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BUDz Riot Girl

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When you are in a stable, it's like a family. Sometimes other stables don't, won't or can't understand the relationship that resides in a close nit team. Asshole Inc. gets riduculed for their teamwork and support of each other. So many people like to bash them for acting like a team. Using one another experiences, stories, backing up the each other'; their enemies look at it as a weakness. Asshole Inc. looks at it as a strength.

Don't mistake our strength as a weakness but it was our strength that got us this far and it will get us farther than that.

How quickly we become unfavored. We gave another stable a taste of what it's like to be Asshole Inc. and poof! We take it all back! If you don't show thanks for our genoristy, then you can go fuck yourselves!

The originators aren't any different then the others. Where is the teamwork, the support? DC is missing matches, not showing up for meetings, just plain getting lost in his own little world. OBM has some fetish with trying to hook up with every girl in BUD and frankly it's disgusting to think that Nikki fucked him. Now...his latest notch ont he belt - Rebecca Rancid.

"WAIT GYPSY! Rebecca isn't fucking OBM!"

"Meh! It's only a matter of time, baby!! Those new girls...they walk into a big company like BUD and do whatever it takes to get to the top...I've been there, done that...how the fuck you think I got here. The only reason I can see that I wasn't Bytch Champion before today is I didn't fuck the boss...I don't think she swings that way and Demon wasn't in charge until AFTER I hooked up with Sparrow...so...it IS safe to say that I earned my gold...unlike others. Who CHEATED to get where they are! But the higher you push your stupidity, the harder you're going to fall."

The Originators and those other wanna-be stables...you all go at things alone...hell, why even give yourselves names if it means nothing? Asshole Inc. is a fan favorite...and Gypy is the matriach of the female division. Finally...something has panned out for her and she wasn't going to let it go.

Since Gypsy beat Akasha and Nikki Black for the Bytch Championship, she had been getting ready for her first time defending it. She had come far since her first day in BUD, like so many have pointed out, but, in a way, she was still a novice. Yeah...Seifer was right, she had been lucky while on her road to becoming the Bytch Champion, but is that wrong? No. It's just like when Seifer and Dante won the belts from Serpent and James - they got lucky; actually Dante got lucky...since he was the one that made the pin on Serpent. Even after you strike such luck, there comes the day when Lady Luck turns her back on you...when you least expect it.

Losing the belt to a newcomer like Rebecca Rancid was something that Gypsy didn't want to do nor would she allow herself to succumb to such humiliation. She proved when she went up against Akasha and Nikki that she is among on the best females in this company. She wasn't about to lose what she worked so hard to attain.

It's Hangover and Gypsy is backstage watching the match for the contendership. She watches intently as the girls battle it out. She smirks when finally Rebecca Rancid gets the 3 count.

"Delicious."

She picks up her cellphone and presses a few buttons and places the phone on her ear.

"Sparrow, it's me. Yeah...Rebecca won. Don't say that...she's not that bad. She's good. Nah...I can take her. I heard she did a few promos abou ther match against me already...nah...nothing interesting. She's one spoiled white girl, I'll tell yeah that much. I'm still thinking about the path of attach. Huh? Oh...ordered them already. Don't worry about it, babe, I got it covered. What ever? Well, something about her past and some stupid documentry about herself and shit lke that...yeah she mentioned me but it was nothing that got to me. I'm going to GWE and I'm going to get ready for my match on Thursday against Rebecca. I know...but I'm not going to take any chances. It's not me to underestimate new talent when i myself am still considered "new talent". Sure...if you want to come with me but you don't have to...ok...that will be great! Meet me there."

Gypsy jumps up and heads into the dressing room just as there's a knock at the door. She peeks out of the room and yells, "Who is it?"

"Dicky!"

She smirks and walks out just wearing her t-shirt.

"Hey Dicky...what's bring you to these neck of the woods?"

He enters shutting the door behind him, "I assume you watched tonight's match?"

She heads back into the dressing room and Dick sits down on the couch.

"Yeah I watched it," she yells from the room. "Not very impressed. I swore that Daizi had the match but hell, it's like the wind, blows where ever it wants."

She emerges with her duffle bag over her shoulder and her leather jacket put on.

"Going away?"

She pats the bag, "Yep. I'm going to train. I want to get ready for anything, plus, after my match with Akasha and Nikki, I fucked up my back...so I need to really pay extra attention to it and with a trainer, I'll do just that."

"So where yah going?"

"Nowhere special...just need time to gather my shit together and get on track. Everyone body here with their jealousy of Asshole Inc.'s dominance and their petty comments, well, it gives a bad vibe which is annoying. Those people constantly have this black cloud over them that I really don't think I need to be around right now. Plus, I got a few places that Roxy and I are going to check out."

"Ahhh...she had been acting different, hasn't she?" Dick gets closer to Gypsy to whisper, "One of the janitor guys told me that they were cleaing out her office and they found a piece of paper with Seifer's name written on it about a hundred times with little hearts and stuff."

"Really? And I thought she didn't like him?"

Gypsy opens the door and heads out, Dick following her. He looks around to see if anyone is within earshot.

"I personally think that she's got something going with Demon."

Gypsy shrugs, "It's really none of my business."

The two walks down the hall, Dick giving her low down on the rumor circulating around the lockerrooms as he walks her out to the parking garage. Sparrow is leaning up against the Birdmobile, waiting for her.

Gypsy walks up to him, wraps her arms around his waist and kissing him softly.

"I missed you...do you and Syck talk?"

"Yeah...things are about to hit the fan in BUD and I frnakly think that Roxy isn't going to handle things well."

Looking up at him so cute, he plays with her hair, tucking it behind her ear. The moment is broken by Dick clearing his throat. Gypsy turns to him, "Oh geez, sorry Dicky?'

"Yeah, Dickweed, thanks for walking her out here but we have to be on our way."

Sparrow opens the door for her and she gets in.

"What meeting did you and Syck have, Sparrow?"

