Authors Note: The Sam Raine/Brittany Lohan relationship is a cross promotional effort from Rick and I. Since I don't run B-Lo here for obvious reasons, I'm posting any Lohan/Sam Raine related rps here to keep you up to date but also as a reference point to anything Rick may write in the future. I included the promo just because.
The Seven Stages of Hell match is a brutal gauntlet style match Brittany Lohan smirks at the thought at. For a normal functioning human being the idea of competing in seven straight matches in one night on the surface appears inhumane. From personal experience Brittany knows it takes a level of inhuman endurance to compete at a main event level for potentially seven straight matches. You need to block out the pain. Fight through the fatigue. Summon every fiber of your being to prove you're the best.
Two years ago Brittany Lohan wasn't competing for a championship, her goal was test her mettle against Angelica Jones. Losing to Angelica wasn't the nail in the coffin for her, oh no, she earned something far greater then the honor or beating a hall of famer in her own match. She earned the respect of every wrestler in the back. No one could question her toughness. Her will to compete. If she could survive Seven Stages of Hell against one of the most psychotic women in the business the sky was the limit. Two years later, Brittany doesn't care about respect. The final leg of her triple crown achievement is waiting patiently on the horizon, becoming MCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Becoming champion was all she could fantasize about for three weeks. Getting shot with a fireball by The Syndicates own Greg Venom didn't matter, Glory Braddock's surprise announcement on how she planned on retiring no matter what didn't register. In her mind they were mere pawns playing their role in her ultimate career achievement. From experience she knew Seven Stages of Hell wouldn't be easy. Going to battle against two competitors instead of one, especially when one of those competitors have given her headaches the past two years is a challenge Lohan felt she was perfectly prepared for. Two years ago Seven Stages of Hell made Lohan a legend. Two years later, Seven Stages of Hell will make her champion.
She had to wait three weeks to step into hell. After the final Mayhem before Purgatory she flew back to Vegas. She spent 90% of her time training for the match. She reviewed her own seven stages of hell experience. She reviewed every match Glory Braddock competed in the last three years. FWA. MCW. MWA. GDW. No wrestling company would be left unturned. No match would be left to chance. If there was a weakness in Glory's arsenal she would be ready for it. She didn't forget about Greg. Her focus was mainly on, Gloria, rightfully so. She could not completely ignore the man who shot a fireball in her face to become the Whitecloud Tag Team Champion. She studied every Greg Venom match she could find. She left no stone unturned.
Burying herself in wrestling footage soon became tiresome, she felt like memorized every move both her competitors would use in their assortment of matches. She needed to train. Going to the gym proved to be relaxing. Pumping iron always soothed the savage beast within one of the most dominant women in the wrestling business. Fresh off a one hour workout she went back to her Las Vegas apartment. She walked up the steps to her room. She wrapped her hand around the doorknob. Pushing the door open she was welcomed by an pleasantly unwelcomed sight. Laying on her queen size bed was a golden blond haired bombshell by the name of Samantha Raine.
The history between these two blonds dates all the back to Global Division of Wrestling. In 2010 they competed in an Insanity Cage match that saw four teams of three fight through a massive multi layered cage hoping to escape with one of four briefcases. Brittany and Sam left with the briefcases containing each half of the World Tag Team Championships. In a shocking move Brittany joined Sam's stable Hidden Desires mainly to protect Marie Annabelle Williams. Hidden Desires was a group comprised of the most beautiful women in the world. If it wasn't for Lohan promising Angelica she'd keep a close eye on her daughter, her joining HD would had never happened.
From there Sam and Blo would became friends, then enemies when Sam turned her back on Brittany in an attempt to motivate her to chase what Sam held at the time, the GDW Undisputed Championship. From the time leading up to the ending of HD, Blo and Sam forged an off screen love affair that lasted until the end of HD. But the bond that binded them was stronger then a stable break up, and Blo putting Sam on the shelf. Lohan was one of the first people to find about Sam's daughter AJ.
