Sunday 9 October 2011

Angelina Love vs. Velvet Sky

Angelina Love vs. Velvet Sky




Angelina Love and Velvet Sky were former best friends both inside the ring and outside of it. Their relationship had ended and they had been rivals ever since. The feud built and, eventually a very special match was arranged between the two former best friends. The stipulation that was put in the match was that the winner was going to get to mess the loser, in the middle of the ring. It meant that someone was going to be getting embarrassed in the centre of a crowded arena and on national television. The whole locker room was really looking forward to this match. Everyone wanted to see this happen. Of course, it was all about the storyline. Both girls were actually really good sports for taking part in this match, but really, they had no choice, as it was all a part of their jobs.



They each shot pre match interview segments discussing the upcoming messy match backstage. Angelina’s interview came first. It was a typical interview. Here is how it went. “Velvet, we were friends for so many years. I have proven that I do not need you. You were holding me back. Now we have this match. I can not lose. It is not an option. Do you really think that I would agree to be in a match like this if I wasn’t totally sure that I would win. Slime, food, mess, eww. It won’t be happening to me. I look too good for that.” Then it was Velvet’s turn. “Slime, slop, mess, food, it is all going to be coming your way Angelina. I am going to enjoy every minute of it. People think that they can bully me and treat me like crap, but today I get one back on you. And aren’t you going to look cute. Get ready to get embarrassed Angelina.”



Both women made their usual entrances. Angelina wore a pair of black hot pants and bra. She was showing off her amazing abs as always. She was wearing very little. The crowd taunted her that she may be getting messy when she entered. She pointed to herself, shook her arm and gave an “Am I bothered,” look. Velvet entered the arena with her usual tight black and pink attire. The crowd cheered for her, especially when she entered the ring with her famous under the ropes entrance, pointing to her backside.



The two got ready. The taunted each other at the beginning of the match, saying that they would be the one to win and get to humiliate the loser. They then hooked up and began the match. The match was closely fought and went on for quite awhile. The tension grew through the arena as the match wore on. There were numerous two counts. The two sweaty women grappled. Neither wanted to be the loser, even more than usual. Finally, Angelina whipped Velvet into the ropes. She tried to clothesline her but Velvet ducked. She then rolled Angelina up in a schoolboy into a pinning position. The referee went into position and counted One…two…three. Velvet then spun out, raising her hand in victory. A stunned Angelina rose to her knees, her mouth wide open in shock. She looked around with widened eyes. Velvet shook her finger and bent her knees, teasing Angelina. Angelina begged her off. Angelina’s friend Winter tried to sneak into the ring and was about to hit Velvet from behind to prevent what was about to happen. She crept up slowly. Just as she was about to kick Velvet, Mickie James ran in the ring and smacked Winter. She threw Winter out of the ring, knocking her unconscious.



Mickie then helped Velvet grab Angelina. Mickie then pulled out two sets of handcuffs. Angelina tried to turn around and run, but they grabbed her by her arms. They pushed her to the ropes and handcuffed each of her wrists to the top rope. Angelina struggled to try to get away. She screamed. She tried to jump up and down but could not escape. She tried to pull her arm away, but the handcuffs were far too strong for her. In the mean time, Velvet was getting few buckets and containers from underneath the ring. As Angelina struggled, looking the other direction, Velvet slowly approached as the crowd screamed. Angelina turned. She saw Velvet approaching her with a bucket in her hand. She begged her not to do it. Velvet teased her. She made fake cries and mocked her begging as the crowd cheered. Mickie went to the other side of the ring to prevent Winter from coming back when she came to.



Velvet started to swing the bucket back and forth. Angelina shook her head, saying, ”No, no.” Velvet swung the bucket back and forth. “Oh I am going to love this,” she said. She moved the bucket back and forth, finally throwing the contents onto Angelina. As it flew, it became obvious that the bucket was filled with pig slop. It was smelly, yellow slop. It flew threw the air and landed on Angelina. The crowd erupted in laughter as slop hit Angelina in her face. Her mouth fell open in shock as the stinky sloppy mess trickled down Angelina’s firm, tanned, partially clothed body. The creamy slop oozed down her amazing abs and down her bare thighs. She was splattered from head to toe in the corny slop. Her dark black mascara ran. Angelina screwed up her face as she smelled the stench of the slop that covered her. “It stinks,” she shouted. “Eww, Angelina, you stink,” Velvet teased. Velvet and Mickie high fived each other. They held their noses, mocking the sloppy Angelina Love.

Velvet now grabbed a second bucket. This one had brown gunge in it. Velvet lifted it up and teased Angelina. “You wouldn’t dare,” Angelina shouted. “You bitch,” she screamed. Velvet threw the brown slop straight onto Angelina. It splattered across her stomach and down her legs. It plopped onto her shapely breasts. Gunge dripped from her nose and chin. Velvet then placed the bucket on top of Angelina’s head. She left it there. Angelina was powerless to remove it. She tried to kick her legs. Velvet left the bucket where it was for the moment.



Next Velvet pulled out a squeeze bottle of mustard. She walked up to Angelina and aimed the tip of the bottle at Angelina’s exposed washboard stomach. She used the mustard to form letters across Angelina’s body. She stepped away to reveal that she had written the world “Loser” across Angelina Love’s stomach. “I’ll get you for this, Velvet,” Angelina screamed. “What was that? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. You seem to have a bucket on your head,” Velvet teased. Velvet walked over and removed the bucket. She then took the mustard and drew with it onto Angelina’s face. She drew a moustache, funny eyebrows and a beard onto Angelina’s face in the mustard. She then emptied the rest on the top of Angelina’s head and over her platinum blonde hair. “You wear too much makeup,” Velvet teased.



Finally, Velvet took one last bucket. It was filled with spaghetti hoops. Angelina cringed. Velvet walked up to Angelina. She put her hand behind Angelina’s head. She raised a hand as the audience cheered. She then pushed Angelina’s head into the bucket. Angelina kicked her legs. Velvet dumped some of the spaghetti hoops on Angelina’s head. She lowered the bucket and poured the rest down Angelina’s breasts and then down her stomach and over the rest of her body. The hoops cascaded down the front of her body. Velvet then stepped back with a contented smile and just took a second to admire her handiwork. She stuck her tongue out. She celebrated with Mickie. They left the ring to cheers, leaving Angelina still handcuffed to the ropes, covered in mess.



Eventually, some officials came out and released her. She fell to her knees with her hands in front of her, trying to clean some of the mess up. She then walked back to the locker room to the jeers of the fans. She told them to shut up and said it wasn’t funny. “Don’t laugh at me! Shut up! It’s not funny!,” she shouted. She walked back with a pissed off look on her face.



She walked past the other wrestlers both male and female backstage. Some snickered . Some whistled. She kept telling them to shut up. She glared at them. She walked back to her locker room. She then noticed that a camera was following her as she entered the locker room. “Hey you. Stop filming this. Get that camera out of my face,” she shouted. She pushed the camera away and slammed the locker room door.

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