"The one where we were trying to decide which one of us from Asshole Inc. were going to inpregnate your sister."

Sparrow walks around the car and jumps into the drivers seat laughing his ass off, starting the car and backing out, Gypsy waves goodbye to Dick.

"Gypsy" and the above written piece are based on fictional characters that do not exist and events that did not happen in real life. If for some reason the aforementioned mirror actual people or incidents it is pure coincidence. The character "Gypsy" was created by The Ultimate Bitch�?/FONT>... Roxanne. Contact me at: wr_gypsy@hotmail.com.

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Gypsy Sparrow

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Gypsy is sitting in the sauna, still at GWE. She relaxing, eyes closed. Her body is surrendering to the feeling of the heat penetrate the terry cloth towel, right through to her weary bones. Having sparred all morning and afternoon with the other more advanced in their training females, she learned a few new moves and blocks.

She sits up, cracks her back and neck. Letting them stretch and become releaved. Gypsy then leans back against the wood wall, getting comfortable. She can faintly smell the awful odor of old lady's perfume linger in the air. Ever smell that horrible smell? It's like mixed in with that moth ball smell.

She realizes that she's not alone. She slowly opens her eyes, bracing herself for an attack. Her eyes focus, there's a woman sitting there wearing a red dress. Her hands are folded nicely on her lap and she’s wearing a beautiful necklace that dangles a radiant red stone.

At first Gypsy becomes frightened because she does not recognize the woman. But her curiousity also plays with her reaction. She stands up and begins to move around the woman toward the door.

�?FONT color=#990000>Who are you?�?nbsp; Gypsy says, inching her way to the door.

The woman smiles softly and fades away.

Gypsy hurries out of the sauna, closing the door behind her. She then peeks in through the tiny square window into the sauna but there's no one there.

"Get a hold of yourself, Gypsy."

She heads back up to her room to get ready for dinner with Artist, her last night here before she goes back to Chicago. As she gets ready, pulling on a Sparrow t-shirt, the faint sound of her theme song begins to play, sounding a bit muffled. It’s her cell ringing. She walks over to her jacket and retrieves the phone from her pocket. It’s Roxy.

�?FONT color=#990000>Hey girl, yes, I made a few phone calls and trust me, you’ll be fine. When do you leave? Does Demon know? Good luck. Bye.�?/P>

She hangs up her cell phone and sits down on the bed. She can’t shake that vision of the woman. Who was she and what did she want with Gypsy?

She finishes getting dressed and meets Artist in the cafeteria where all the kids in his program have gathered to eat. She sits with Artist and his crew and they all talk among themselves. Though Gypsy’s mind is still on that woman.

�?EM>So Gypsy, have you seen the latest promos by your little friend?�?/P>

Gypsy shakes herself awake and filled with confusion she asks, �?FONT color=#990000>Huh? What little friend?�?/P>

�?FONT color=#999999>Rebecca Rancid? I didn’t know she joined up with OBM?�?/P>

Gypsy comes back to reality, sitting back, setting down her fork from her mac n' cheese.

�?FONT color=#990000>Yeah…a few days back. It’s not a career move in her favor, sad to say. Just another lost soul.�?/P>

A female sitting at the table speaks up, �?FONT color=#ff33ff>A lost soul, huh? Seems to me that you seem a bit lost yourself?�?/P>

�?FONT color=#990000>Nah…just stumped. I’ve been having problems with my back and I came here to fix that problem.�?/P>

�?FONT color=#ff33ff>Is it that or have you found your match?�?/P>

Gypsy chokes on her water, �?FONT color=#990000>Excuse me? My match? Rebecca Rancid? Puhlease…you’ve got to be kidding me. My match would probably be Angelique�?asider from her, there isn’t anyone out there that I consider a threat. Rebecca is nothing but a workout. She’s good, but I’m better and NO…I’m not underestimating her, on the contrary. At least I’m giving her the benefit of the doubt. I don’t have respect for people that spit on others and I saw how she treated the kid! A KID!! Who beats up on a kid? A person who has no respect for herself, that's who.�?/P>

�?FONT color=#333399>Didn't Serpent rape a 12 year old?�?/P>

Gypsy thinks, shakes her bewilderedment and responds, �?FONT color=#990000>I’m not Serpent! I’m me and really, she’s nothing but your everyday ‘crywolf�?drama queen kid who would runaway and realize too late that all the wrong turns, all the bad luck, the OH so haaaaaard life that she rambles on about...it's all her fault. She comes from a broken home, with a mom who committed suicide, who…�?nbsp; Gypsy stops and her face goes white. �?FONT color=#990000>Um…I have to go.�?/P>

She gets up from the table, grabbing her tray. She walks over to Artist and gives him a kiss on the cheek, whispering, �?FONT color=#990000>Forgive me for what I’m going to do.�?/P>

With that said, Gypsy hurries off, dropping the tray in a bin and practically runs out of the cafeteria, Artist calling out to her. She run up to her room and grab her bags. As she turns around the lady once again appear to her, this time standing in the doorway.

�?FONT color=#999900>You can’t do this,�?she says. �?FONT color=#999900>She doesn’t mean to be this way, it’s her hard life.�?/P>

Gypsy ignores her and walks right through her, saying, �?FONT color=#990000>Everyone has their thing, she’s nothing special, she wouldn't know a hard life even if it slapped her in the face...and her secrets...fuck her secrets. She’s going to deserve what she gets.�?/P>

As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, Artist is there waiting for her, giving her that look of concern. She tries to walk around him but he grabs her arm.