Lohan smirked. Seeing Sam show up unannounced was a reversal of roles. Lohan was accustomed to breaking into other peoples homes without a care of a possible consequence. She knew her friends wouldn't call the cops on her. One time Glory did, that was at the beginning stages of there newly minted Twisted and Sadistic partnership. She had done this several times with Sam in the past. Turnabout is fair play. Lohan dropped her gym bag. Finally, her eyes meet Sam's.
“I'm curious, how did you get in here? I'm not complaining. Just didn't fancy you to be the breaking and entering type.”
"I'm not, but you know I'm devious as quite a few have said." Sam said, as propped herself up on her elbows with a smirk on her face. She bites her bottom lip briefly before adding: "I made a copy of your key the last time you 'visited' my home."
There was no need for Brittany to close the door. Her sister wasn't there. She had a Purgatory match to prepare for too. She knew Dawn wouldn't arrive home for a couple of hours. Where Dawn was was of no consequence to her, as long as her sister didn't show up at the most inconvenient of times.
Lohan joined Sam on the bed. “You should show up unannounced more often.”
"I would, but considering I'm not sure how your sister would react to me..." Sam paused, for a moment in the ring Sam hasn't really had much in the line interaction with Dawn. However, there was the one time that Sam brought her down as a guest on her segment show "The Down Pour" and brutally assaulted her.
Lohan rested a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder. “I swear my sister is like Mother Theresa reincarnated. She forgave you for assaulting her along time ago. Dawn understands why you did what you did. You should thank her actually. Because if I didn't have Dawn as an example of what a good person should be, I would not had become a quick believer of your attitude change. I did put you on a shelf for awhile. I'm surprised you didn't want immediate vengeance.”
"Guilt. Guilt is what kept me from seeking vengeance... that and you putting me on the shelf when you did saved my little girl. Had I not have gotten injured when I did... I would have kept wrestling and could have lost my baby." Sam said, thoughtfully as when she found out she was pregnant she wasn't too thrilled about it. However, since having her daughter she doesn't know what she would have done if she lost her.
"I was actually talking more about the fact that I have a daughter and I'm married. I doubt she would understand our relationship." Sam says, "Even if we told her that Chance gave us his blessing for this relationship to continue."
“Half the time I don't understand our relationship.” Brittany chuckles. For years Brittany had prided herself on being a one woman wrecking machine. She didn't foresee a space in her heart for love or any other emotion related to happiness. Sam Raine made her happy. Sharing the love of her life with another man didn't bother her. As long as Chance made her happy and didn't compromise her life she had no issues with him.
“Dawn doesn't have to understand or accept what we share. Being with you helps level me, Sam. You're part of the reason why I'm not the monster I used to be. Part of me tried so hard to purge the light out of me. I had ill meaning morons whisper in my ear how I was weak. How I needed to revert back to that woman. I can't be that woman anymore. I'm still an ass kicker. That won't change. I don't want to be a monster anymore, especially when I have you in my life.” Brittany smirked.
Sam smirked herself as she leaned over and give Brittany a kiss. "Don't you wish you were still that monster heading in to this match at Purgatory? Seems like a match only a monster could win. Just the thought of this match has me wanting to break out the whips and chains." Sam said, with a huge smile on her face as she thinks of all the things they could do with the whips and chains.
Brittany shook her head. “Not this time, Sam. Especially when it comes to Glory. I tried the uncontrollable monster routine with her in the past. No matter how much I maimed her body into a state of unrest she always got back up. Sometimes I wonder if she thrives off pain.” Lohan shrugs. “A monster doesn't care about winning titles. I want to become the new MCW World Heavyweight Champion, and to do that, I can't lose myself in the darkness. I can't revert back into a raging beast.” Lohan leaned in to return Sam's kiss. “So I take it you already saw what's in my box of favorite toys under the bed.” Lohan licks her lips.
