-Inside of a wrestling ring, the usual bumps and the sounds that accompany it could be heard. The Poison Trio had suffered their very first loss since forming together and it was not something they were taking lightly at all. With that in mind, they rented out an empty gym with it's own ring inside of it so they could prepare without any interruption. Portia was dressed in what most people would work out in, something comfortable, in this case a tank top and loose shorts. But Rayna was still attempting to look glamorous even while getting in a work out. Portia rolled up after taking a hip toss and soon the two began to discuss their opponents.-
Portia Perez: The lame goth-kids AGAIN?
Rayna Von Tosh: Yes. Again.
Portia Perez: Didn't we just beat them like two weeks ago?
Rayna Von Tosh: We did. But, apparently, they didn't get enough last time. But just because we've beaten them before that doesn't mean that we should take them lightly. Besides, SOMEONE needs to bounce back after their loss.
-Rayna leans forward to give the center of Portia's nose a poke before she swipes it away and growls-
Portia Perez: That was luck. Nothing but pure, dumb, stupid, drunk skank luck.
Rayna Von Tosh: Whatever the case may be, we really can't afford to have that happen again. Losing a match at a pay per view isn't hot. At all. Do you want that resting on your shoulders?
-Rayna, knowing Portia fairly well, was quite aware that pressuring her Canadian friend would be more than enough to make her focus razor sharp and bring out her competitive edge-
Portia Perez: I'm not going to lose! Especially to a couple of freaks! I'll eat my own shoe before I'd ever let one of them get a pin over me.
Rayna Von Tosh: Ariel really seems to have it out for you.
Portia Perez: Whoopty-flippin-do. I'll kick her AND her boyfriends ass if they have any problems.
-Portia cracked her knuckles into her fist, itching for another shot at the Ministry member-
Rayna Von Tosh: Good. Because I really don't like all of this extra training. Glowing is maybe my least favorite thing.
Portia Perez: Glowing?
Rayna Von Tosh: Glowing. Women don't sweat, we glow. dear.
Portia Perez: ....Ugh.
-The dark haired diva rolled her eyes and began to perform a few stretches, crouching down onto one knee in the process. Rayna had something on her mind but seemed hesitant to speak. Eventually, she bit the bullet and spoke up-
Rayna Von Tosh: I want to talk to you about someone.
Portia Perez: Ariel and Allison Wonderland? Yeah, yeah. We've already fought 'em, I know what they can do. Blah blah, we're scary, yada yada.
Rayna Von Tosh: No. Not them. I want to talk to you about...
Brian Kendrick: Ladies.
-Almost as if on cue, the man Portia had seemed to form a "friendship" of sorts had made his presence. He entered the ring as Portia threw his arms around his neck in a hug, which he returned by squeezing her around the waist. Once the embrace was over, he took Rayna by the wrist-
Brian Kendrick: I don't think we've been introduced.
-Kendrick leaned downwards to kiss the red head's hand but she pulled away at the last moment-
Rayna Von Tosh: Charmed.
-Rayna took Portia by the shoulder and pulled her closer to her, whispering into her ear with a touch of agitation in her tone-
Rayna Von Tosh: Why is he here? We're supposed to be preparing without any distractions.
Portia Perez: He's not a distraction!
Brian Kendrick: Ladies, ladies. Let me speak my case. I'm here because I want to help you. We all have something in common here. All of us hate The Ministry. Let me accompany you down to the ring. They have about twenty something people in their little stable and I just want to make sure the odds are even. My intentions are pure.
Rayna Von Tosh: Thanks for the offer but we're completely cap....
Portia Perez: (piping in) Cool!
Brian Kendrick: There's my little spark plug.
Kendrick gave Portia a quick swat on the behind. She giggled and punched him rather roughly on the shoulder, which was apparently her way of showing affection-
Rayna Von Tosh: Did you just....giggle?
Brian Kendrick: Nice to meet you, Rayna. Portia..a pleasure as always. I'll see you both at Fanniversary.
-The former No-Limits and Tag Team champion departed from the ring and soon the entire gym entirely. Portia sort of stared off in a dreamy state while Rayna looked on in disapproval. But creating any friction was going to have to wait. They had the Ministry to deal with and this was the most pressing engagement on their minds.-
Rayna Von Tosh: Portia. Promise me your head is in the game. We can't let them beat us and I'm not going to accept any excuses if we don't get our arms raised.