�?FONT color=#cc9900>One thing is for Serpent and Syck to do what they want but you aren’t them.�?/P>

Gypsy yanks her arm out of his grip, �?FONT color=#990000>Didn't I clarify that at the table? I'm not them but I sure as hell can try to become half the wrestler they are.�?nbsp; She drops her bags. �?FONT color=#990000>Mike, I’m a peon next to them. I’m dating a 3 time Heavyweight Champ, I’m in a stable of big names…even Angelique’s been a Heavyweight Champ! Me winning the Bytch Championship belt was a big accomplishment for me. Not only did it prove that I’m a damn good wrestler but it proved that I’m worthy to be apart of Asshole Inc. and not just Sparrow’s arm candy like they all assume. I got what it takes and now…against this spoil boo-hoo bitch, I’m going to go one step further and show everyone that…I’m that much of an Asshole to go to extreme length to keeps what’s rightfully mine.�?/P>

Gypsy pushes passed mike and storms out the door. She swings her bag into the back of her truck and begins to walk around to the driver’s side. Mike is now standing on the porch.

�?FONT color=#cc9900>Jessica, once you cross that line, there’s no turning back.�?/P>

She opens the door and steps up into the truck, standing, looking over the top of the truck at him, �?FONT color=#990000>Who says I want to come back?�?nbsp; She winks, �?FONT color=#990000>And Mike, Jessica isn’t my real name.�?nbsp; Gypsy drops herself into the driver’s seat and starts the engine. She looks back at Artist seeing his concern. She throws the truck into drive and takes off, kicking up dirt into the air with the wheels. She reaches the gates as they start to open and looks back once, his words replaying in her head.

She smiles, �?FONT color=#990000>Time to go to work.�?/P>

She drives down the highway, the wheels in her mind are turning. Maliciousness is building inside of her. She kick off her boots and rolls down the window just a bit and takes in a breath of fresh air.

�?FONT color=#990000>They haven’t met Bytch until now!�?/P>

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She pulls up into a Rest Area and hops out of the truck. She had been driving several hours. It’s getting late and the next stop wasn’t for about 67 more miles. She walks to the front of the truck and looks around. There’s no one there other than a few semis, purring off in the distance. She takes a walk up to a map and makes it look as if she’s checking it out. She then turns around and heads into the ladies�?bathroom. She walks into a stall and uses it. She come out and stands in front of the porcelain sink and waves her hands under the faucet until the water automatically turns on. She washes her hands, never once does she look into the mirror. A guy is now standing there.

�?FONT color=#3300cc>Afraid of what you’ll see?�?/P>

Gypsy snaps back, �?FONT color=#990000>NO!�?nbsp; She looks around, �?FONT color=#990000>You DO know this is the ladies�?room, right?�?/P>

He laughs.

�?FONT color=#330099>Todd, is the name and really, what you’re thinking of doing, don’t. She doesn’t need it right now.�?/P>

Gypsy not freaking out with Todd like she did with the woman, dries her hands and turns back to the guy.

�?FONT color=#990000>So she’s that vulnerable, huh? That weak?�?/P>

�?FONT color=#330099>She tough, trust me, cause if she wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here, but she’s not as bad as she makes herself out to be.�?/P>

Gypsy snickers, �?FONT color=#990000>And I’m just the person to bring her back down to reality.�?/P>

Again, Gypsy doesn’t heed the warning. She starts off toward the door and stop to turn back around to an empty bathroom.

�?FONT color=#990000>Who was the woman?�?/P>

The voice comes from the air, �?FONT color=#330099>Her mother.�?/P>

Gypsy turns to walk out but instead bumps right into an elderly woman. Her mind is shot with a bright light and she sees a beautiful wedding of a happy couple. They are standing in the middle of a huge dance floor and the groom says to the bride, “I will always love you, Vivian.�?/P>

Gypsy grabs the woman by the arm and looks at her, �?FONT color=#990000>Is your name Vivian?�?/P>

The woman smiles warmly, �?FONT color=#ff99cc>Why yes it is, do I know you?�?/P>

Gypsy loosens the grip, �?FONT color=#990000>Thomas says he loves you.�?/P>

The woman gasps and Gypsy walks back to her truck, taken back a bit by the whole experience with Todd, the woman and now the old lady.

�?FONT color=#990000>What’s happening to me?�?/P>

She sits there for a few minutes trying to gather her thoughts, when her cell rings. Without checking the caller ID, she answers, “What? Oh…hey babe…yeah, I’ll be in Chicago in a few hours. I’m driving back. Yeah…I have a plan that I want to talk over with you but it’s already in motion and won’t be able to change my mind. Yes, you are going to try…it’s not what I would normally do but seeing that she doesn’t need him or want him…I thought I’d do her the favor and when I beat her…that will be payback enough for me. What am I going to do? Give a sacrifice to the Bytch Championship!�?/P>

Gypsy hangs up and shuts her phone off. As she leave the Rest Area, getting back on the road.

"Gypsy" and the above written piece are based on fictional characters that do not exist and events that did not happen in real life. If for some reason the aforementioned mirror actual people or incidents it is pure coincidence. The character "Gypsy" was created by The Ultimate Bitch�?/FONT>... Roxanne. Contact me at: wr_gypsy@hotmail.com.

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At the airport, Syck had arranged for Asshole Inc.'s private jet to bring her back to Chicago. She sat in a seat toward the middle of the aircraft. She’s all alone on this flight back home, but somewhere deep down, she wasn't alone. While sitting there, she begins to make a few phone calls to various people who she knew would get her the information she was in need of.

What she had plan for the next few days, for Rebecca, well, it wasn’t going to be pretty. In the back of her mind, she heard the question that she knew she was going to hear: Why was she going to inflict so much grief on one person?

There was no answer, other than, she wanted to break her opponent to completely nothing. Make her crumble and beg for mercy...yet, Gypsy had learned that mercy isn't given, it's earned...and Rebecca didn't deserve any.

She wanted to show her opponent that; just cause it seems Rebecca held all the cards; just cause Gypsy was out preparing for this match instead of talking about her match, concentrating on it - that Gypsy wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Since the moment that Gypsy signed the contract, in Roxy's office, she had been thinking about her possible opponents, she had already done her homework before the 3-way dance that Rebecca was in. And when Rebecca won, Gypsy decided to prepare her body more so than her mind, especially after seeing how vigorous a wrestler Rebecca really was. The good thing was that not only did Gypsy remedy her bones, she also remedied her mind and conscience.