"I might have taken a peek, but I might have something to help be a raging monster yet stay completely in control." Sam says, "It's something that I have realized when it comes to A.J. just the thought of someone doing something to her brings out something in me that I didn't think I had."
Sam paused, again as she bit her bottom lip again. "I want you to be A.J's god mother. Just think of them trying to do some to her and it could be a way to temporarily bring out the monster, but be in control of it."
Brittany blinked twice. Of all the request Brittany has received in her life, godmother was a request she didn't feel the need to prepare a response for. Who in there right mind would ask a clinically diagnosed psychopath to watch over their daughter? Lately Brittany has started to question the validity of her previous diagnosis. If she was the heartless monster she has been painted to be, she could not sustain a relationship with Sam for as long as she has. No doubt Brittany has her issues. Psychopath might not be one of them. She ran her fingers through her hair, regaining her composure. Her instincts told her to hug Sam which she did without second thought. Combing her hands through Sam's golden blonde hair Brittany whispered comfortably.
"Of course I'll be AJ's godmother."
"And here I thought you at least be a little hesitant about it." Sam says, before she gives Brittany another kiss. "Color me pleasantly surprised."
“For the longest time I've wanted a normal life. I have that now. Dawn is more important to me then I originally thought. I can't see myself surviving without the friendships I've made. My friendship with Glory is complicated. Never thought her and I would be good friends in spite of everything we've put each other through. I'm happy. And then there's you.”Brittany returns Sams kiss.“There's nothing normal about our connection. And there's nothing normal about another man sharing his wife with another woman.” Brittany shakes her head. “What I'm trying to say, I'm tired of living my life in an abyss of darkness. I owe you more then anyone. It'll be my honor to protect your little girl. Enough of this mushy stuff. You didn't come here to hear me go Lifetime channel on you did you?” Brittany smirks.
"Well there are some that say I'm a natural born starlet, but now there's a burning question... what do we use from your box of toys first." Sam says, as she slides off the bed to get the box out from underneath it.
There's a reason why Gloria Williams Braddock is the best wrestler in the world. She's the toughest woman I've ever stood in the ring against. Two years ago I was fresh off a Seven Stages of Hell classic against Angelica Jones. In spite of feeling like I had gotten ran down by a commuter rail train I was motivated as hell to take her down. I had Angelica Jones by my side. Her knowledge of the business was supposed to be the difference. I walked into my Motor City Championship match believing it was my birthright to become champion. Mowing down Gloria should had been easy right? I was wrong. She overcame everything I threw at her. And then our rematch happened. Again, I unloaded the house at her. I was driven by an overwhelming desire to kick her ass. Again, she overcame everything I unloaded on her. And I can't forget about last years Purgatory, Hell in a Cell. That was my match. My rules. My conditions. That was supposed to be my time to shine. Again I was wrong. It didn't matter if it was a cage. A regular match. We could had fought in the parking lot. No matter the circumstance Gloria digs into the depths of her being to overcome the odds.
How would you feel? No matter what you do, no matter how much punishment you unload on a person. No matter how much you drive yourself insane, that one person ALWAYS finds a way to win. Knowing that this will be her last match I know, without question, Gloria will not give up. She'll fight this match like its her last because it might as well be. And what makes this match harder, she finally realized why she fights. Not for championships. Not for pride, but for each and every single one of you. How can I compete against that? I've never fought for you fans. I've always fought for myself. History pretty much dictates what's going to happen. No matter what I do, no matter what Greg does, Gloria Braddock will dig deep, feed off your emotions, she'll will herself through all seven stages of hell to give you fans what you want.... your happy ending.
I HATE OTHER PEOPLES HAPPY ENDINGS!