-Portia snapped out of her momentary daze and turned to her partner with a smirk appearing on her face-
Portia Perez: That's cool. And if you let either one of them leave the ring without being carried off on a stretcher first, I won't accept any excuses either.
-The pair exchanged grins and nods. They had a common goal. Take down the Ministry. And they would train well into the night to ensure that it happened.-
****
-It was a spooky, dark late October night and there were nothing but three diva's and a helpless announcer gathered around a campfire. An owl from the tree's could be heard from the surrounding forest and it only added to the dire surroundings. A trio of figures stood over a black cauldron, stirring as smoke rose from it's bubbling contents. The Coach sat on a nearby log, watching in terror as the embers from the flame flickered around him. Terror or utter confusion. It was somewhat difficult to tell.-
Poison Trio: Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air.
The Coach: Umm....
Portia Perez: Shut UP, Coach.
-The trio were all dressed in matching black gowns and wide brimmed witch hat's. Although, Taylor's seemed a bit too large and hung over her eyes. All three stirred the ominous black pot with large, wooden sticks-
Rayna Von Tosh: Coach, have you never read Macbeth? Shakespeare?
The Coach: No, I'm afraid I haven't.
Rayna Von Tosh: I'm sure Allison Wonderland and Ariel haven't either.
Taylor Wilde: It's almost Halloween, silly! And we're the three witches!
Portia Perez: They represent chaos, darkness and conflict. And impending doom. ....Dumb ass.
Rayna Von Tosh: You see, Coach, Ariel and Allison would like you believe that they are terrifying and frightening. But all of it is just smoke and mirrors. They take up these persona's and looks to hide the fact that they don't have any real wrestling talent or ability. Scary lights, music and tricks are the only thing they have going for them. Maybe if they knew anything about the classics they would be as dark and evil as they wished they were.
Poison Trio: Double double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
-The three remove their hats and robes and toss them aside. Except for Taylor who keeps her hat on and removes the three crucial ingredients to making a smore from her robe. She places them to the end of the stick and begins heating up the snack-
Rayna Von Tosh: And that's where we're different. We actually DO have talent and ability and we don't need any of that to be successful. We proved that the first time we beat them and we're more than ready to educate them again.
The Coach: It seems as though you have been at odds with The Ministry since they arrived. Particularly you Portia. You've had a few heated confrontations with Ariel as of late.
Portia Perez: And she seems to think I'm afraid of her. Did it look like I was afraid of her when I was pounding her face in the last time we met? And I guess that I'm supposed to be worried now that she "means business". Whatever. She still looks like the same goofy, big boobed, fang-faced groupie to me. If she wants my soul she's going to have to take it from me but she doesn't have what it takes. Not her, not Allison Wonderland, not Mickie James or any of the fifty other trolls they've got piling up in that group. She calls Kevin Thorn master but after Fanniversary she's going to be laying at my feet. And she can lick my boots while she's down there too.
Do you know what Ariel is? A glorified valet. But me? I'm an actual wrestler. And I'll show her real quick the difference between a real wrestler and some ring rat that can barely toss on a headlock. Oh. And knows how to hang upside down. Yeah. She's just overflowing with skill and talent, huh?
The Coach: When dealing with The Ministry, you have to be prepared to contend with more members coming out of the shadows. You've got Allison Wonderland and her G-Spot....
-Portia and Rayna look to one another in both confusion and disgust before turning back to The Coach-
Portia and Rayna: Her WHAT?!
The Coach: T...The G-Spot. It's what she calls her move.
Taylor Wilde: What's a G-Spot?
Rayna Von Tosh: We'll explain later. This is a perfect example of how these two have no class whatsoever. And since Allison had SO much to say about me, I guess I'll cover her. Nice name by the way. Did you come up with that all by yourself?
Portia Perez: Yeah, what are you? Justin Credible's niece or something?