This time Gypsy wasn’t going just walk into the match semi-blind. She was going to find out everything about her opponent and hit the hard points.

How would her plan help her in her win over Rebecca? Who knows…it all boiled down to Gypsy wanting to have fun and wanting to see if she had what it took to follow through with her plan. Does she have the guts? Does she have it in her to commit�?.MURDER? Dun Dun Dun

"But wait…is it really murder or a mercy killing? Wouldn’t she be doing Briggs and …wait fuck Briggs, it’s Rebecca that I'm doing this for! Beckie is the one that hates him, probably even loathes the sight of him. He probably reminds her of her mother! And once again…not only do I relish in the pleasure of helping rid her life of that wretched man, but I also move my way INTO her life with gifts and favors!!! BUT!!! Before I handle my business, I can see what Briggsy really knows."

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He is sitting in his apartment, watching a movie, looking rather perturbed. He shuts it off and walks over to his window that looks out into the city night.

“How dare she dismiss me as if I were one of her lackies! I’m the one that got her this gig and she…she treats ms like I’m not but a but a gopher??!!�?

“Maybe she doesn’t need you like you think she does?�?/P>

Briggs turns around and looks at her, “What the hell are you doing here?�?/P>

Gypsy is standing there, legs crossed at the ankles, turning a chain in her hand. She snickers as she steps down into his living room from the front hall, wiggling a key in her hand.

“I have my ways of getting what I want.�?nbsp; She hops over the couch and has a seat, kicking her feet up on a glass coffee table.

“Excuse me!�?nbsp; Briggs looks offended and irate. “Put your feet down and get the hell out of my house!�?nbsp; He points at the door with a thrust.

Gypsy smiles, “Dude, do you know where you are and who you’re dealing with?�?/P>

“I’m dealing with…�?nbsp;

Gypsy cuts him off, �?You’re dealing with me and this ain’t no rinky dink company like YLR or whatever company you and your girl reign from. This is BUD. Bytches�? girls like me, Bytches�?Ultimate Domain…and in BUD we do things differently. We handle things differently and really…I think BUD is the foundation on which our industry is based on.�?/P>

She sits back, not knowing whether she believes what she just said or not. She wraps the chain around her neck and let's it hang. Briggs tries to take a step toward the phone, grabbing it. The phone is knocked out of his hand with a Chinese throwing star, which embeds itself into the wall.

Gypsy sits up slapping her hands on her thighs and says, “Briggsy…today, you and I are going to have fun and upping the stakes in this match I got with your master.�?/P>

“MY MASTER?!�?/P>

Gypsy gets up and pushes him down on to the couch and straddles his lap, twirling his hair through her fingers, grinding herself against him.

“Shut up and speak only when spoken to!! Didn’t she teach Doggy anything?" She lowers her head onto his shoulder, "When was the last time you were with a woman, Briggsy? Really...it didn't take long." She slaps his chest with the chain, making him yelp in pain. "Now…today…me and you are going to go for a ride, meet up with some friends of mine and over some coffee, tea or BUDweisers, we’re going to have a nice chat about the little spoiled princess.�?/P>

“What if I don’t want to go?�?/P>

Gypsy jumps off of his lap. She smirks.

“Where in what I said, did you hear me say you had a choice?�?nbsp; She bends over placing her hands on his thighs, showing some major cleavage. “Now…Lil’Briggsy needs to stay in control,�?she wraps the chain around her fist and with all her might punches his crotch area, “Or Sparrow is going to get very angry with you and when he gets angry…you aren’t going to be happy.�?nbsp; She stands, giggling watching Briggs keel to the side on the couch, crying and not being able to speak or make any sound whatsoever. She slaps him a few times to bet him breathing again. She sits down at the edge of the chair and grabs his cordless that was laying on the table.

“Now…Mr. No-Nuts, [under her breath] no wonder she pushed your ass around, anyway, call the biznatch and tell her that you will not be coming to the arena tonight.�?/P>

In a tad high tone voice, he replies, “No.�?/P>

Gypsy winces, not believing what she heard.

“Did the last blow not do the trick? Or do you need another one.�?/P>

The tears are streaming down his face, “Fine.�?/P>

She hits TALK on the phone and looks over at him, “HELLO! The number!?!�?/P>

�?55-5286.�?nbsp; He says. She places the phone by his ear and mouth, as he clears his throat once the ringing starts. “Rebecca I am not going to be able to attend your match with Gypsy..i'm havign some personal problems myself and..well..I just can't be there. Why don't you ask your new freind Jake or maybe your buds from the originator to help you out or be at ringside. I'm just sorry I couldn't make it. Well I can't accuse you of having a gun this time because I..I just know you would pull that again.yeah well I got to go..umm take care.�?

Gypsy takes the phone smiles and hangs it up. “Nicely done there Briggsy…not a single crack in your voice. Good job!�?/P>

She slowly pulls 2 sets of handcuffs from her coat pocket and places them on his wrists and ankles.

“Where are we going?�?/P>

”I’m taking you to heaven.�?nbsp; Gypsy starts to pull the chain through his cuffs, “You know she’s right about that Heaven and Hell bullshit. Serpent and Angel explained it to me one night. Told me that neither exist..that we, the humans, are the true gods and this is our domain…that we rule ourselves and answer to ourselves.�?/P>

Sweaty and in pure pain, Briggs manages to say as she stands him up, “You don’t believe in God?�?/P>

Gypsy gives him a solemn look and she blinks very slowly, “God is overrated, and no I don’t, I’m the goddess and tonight, Briggsy, I’m going to claim your soul. Muwahahaha!�?/P>

He becomes frightened and doesn’t move when she pulls the chain, “They’re going to see you…if you take me downstairs, the guards will…a-a-a-annnd, what do you mean, your going to claim my soul?�?/P>

Gypsy presses a button and the door flies opened, two men walk in wearing long black trench coats, “Take him!�?nbsp; She says,. One grabs the chain and the other one pushes him as she follows, “Don’t worry about the guard…he’s feeling a bit under the weather, so I sent him home.�?nbsp; Gypsy smiles as she passes them with a beautiful shining yet still a bit wet with blood, 12 inch oriental knife in her hand propped on her shoulder.

