwards."

AGATHA:
"I've been watching WCF promos since Lady Abernathy joined and I've noticed there aren't enough promos taking place within the wrestling ring. It's almost as if half of these fucks have forgotten that they are in fact pro wrestlers and that these are wrestling shows. So, for you two I figured I'd bring you up to a higher standard. Let these bastards know that you are here to WRESTLE - not tell bed time stories."

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"Sounds good enough to me. Let's do it!"

Tempest exits the pickup and Noa quickly follows. The two of them make their way in to the arena and past security. They are in the backstage area, which is eerie and quiet at this point. Not a single soul is inside the building as the two smile at each other and calmly walk to the gorilla position and past the curtains.

The beginning vocals of "The Omega Circle" by Candlemass begins to play:

"I had a dream last night. A vision. A prelude/
Outside my body, I was free to do/
All things under the sun, and every thing I want/
My head awakened clear, for everybody to hear/
And like the brightest day... It fades away..."

The lights now glow a vibrant orange and random flashes that imitate thunder as the full song kicks in. We see that there are hundreds - maybe thousands- of women sitting in the crowd, all cloaked with hooded robes taking the place of what would normally be paying fans, filling the arena to capacity.

The camera glides over the numerous hooded heads and up to the stage area, where Tempest Razum and Noa Kanon have stepped out from behind the curtains. Tempest Razum spreads her arms out and upward with an obvious grin under her veil and does a majestic bow, while Noa Kanon turns sideways, mimicking a throat slash while looking at the crowd.

The two begin walking down the ramp. Noa Kanon is walking sideways while looking at the ring with anger. Tempest Razum gives nods and pleased looks to the many hooded women they pass to get to the ring. Noa Kanon slides straight into the ring, while Tempest Razum walks around to the steps. The two meet in the center of the ring, where once again they strike the same pose they did at the top of the ramp; Tempest Razum bowing to the crowd and Noa Kanon signaling a cut throat motion.

The announce team and time keeper, as well as ring Announcer, are all replaced by hooded cloaks. One of them walks to the side of the ring with a microphone and hands it to Tempest Razum as the music fades off.

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"This Monday night at SLAM, it's going to be the Xanadu Circle, making pureed flesh out of Victorious Secret. I hope everyone in Omaha is in attendance because it is at that point that we will show you all how to actually grind meat! And I don't mean grind up against meat the way George Pooney would; I mea how a fucking Omaha steak can be turned into ground beef! And we don't have beef with you fucklords, this is just a humble beginning. We are going to slice open your fucking throats like pez dispensers and take a shit down your neck just for the sake of making it fun for Omaha to see you guys in the ring for once. And yeah, if you're wondering, that IS a threat... But this following one is not... It's more like promise... Tommy Salami will question his own manhood and sexuality by the time we are done with him, and George Pooney will be forced to learn from an up close and personal perspective just what poon really is."

Noa now takes the microphone from Tempest. With a grin on her face, Noa scratches her forehead before speaking.

NOA KANON:
"You look so good to me, with my eyes wide open I can see. Boys, the flame on the wick of your candles shall evaporate, as The Xanadu winds blow through the windows the peek your fate... You'll look up to the skies not knowing if it's dry or wet, by the time your umbrella's out it'll start to rain spider webs. I know my ghastly verbs of phantasms might sound a bit absurd, but my preferred terms for you Worms are the least of your concerns. The fear within will make you canaries sing in this very ring, and then we'll move on to bigger things, and bury kings..."

Noa laughs and hands the microphone back to Tempest, who chuckles. Tempest speaks her next words with a grin.

TEMPEST RAZUM:
"Buckle up, boys... It's gonna be Double the Fun when THIS Beast with Two Backs does things to you that Can't be Legal anywhere... We're fucking you up boys! And not in the good way. Make sure Squirt Reynolds has the paramedics on stand by at SLAM because we... Are not... PLAYING WITCH U!"

Tempest Razum laughs as she drops the microphone. Noa Kanon sensually hugs her from behind and "Omega Circle" by Candlemass plays as the scene fades to black.