Rayna Von Tosh: Allison sure can talk a lot for someone who has a single win under her belt over less than stellar competition. I guess those four long years you've been in the wrestling business haven't really paid off, have they? It looks to me that I don't have as much experience as you but in this short time I've already surpassed you. Not to mention I've got far more brains and natural beauty than she can ever hope for. But that goes without saying. And she called me a lap dog? A third wheel? Honey, you really don't understand, do you? We're a TEAM here.
-Rayna throws her arms around the shoulders or her two shorter cohorts-
Rayna Von Tosh: If one of us is successful then ALL of us is successful. Since we formed we've only had one loss to our name. We've beaten former champions and other girls with FAR more talent than you or Ariel. I would say we've been pretty dominant thus far and we're going to continue that path. So maybe after we beat you two again you will learn a little common sense and grow smart enough to keep our names out of your filthy mouths.
-Portia scoops her discarded robe off of the floor, dusts it off and pulls a pair of novelty, cheap fanged teeth from it. Just like the kind you could buy at a Halloween store this time of year.-
Portia Perez: See these? They represent Ariel. Phony, plastic and cheap. They couldn't scare a third-grader on their best day. A lot like that D-Grade Elvira.
-Portia flicks the teeth carelessly into the cauldron as they quickly become one with the bubbling brew.-
Rayna Von Tosh: And this....
-Rayna removes a ragged, white stuffed rabbit from the robe she was wearing previously. Taylor's eyes wide and she gasps in terror-
Taylor Wilde: NO! NOT THE BUNNY!
Rayna Von Tosh: ....this represents Allison. Much like the White Rabbit in the book she got her name from but has also probably never read. Because in reality, behind everything she tries to convey, she's nothing but a scared, helpless, little bunny. And do you know what happens to scared, helpless little bunnies when they come across a threat?
-Rayna tosses the plush rabbit into the cauldron and it meets the same fate as the fangs before it. Meanwhile, Taylor's eyes roll into the back of her head as she falls backwards over a log behind her, her legs sticking straight up into the air-
Rayna Von Tosh: That is what happens when they meet a threat.
The Coach: Ladies and gentleman, in what's sure to be a heated contest, The Ministry take on two members of the Poison Trio! Don't miss any of the action! And....is she going to be OK?
-Coach peers down at Taylor who is still laying motionless after her shocking event. Rayna and Portia stand proudly beside the cauldron as the two items they tossed in create a batch of smoke that trails off into the night sky. And, of course, a full moon is present as well-
Portia Perez: The lame goth-kids AGAIN?
Rayna Von Tosh: Yes. Again.
Portia Perez: Didn't we just beat them like two weeks ago?
Rayna Von Tosh: We did. But, apparently, they didn't get enough last time. But just because we've beaten them before that doesn't mean that we should take them lightly. Besides, SOMEONE needs to bounce back after their loss.
-Rayna leans forward to give the center of Portia's nose a poke before she swipes it away and growls-
Portia Perez: That was luck. Nothing but pure, dumb, stupid, drunk skank luck.
Rayna Von Tosh: Whatever the case may be, we really can't afford to have that happen again. Losing a match at a pay per view isn't hot. At all. Do you want that resting on your shoulders?
-Rayna, knowing Portia fairly well, was quite aware that pressuring her Canadian friend would be more than enough to make her focus razor sharp and bring out her competitive edge-
Portia Perez: I'm not going to lose! Especially to a couple of freaks! I'll eat my own shoe before I'd ever let one of them get a pin over me.
Rayna Von Tosh: Ariel really seems to have it out for you.
Portia Perez: Whoopty-flippin-do. I'll kick her AND her boyfriends ass if they have any problems.
-Portia cracked her knuckles into her fist, itching for another shot at the Ministry member-
Rayna Von Tosh: Good. Because I really don't like all of this extra training. Glowing is maybe my least favorite thing.
Portia Perez: Glowing?
Rayna Von Tosh: Glowing. Women don't sweat, we glow. dear.
Portia Perez: ....Ugh.
-The dark haired diva rolled her eyes and began to perform a few stretches, crouching down onto one knee in the process. Rayna had something on her mind but seemed hesitant to speak. Eventually, she bit the bullet and spoke up-
Rayna Von Tosh: I want to talk to you about someone.