“Follow me, boys, we’re going to take the stairs, the truck is parked in the alley.�?/P>

“Why didn’t you just push him out the window!?�?/P>

“Didn’t you watch collateral, it’s messy…and windshields these days are expensive as hell!�?/P>

The disappear into the stairwell.

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In a warehouse on the South Side of Chicago, a man sits beaten and bloodied. Gypsy enters the room, dressed like a dominatrix. Her steels 9 inch heels strike the cement floor hard, that it creates sparks.

His head is hung low and he’s missing one nostril, a few teeth and part of his bottom lip. He’s just a mess. She stops in front of him and shifts her weight to one side. She slaps a small whip into the palm of her hand, tsking. She finally squats down, the sound of her leather suit, enticing her, making her feel real sexy. She lifts his head up with her finger and runs them along his face up to his hair. She yanks his head back, as she stands.

“Well the packages have been sent. Now, if you don’t give me the information I want, the next thing I’m going to send is your…�?/P>
“Gypsy!�?/P>
She snaps her head around, her hair flying around. She sees Todd standing there.

“I told you to not do this to her.�?

He begins to pace, "She not ready for all this!"

She throws her hands in the air and swings a knife around, "Oh my fucking hell! I'm suppose to NOT treat her like I will everyone that tries to take the belt away from me? I'm suppose to bring it down a notch for THEIR sake! Fuck that!!"

She walks toward Todd, hatred burning through her eyes.

“Do you really think that a fucking loser dead guy's pleas would sway my decision? Do you think that idiot who let some skank psycho light a fire under his ass's cries for mercy make me change my mind on sending this bitch through the ringer? Think again, rotting boy! [under her breath] Mike would be sooo proud of me right now!" The smiles disappear and she turns her attention back to Todd, "I’m in this for the fun!�?nbsp; She raises her arms, stretched out, “This is my initiation! My christening and HE!�?nbsp; She point the knife at Briggs, “He is the sacrifice.�?/P>
“For what?�?/P>
Gypsy stops and thinks. The big dark morbid persona is gone and she looks a bit perplexed, it’s almost amusing, “I dunno, really, just wanted to have fun!�?nbsp; She raises her hands in front of her as if saying back off, “I know, I know…ok…I won’t kill him�?yet.�?/P>
Gypsy winks and on her heel she turns back to Briggs.

“Now...back to you. You are going to die old chap. Because you are nothing but a useless piece of flesh that in turn is a waste of space. You are an insult on life and you don’t deserve to live. Your blood will be on my hands tonight and it’s because with your blood and your hatred for her, I will come out the winner! She has resorted you to being disgusted with yourself…I mean, look at you, you are a dribbling, drooling, snothead, poor excuse of a man!! She tells you to jump and you ask how high! How insecure with yourself can you be.�?/P>
Gypsy begins to pace.

“ARGH! I don’t know who gets to me more you for being her slave or her for thinking that slavery was back in style? And to think…OBM has her in his clan!�?nbsp; She catches herself, “Did I just say clan!? How ironic!�?nbsp; Gypsy begins to laugh.

“Henry!! Bring the camera, it’s time!�?/P>
The scene opens up to Rebecca Rancid waiting in the ring for Gypsy to come out for their match. The light go dark as the BUDvision flickers to life. The scene makes the fans gasp, turn away, even gag. Then, 3 men dressed in nicely pressed black suits find their way down to the ring, each carrying a box.    The climb the stairs and step into the ring and position themselves in front of Rebecca. She stands on guard.

Gypsy then appears on the BUDvision behind the beaten man. She flicks his nose.

“Beckie Beckie, Beckie�?you stupid overrated, stupid little girl! You’ve never been introduced to our way have you? By ‘our way�? I mean, Asshole Inc.. Well, maybe OBM should have filled you in.�?/P>
Gypsy stands up and begins to pace.

“Dearie, like I told your friend here, BUD isn’t like other places, we’re more, harsh and mind boggling. We work people’s minds and hell, we never let up, truthfully. You got OBM with his personal vendetta against Angelique. Seifer and his rally against Asshole Inc. in general, Jake and wanting me dead�?has anyone ever asked why? Why is Asshole Inc. hated so much? Why are we the butt of everyone jokes, why are we the ones that people want to go after? To take us down, you say!�?nbsp; She gasps and frown and a smile slowly builds, “Well…The Elite tried that…we are they. The first Originators tried that...they’re gone. Divine Intervention came out with guns a blazin�?and all the had was a little gun that read BANG! Then the 4 Horsemen come out of the woodwork and BAM! Dante pins Serpent and they are automatically the best? Uh-uh! They didn’t do anything that others haven’t tried and look what happened to them only weeks later, Becky-pooh! The belts came back to their rightful owners and here we are today!

“You’ve joined that band wagon and that’s all good but do you want to go like the rest? Yeah…people can talk and go on and on about how they supposedly will bring Asshole Inc. down to their knees and they will put up a front of their superiority and hey! They might have the shit to back it up but do you? I’ve had a few ‘people�?come to me already, trying to get me not to come at you full force…but…after thinking about it…I want to show Akasha and all the other girls that want this belt exactly what they’ll be up against.

“Mr. Pink…give her the first box.�?/P>
The first man takes a step towards her and gives her the box. Rebecca looks up at Gypsy with squinted eyes and slowly opens the box. She stands still just staring into the box…stuck.

“I took the liberty of having the stone set in a beautiful chain for you. The story behind the stone is wonderful…maybe one day soon you and I can sit down and I can tell you. You’re mother, great woman, did not like you at all!�?/P>
Gypsy sits down in the lap of the man, who let’s out a yelp. Rebecca looks up and you can see her lips say Briggs.