Gloria, watching you walk out of Purgatory still Heavyweight Champion will make me physically and emotionally ill! Not because I hate you. I love you, Gloria. I have weird way of showing it at times but I do. To a woman, you've made me a better wrestler. Thanks to you I am not the monster I once was. Yeah, Jackson Adams had this grand plan of baiting me to become the monster I was before I met you. He seems to think I was better before I established a connection with your family. He's wrong. Before you I was as close to an animal as one human being could be. I ignored my sister. I focused solely on maiming anything that stood in my way. Thanks to Angelica I started valuing the meaning of family. Thanks to you, I value the meaning of friendship. Thanks to our rivalry I became a better and more determined wrestler. You're the one I always aimed to overcome. I always knew I was better then the rest of this roster. Being better then you? Means more to me then the Heavyweight title itself. If I can't beat you I don't deserve to be here.
But here's where you leaving Purgatory champion makes me ill comes into play! You love the fans? I despise them. I hate them for overlooking me my entire three years here. When we formed Twisted and Sadistic I became a double champion first, I became the Whitecloud and Motor City Champion before you won the Heavyweight Championship. Did anyone speak about how dominant I was? Did anyone praise us as a team? No. You received the spotlight. All anyone talked about was how you were going to walk out of Purgatory champion. That you were the true face of Motor City Wrestling. I don't hate you for being successful. I hate them for overlooking my accomplishments.
In the past when we went to war, your destruction was all I cared about. When that bell rings and the first of the seven stages begins, the only thing I give a damn about is A, becoming a Heavyweight champion, and B, shoving my accomplishment in your followers faces. Nothing would make me happier then watching all your fans heart sink to the pit of their stomach. When all the little Glorymaniacs faces sag at the thought of you NOT riding off into the sunshine still Heavyweight Champion, that will put a smile on my face. I thrive off the misery of others. I salivate at the thought of proving people wrong. I am not in your shadow. I am not an afterthought in the bowels of MCW history. I'm just as good as you are it. I know it. Its about time they accept it. And they will. Mark, my, words.
Don't think I forgot about you, Greg. Your two tag team victories against Dawnie and me mean nothing. You can wear the Whitecloud World Tag Team Championships forever for all I care. Been there. Done it better. The only thing I care about is what hugs around the waist of Glory Braddock; the Heavyweight Championship. The only thing I care about is being the one to end her title reign. Everything thats happened between us from the time our match was announced until now has been mere foreplay. That's right. Foreplay. When the bell rings Greg I will show you what I'm truly capable of.
History lesson, the only person who walked into a seven stages of hell match with me is currently resting comfortably inside a padded cell. Angelica may had won that match, but I was the one who nailed one of the final nails in her mental emotional coffin. I forced The Dragon to dig into the deaths of her mental hell to lay waist to me. If I can drive a legend, a former Heavyweight Champion, and a Hall of Famer in more then one wrestling company into a room surrounded in padding think what I'm going to do to a man who shot a fireball in my face? The difference between you and Angelica, I didn't hate her walking into this style of match. You? You've given me every reason to mutilate you. I don't appreciate the fireball, Greg. I don't appreciate you and your Syndicate thinking you can use Dawnie and me as selling points to your dominance. Screw Mark. Screw Sophie. Screw you you son of a bitch! I'm coming for you. The Syndicate will not end Purgatory the same way you ended the last two Mayhems. I guarantee that.
Three years I have been one of the most dominant performers in Motor City Wrestling history. For three years, I have fought, scratched, and clawed my way to the top. For three years I have watched everyone who didn't deserve their opportunity ascend ahead of me. And for three years I have not received the credit I'm due. In one night I can silence the world. I can defeat two of the best wrestlers this company has to offer to cash in on an opportunity that has alluded me for so long. This being my second Heavyweight Championship opportunity in three years is a crime. Thanks Kayla. Thanks for making things right. I'm going to make this opportunity count.
Greg, Gloria, there will be no happy ending for either of you. I'm the only one who will walk out of Purgatory happy. That's the way it was meant to be. So get on your knees, and bow down to your NEEEEEEW MCW WORLD, HEAVYWEIGHT, CHAMPION. Brittany... Lohan.