Portia Perez: Ariel and Allison Wonderland? Yeah, yeah. We've already fought 'em, I know what they can do. Blah blah, we're scary, yada yada.
Rayna Von Tosh: No. Not them. I want to talk to you about...
Brian Kendrick: Ladies.
-Almost as if on cue, the man Portia had seemed to form a "friendship" of sorts had made his presence. He entered the ring as Portia threw his arms around his neck in a hug, which he returned by squeezing her around the waist. Once the embrace was over, he took Rayna by the wrist-
Brian Kendrick: I don't think we've been introduced.
-Kendrick leaned downwards to kiss the red head's hand but she pulled away at the last moment-
Rayna Von Tosh: Charmed.
-Rayna took Portia by the shoulder and pulled her closer to her, whispering into her ear with a touch of agitation in her tone-
Rayna Von Tosh: Why is he here? We're supposed to be preparing without any distractions.
Portia Perez: He's not a distraction!
Brian Kendrick: Ladies, ladies. Let me speak my case. I'm here because I want to help you. We all have something in common here. All of us hate The Ministry. Let me accompany you down to the ring. They have about twenty something people in their little stable and I just want to make sure the odds are even. My intentions are pure.
Rayna Von Tosh: Thanks for the offer but we're completely cap....
Portia Perez: (piping in) Cool!
Brian Kendrick: There's my little spark plug.
Kendrick gave Portia a quick swat on the behind. She giggled and punched him rather roughly on the shoulder, which was apparently her way of showing affection-
Rayna Von Tosh: Did you just....giggle?
Brian Kendrick: Nice to meet you, Rayna. Portia..a pleasure as always. I'll see you both at Fanniversary.
-The former No-Limits and Tag Team champion departed from the ring and soon the entire gym entirely. Portia sort of stared off in a dreamy state while Rayna looked on in disapproval. But creating any friction was going to have to wait. They had the Ministry to deal with and this was the most pressing engagement on their minds.-
Rayna Von Tosh: Portia. Promise me your head is in the game. We can't let them beat us and I'm not going to accept any excuses if we don't get our arms raised.
-Portia snapped out of her momentary daze and turned to her partner with a smirk appearing on her face-
Portia Perez: That's cool. And if you let either one of them leave the ring without being carried off on a stretcher first, I won't accept any excuses either.
-The pair exchanged grins and nods. They had a common goal. Take down the Ministry. And they would train well into the night to ensure that it happened.-
****
-It was a spooky, dark late October night and there were nothing but three diva's and a helpless announcer gathered around a campfire. An owl from the tree's could be heard from the surrounding forest and it only added to the dire surroundings. A trio of figures stood over a black cauldron, stirring as smoke rose from it's bubbling contents. The Coach sat on a nearby log, watching in terror as the embers from the flame flickered around him. Terror or utter confusion. It was somewhat difficult to tell.-
Poison Trio: Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air.
The Coach: Umm....
Portia Perez: Shut UP, Coach.
-The trio were all dressed in matching black gowns and wide brimmed witch hat's. Although, Taylor's seemed a bit too large and hung over her eyes. All three stirred the ominous black pot with large, wooden sticks-
Rayna Von Tosh: Coach, have you never read Macbeth? Shakespeare?
The Coach: No, I'm afraid I haven't.
Rayna Von Tosh: I'm sure Allison Wonderland and Ariel haven't either.
Taylor Wilde: It's almost Halloween, silly! And we're the three witches!
Portia Perez: They represent chaos, darkness and conflict. And impending doom. ....Dumb ass.
Rayna Von Tosh: You see, Coach, Ariel and Allison would like you believe that they are terrifying and frightening. But all of it is just smoke and mirrors. They take up these persona's and looks to hide the fact that they don't have any real wrestling talent or ability. Scary lights, music and tricks are the only thing they have going for them. Maybe if they knew anything about the classics they would be as dark and evil as they wished they were.
Poison Trio: Double double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
-The three remove their hats and robes and toss them aside. Except for Taylor who keeps her hat on and removes the three crucial ingredients to making a smore from her robe. She places them to the end of the stick and begins heating up the snack-
Rayna Von Tosh: And that's where we're different. We actually DO have talent and ability and we don't need any of that to be successful. We proved that the first time we beat them and we're more than ready to educate them again.