“Oh yeah…this is Briggsy baby…he and I have had one hell of a night. Anyway…let’s move right now down memory lane. Mr. Brown...the neeeeeeeeext Booooooooooox!�?nbsp; Gypsy yells, dipping herself backward then jumping to her feet and busting and Elvis wiggle wiggle pose.

The next man walks up to Rebecca and hands her the box. Again, she slowly opens that. It’s parts Briggs face that are missing along with his teeth.

“He wouldn’t talk," Gypsy says pouting.

She begins to pace again, “Isn’t it funny how those that blatantly hated us, when they finally croak, we feel remorse or we miss them or something....[she gags]...that caring feeling is sickening when the memories of their cruel acts towards us are remembered. We feel more when their gone…like your mother…Ms. Cruella Da Ville. You loathed her, yet, you shed a tear, one I might point out, when you found her and she treated you like shit when you were under her roof. Damn her!"

Gypsy walks around next to Briggs.

"And here is this man,�?Gypsy grabs him by the hair and yank his head back, “Probably the only man that loved you unconditionally...and you didn’t care whether he lived or died�?hmmm…makes me wanna call all those I keep close and tell them that�?I love them...ONE PHONE CALL! Nonetheless...He loved you even though he knew the real you and now...it's too late. He's my pin cushion now and you, my fair lady, have lost out.�?/P>
Gypsy pretends to cry and then becomes Gypsy again.

“Enough of that! Rebecca, you were programmed by society to be this over-dramatic, whining little kid who, if didn’t have your way, you would throw the worse tantrum ever. It’s no wonder why your mom hung herself. Swaying in the wind, feeling the crack in your neck, feeling the blood rush to your eyes making them want to burst, the unbearable feeling of death coming at you and there’s no escaping…all of that unthinkable torment was pleasure to her. To her, going through that was better than dealing with your fucked up ass!

“That scene at your mother’s, holding your doll, like this,�?Gypsy grabs Rebecca’s doll, ‘It was touching…soooo touching. It brought a tear to my eye." Rebecca's let's her mouth drop.

Gypsy gasps, "Oh my, did the bad blonde bombshell, Gypsy break into your dressing room and steal your dolly wolly? YES SHE DID!!"

"Where was I, oh yeah...your blonde lockes blowing in the wind when you found your mother. Girl! Paramount Pictures, will be looking for you soon! Who in the fuck are you trying to fool? Yourself? Seriously! It took your mother’s suicide scene to break you? Hell…I would have set that up for free for ya!�?/P>
Gypsy stops pacing and stands there staring at her as she holds the 2 boxes in her hand.

“Give her the next one, Mr. Yellow.�?/P>
Gypsy turns around, putting her back to the camera, looking rather child-like. She sneaks a peek and sees Rebecca just standing there, grief in her eyes. Gypsy yells, “OPEN IT!�?/P>
Rebecca throws the other boxes to the ground and reluctantly opens the next one. It’s her black dress.

“He told me what happened, you know. You really got him 'hot and bothered'…is that what you plan on doing to Jakey? Jake...watch out...cause the last guy became a corpus crispi! And just to set the record straight...Jake and I were merely friends…strictly platonic. I don’t date BOYS…it’s the MEN that do it for me. Hence why I'm with Asshole Inc. and you're with The Originators.�?/P>
Gypsy gets up close to the camera, pulling the belt over her shoulder. She pats it and smirks evilly at the camera.

“You NEED this? You WANT this? Is that what I heard you say? Dorothy, this isn’t Kansas…nor is it OZ…it’s your own personal hell! I watched your promos and you are so the typical blonde! Waiting for people to tell you what to do...waitig for direction...can't you function on your own? It's a wonder why you treated this piece of shit like a slave...cause you get off and treating people like shit.

"Whatcha gonna do without Briggs since you can’t think for yourself.    Oh yeah that’s right, now you have OBM. Mhmmm..that’s such a relief. How does it feel to be second best? Wait...you already know how that feels don't you? You're mom, your career, now to me? He did come to me first. Oh, wait, did you know that already? I was his first choice since I held the belt. And tonight…you will come in second once again. And you’re second to White Trash…damn…girl, that doesn’t say much about you, now does it? I mean, being second to Angel, that’s an honor…but to White Trash? I don’t think the hick bitch can even spell second let alone first!

“Beckie, this gold is right where it belongs...with me. And there is no way in hell that you’re going to take this belt from me and really, I’m not even going to try that hard. Because I got you...I got you right where I want you. I got into your head, I’ve broken you down…and hell, I’ve even pissed you the fuck off but really, what have you done or said in the last 4 days that I haven’t already killed?   Not a damn thing! You take a fucking walk in a garden, you push around a little kid, you push around your manager, you respect, fear even want to be me...you've gone as far as flirting with someone who you THOUGHT was my ex. You run a documentary about your life…WHO THE FUCK CARES?!! We don’t! Some of the kids in the arena don’t even know your fucking name…but ask them who I am and they’ll tell you!�?/P>
The arena explodes with her name, “GYPYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSY!!!!!!�?/P>
“I’m the Bytch Champion, girlfriend and I’m keeping this belt until someone better than me comes along and baby, that’s not going to be for a long time!�?/P>
Gypsy steps back a bit to show her waist up.

“You have your secrets, skeletons in your closet, doesn't anyone? I personally think secrets are for the weak. 'Be proud of youself, stand tall and never give someone the chance to use your secrets against you.' is what I always say. Secrets are for the weak who have something to hide...I hide nothing!