The Coach: It seems as though you have been at odds with The Ministry since they arrived. Particularly you Portia. You've had a few heated confrontations with Ariel as of late.
Portia Perez: And she seems to think I'm afraid of her. Did it look like I was afraid of her when I was pounding her face in the last time we met? And I guess that I'm supposed to be worried now that she "means business". Whatever. She still looks like the same goofy, big boobed, fang-faced groupie to me. If she wants my soul she's going to have to take it from me but she doesn't have what it takes. Not her, not Allison Wonderland, not Mickie James or any of the fifty other trolls they've got piling up in that group. She calls Kevin Thorn master but after Fanniversary she's going to be laying at my feet. And she can lick my boots while she's down there too.
Do you know what Ariel is? A glorified valet. But me? I'm an actual wrestler. And I'll show her real quick the difference between a real wrestler and some ring rat that can barely toss on a headlock. Oh. And knows how to hang upside down. Yeah. She's just overflowing with skill and talent, huh?
The Coach: When dealing with The Ministry, you have to be prepared to contend with more members coming out of the shadows. You've got Allison Wonderland and her G-Spot....
-Portia and Rayna look to one another in both confusion and disgust before turning back to The Coach-
Portia and Rayna: Her WHAT?!
The Coach: T...The G-Spot. It's what she calls her move.
Taylor Wilde: What's a G-Spot?
Rayna Von Tosh: We'll explain later. This is a perfect example of how these two have no class whatsoever. And since Allison had SO much to say about me, I guess I'll cover her. Nice name by the way. Did you come up with that all by yourself?
Portia Perez: Yeah, what are you? Justin Credible's niece or something?
Rayna Von Tosh: Allison sure can talk a lot for someone who has a single win under her belt over less than stellar competition. I guess those four long years you've been in the wrestling business haven't really paid off, have they? It looks to me that I don't have as much experience as you but in this short time I've already surpassed you. Not to mention I've got far more brains and natural beauty than she can ever hope for. But that goes without saying. And she called me a lap dog? A third wheel? Honey, you really don't understand, do you? We're a TEAM here.
-Rayna throws her arms around the shoulders or her two shorter cohorts-
Rayna Von Tosh: If one of us is successful then ALL of us is successful. Since we formed we've only had one loss to our name. We've beaten former champions and other girls with FAR more talent than you or Ariel. I would say we've been pretty dominant thus far and we're going to continue that path. So maybe after we beat you two again you will learn a little common sense and grow smart enough to keep our names out of your filthy mouths.
-Portia scoops her discarded robe off of the floor, dusts it off and pulls a pair of novelty, cheap fanged teeth from it. Just like the kind you could buy at a Halloween store this time of year.-
Portia Perez: See these? They represent Ariel. Phony, plastic and cheap. They couldn't scare a third-grader on their best day. A lot like that D-Grade Elvira.
-Portia flicks the teeth carelessly into the cauldron as they quickly become one with the bubbling brew.-
Rayna Von Tosh: And this....
-Rayna removes a ragged, white stuffed rabbit from the robe she was wearing previously. Taylor's eyes wide and she gasps in terror-
Taylor Wilde: NO! NOT THE BUNNY!
Rayna Von Tosh: ....this represents Allison. Much like the White Rabbit in the book she got her name from but has also probably never read. Because in reality, behind everything she tries to convey, she's nothing but a scared, helpless, little bunny. And do you know what happens to scared, helpless little bunnies when they come across a threat?
-Rayna tosses the plush rabbit into the cauldron and it meets the same fate as the fangs before it. Meanwhile, Taylor's eyes roll into the back of her head as she falls backwards over a log behind her, her legs sticking straight up into the air-
Rayna Von Tosh: That is what happens when they meet a threat.
The Coach: Ladies and gentleman, in what's sure to be a heated contest, The Ministry take on two members of the Poison Trio! Don't miss any of the action! And....is she going to be OK?
-Coach peers down at Taylor who is still laying motionless after her shocking event. Rayna and Portia stand proudly beside the cauldron as the two items they tossed in create a batch of smoke that trails off into the night sky. And, of course, a full moon is present as well-