"You need the motivation from your colleagues…all I need is their support and I know it’s there…no matter if I’ve spoken to them or not…they are behind me 200%. All you got is Trash and OB…where’s DC? And Jake…please, I can break that nigga with my pinky!�?nbsp; There’s a short pause. “You want to be offended, bitch, just look into your soul and you’ll see why you are so offended by the littlest things! You spit on life persaé and you look down on everything and everyone, no wonder you’re a spiteful skank. You think you and I would be friends? Fuck that! I’d befriend Akasha before I gave you the time of day! How can you spit on a child or beat the crap out of a waitress who expressed her opinion of you? Do you want to know why people dislike you? Because you rag on the meek and humble and mistake them for the lesser people...when in fact, you are the lesser of beings. I never wished bad upon a person but you just MAKE people wish you succeeded in your suicide attempts, since you flaunt them like I flaunt my belt.�?/P>
She stops and turns back at Briggs and shrugs, “Didn't he teach you any manners? I don’t think so…but if he had, you wouldn’t have listened to him anyway. Right? How many times have you said that he drove you crazy? How many times did he hold you back."

Gypsy sneers at the camera.

"Rebecca...Ms. #2, tonight...when I enter that ring...it's not going to be for the belt...but it's going to be for his life! If I win, he dies...if you win, you get him back! Do you think you can beat me? Really...do you think you have what it takes to beat the Bytch Champion...the one woman in this fed that pulled your card and opened up your eyes to what's REALLY going on! Girl...welcome to the fast track...welcome to the real world! Here...not only do you fight for your pride, honor...you fight for the lives of those that would put theirs down for you. You've put yourself up on a pedastal and grant it, you respect me, and all that jazz but you don't know me. This is Gypsy 101, girlie, and I'm pretty sure that after tonight...seeing me in the future will strike fear in your eyes for I'm not the girl that once spent hours on her knees. I'm a whole different person and why is that? Because of strays like you! You bleach blonde bimbos...you're no better than Akasha. All she can do right now is run her mouth and talk her shit....but can she back that shit up? Yeah right onto J's dick! That's about all! She's ain't got what it takes and for her to talk shit about you isn't worth the time and effort you would put into a comeback for her since she's a washed up, used up whore! Oh yeah...I know what ya'll are saying, 'Gypsy, you were a whore too!' Yeah, I was...but do I hide it? Nope! See Beck, no secrets! What you see is what you get!"

Gypsy sits takes a few steps away from Briggs and sits down on an old steel drum.

"Here...let me give you some advice, you rely on too many people. Yeah...you say it's only Briggs..."

With that Gypsy appears on stage not dressed in the dominatrix outfit. She holds a mic in her hand and she stands there looking around at the crowd who let out an explosion of a pop. The men in the ring have now slipped out and Gypsy, again addresses Rebecca.

"It's only Briggs that you depend on...but is that wise, seeing that now...if you lose tonight...he's dead!? Or maybe he becomes MY gopher...WOW! Not such a bad idea!"

She looks out into the crowd, "I'm here all night boys! There'll be more!"

She laughs and starts down the ramp toward the ring.

"Beckie...again, I pose the question, do you have it in you to beat me? Little miss moffet...sat in the ring, starin' at Gypsy's bling bling...the belt that was wrapped around her waist, little becky's mouth was filled with the taste...not of another victory but that of OBM's seed!"

The fans bust out laughing.

"Wait...hold up...sorry," Gypsy steps into the ring and Rebecca is ready to attack. "Check it...I'll even give you the first punch!"

Gypsy tosses the belt to Mike Chioda and Rebecca charges at Gypsy to commence their match for the Bytch Championship.

"Gypsy" and the above written piece are based on fictional characters that do not exist and events that did not happen in real life. If for some reason the aforementioned mirror actual people or incidents it is pure coincidence. The character "Gypsy" was created by The Ultimate Bitch�?/FONT>... Roxanne.  Contact me at: wr_gypsy@hotmail.com.

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-Briggs' Torture-

From behind the warehouse door, screams and cries for help cannot be heard. A car pulls up, a classic Porshe Boxster, right in front of the abondoned waterfront building. The camera gets a street view, showing only the bottom of the car. The door opens and a very nicely shaped, black stocking wearing foot steps out, followed by the other one. The camera moves up the calves, to the delactable thighs, then to the waist. She's wearing a very shirt patent leather jacket which is tied at the waist with a silk sash.

She shuts the door, which even seems elegant. She moves around the car and heads into the warehouse. She's wearing dark sunglasses, her hair isn't visible and her head is covered with a black shawl that is wrapped around her neck as well.

She enters the building and there are men already there.

"He's been screaming all fucking day until I slapped him around."

She grabbed the man by the crotch and squeezes very tightly.

"Do I have a fascination with cock...yes, I have all my life. So I don't think you'll mind if I take yours and mount it on my fucking wall do you?"

She shakes his head saying no. She pushes him away from her and stumbles to the ground. She removes her jacket, glasses and shawl to reveal herself to be Gypsy.

One of them walks up next to her, handing her a medicine bag.

"The items you requested."

WIthout taking her eyes off of Briggs, she nods politely, taking the bag and making her way over to Briggs. Another man moves a small table next to Briggs where she places the bag.

"Please, Please, Don't hurt me, man."

She ignores him as she snaps open the and searches for her first 'toy'.

"I already told you I don't know anything about any fucking setup; you can torture me all you want."

She pulls it out and examines it's delicate nature. She looks down at him, the tears running down his cheeks.

"Why are you doing this to me? I don't know you and I've done nothing to you!! Please...don't do this! Are you willing to throw your career away?"

"You all through? You all through?"

"Look, I... I got a little kid at home, now PLEASE."

"No, no, no, no, no, no. You all done? You all done? Have some fire, scarecrow."

Gypsy snaps the lighter on and burns Briggs hair off the top of his scalp.

"GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!!"

She freezes and gasps!

"I have a GREAAAAAAAAAT idea!!"

Briggs eyes bulge out.

She places the tiny flame thrower near his crotch and watches as he squirms.

"Just kidding...but if you're talking like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch! Now..." she goes back to her bag of goodies.

"Please...no more...no more torturing me...please. She's not worth all of this!"

"Torture you? That's a good idea. I like that...cause what I've done so far isn't torture at all...it's no different from her bustin your balls daily huh!?"

"Please...no more! I don't know anything!"

"Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a loser fuck like you. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get."

She removes her knife.

"You ever listen to K-Billy's "Super Sounds of the Seventies" weekend? It's my personal favorite."

She begins to dance around after a radio turns on. She starts mimiking Mr. Blonde from Reservoir Dogs.

"You know...this is from my favorite movie...this whole set up! I've always wanted to reenact the scene when Mr. Blonde tortures the cop...and thank you for giving me this opportunity."

She bend down, kicking one foot up, giving Briggs a kiss on the cheek.

"I might break you in, Briggs, but I'd make you my dog's bitch."

She stops and looks down at him...

"Now...playtime....SUBJECT: Rebecca...any broken bones for me to focus on? Any sore limbs? Any pregnancies I can help her abort?"

She hangs his head, exhausted.

"I'M TALKING TO YOU TURDBRAIN!"

She slaps him upside the head with a small surgical saw.

"You kids shouldn't play so rough. Somebody's gonna start cryin'."

A voice comes from the rafters.

She drops her head as if being caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"You. You weren't invited to my little soiree."

She looks up into the rafters.

"I wouldn't miss my love's first torture, if his life depended on it."

She smirks at him.

"You were always into the voyeurism."

He starts walking the catwalk.

"Correction, I only liked to watch you by yourself...not with anyone else...but this is very arousing. Watching you at work...knowing that it was I that taught you."

She looks up at him, scoffing.

"Yeah...I couldn't have picked this up from Serpent and Angel, right?"

The man leans over the railing, still obscured by the shadows.

"Serpent and Angel wouldnt know a good torture if it bit them in the ass. Afterall my torture is so much more than just a torture. Remember when I brought back all of those from Roxy's past just to torture her sister? Now that is torture to both the victim and the bitch that has to watch it.."

Gypsy mimics him then says, "I do have to say that when we had sex while watching you torture Harmony...well...that was one of the..." she snaps, "Let me get back to work!"

Briggs looks up at the man who can only be seen in the shadows.

"Mister, please, help me! She a crazy woman! Please...call the police!"

The man acts shocked.

"Oh shit, I had no idea what she was doing!" He fumbles for his phone then stops laughing sadistically, "I'm not here to help you, I wanted a front row seat to see you get ripped to pieces!"

Gypsy smirks up at the them and then goes back to Briggs, grabbing him by the ears.

"Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite? He's not going to play savior tonight, Briggsy. Remember...I'm the Goddess here, not him!"

"If I ever get out of this alive, Gypsy, I'm going to kill you!"

She laughs in his face.

"Shit...you little fucker, if you even dream about shooting me...you better wake up and apologize."

Gypsy waves her knife around dancing and in a swift turn she hears Briggs scream in pain. She turns around shocked as the blood squirts from his nose.

"Did I do that?"

She could hear the man laughing. Briggs looks as if he's convulsing, the blood traveling down his face, into his mouth and all over his chest.

"I bet she never gave it to you this good."

She grabs him by the ripped nostril.

"Wow, you look like a mummy on only one side of your face! So fucking cool!"

He cries, "Why are you doing this?"

Gypsy stops and looks at him, "Fun. I mean, why does Serpent, Seifer and Angel get to have fun...I wanna fun too!" Gypsy pouts and frowns.

The man, "Awwww."

She just raises one hand and flips him off.

"Now?"

"SHUT UP!"

"You know you want it. I bet you're all wet, soaked even."

"SHUT UP!!"

"How fucking evil would that make you feel, JESSICA!? Pffft...does he even know? I bet he doesn't even know you're here right now...doing this? For some odd reason, I don't think he's agree to your little soiree. The funny loving Birdman with the Psycho Slut? Not a match made in hell if you ask me."

"SHUT UP!!!! You don't know me either! JUST LEAVE! You are ruining this for me."

She hears something move and in the shadows across the floor from her, he stands.

"You know you want it...especially right now when all your juices are flowing."

"Whatever dude, the only one I want anything from is Sparrow! Get over yourself!"

"Keep telling yourself that...I wonder if he wants the same seeing that at Aftershock 3 he was eyeing Ms. Cyber."

She tilts her head confused.

"What?"

"Awww...didn't little Gypsy catch that?"

She raises her hands to her ears and winces.

"He doesn't want you anymore, babe, he's losing that attraction, he got what he wanted from you, it's over!"

"SHUT UP!! GET OUT!! GET HIM OUT NOW!!!"

"I'm gone...but I'll be here, you know that."

She turns back and he's gone, just like that. She walks over to Briggs and cuts off part of his lower lip, just wanting to hear him scream and yell in excrutiating pain cause she herself is feeling rather numb. She then stomps, angery...not feeling the relief of his cries.

"Shut up, Briggs!" She punches him and he goes flying backward, some of his teeth go flying, "All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you aren't going to get."

She picks him up and sits on his lap, licking blood from his cheek.

"Tonight...just think, what you got will be nothing like what she's going to get and guess what!? I'm going to see how much the bitch does care about you! I'm going to throw you're life into the mix and see what she's got in her and see if she'd fight to keep you alive!"

She grabs him by his jaw and realizes that he's passed out. She stands up and stand in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?"

She grabs his head and nods it for him.

"Good."

She turns on her heels and walks off.

"Wash him up...I'm going to go find Sparrow."

She puts her jacket on and leaves the warehouse.

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Gypsy vs Rebecca Rancid
Bytch Championship Bout
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Gypsy won because her creativity and overall flow to her roleplays kept my attention, and while I thought Rebecca did well she just didnt seem to have the imagination in her ideas as Gypsy did with the kidnapping and warehouse scene. As for grammar I can't spell either so that don't matter to me. Detail was close,but the way Gypsy described the scene and even the movements of her character was very visual. Flow was equal as they both kept in a sequence and the other crap really don't matter that much to me. Gypsy won because Gypsy went to a new level with her roleplays and wanted to keep that title around her waist no matter how much Rebecca was yanking on it.Tough match to very good roleplayers.

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