The push for tag titles(o2a)

[KITSU]

KITSU was down about her partners recent slump, but it was 2 losses to KITSU, then a triple threat match. No biggie right?
Crymson thought it was. So KITSU needed to do the dirty work, and that was lure unsuspecting women into being the example made, so they could get some tag gold, money, and merch on the go.

KITSU ignores the "cut" sign from the officials in the back, grabbing a mic, and heads out onto the rampway where she opens a challenge, to anyone, or any two women who want to help push for a debutante tag gold division.

Haiiii ^.^
KITSU and Crymson want to make tag division for girls, and have big title belts that make men drool.
We are most dominant duo in GCW now and forever. Even better then Jyndal and Tor...yellow guy who look funny.
So what KITSU needs are to, ummm what did Crymson say to KITSU?
Two Sacramento lambs for sergeant slaughter. Don't know why he need them from Sacramento, they just going lose like they are from Toledo, or Albuquerque.
Bugs Bunny always make wrong turn there. He's funny rabbit.

Poor young and innocent KITSU. She was sidetracked, misquoted Crymson and basicly had made a mockery of the art of the open challenge. Could she ever get it right?

Ya, so any two lambs who want slaughter, and help make belt demand so KITSU and Crymson can have belts, we are ready, and we want fight tonigt on ABSOLUTION

Cheap pop for the pay per view, which is then cut off by.....

[Kim Hunter]

***Silverstein, My Heroine it only meant one thing. Kim Hunter. Busting her way onto the stage with her own microphone she stood there looking at Kitsu. Grinning.***

Well well, so you decide to dodge me in a rematch singles wise to team with your girlfriend to "prove a point" about a necessary tag division is it ??

Well here you go, you've got a competitor and I will take anyone for my partner who's willing to do the job. I have a problem with the girl offering the challenge and her partner, it's best to help me, because hindering me is only gonna make it hard on you all.

***She was VERY direct in her need of another Debutante to step forward as her partner***

[Aphrodite]

It has been demanded. It is answered by her will. Not the will of the yelling purple harlot, but the one whome is appearing at this very moment. A gold hue shines over the arena, an enchanting beat hitting the PA systems. "Down... Down... Down boy Down... Down boy... Down boy Down..." echoes throughout the people that are bearing witness to this spectacle. A beautiful woman appears in the midst of it all, long, flowing white dress surrounds her.

"Ask... and ye shall receive."

Her voice was heavenly, yet commanding, with hints of seductiveness. Whistles can be heard coming from the stands, yet she paid them no mind. Her attention turned to the Japanese girl with large breasts. She takes in the appearance of the undefeated Debutante.

"Aren't you adorable? High hopes, championship dreams. Attention-Seeking behavior... leading you down the path of delusion."

"A delusion, that shields you from what it is that she's doing. Having you be the run-around girl... asking for something that which can not be granted. Playing with your hopes, your championship dreams, your aspirations for being here in the GCW. Making you her puppet. Case in point?"

Her smile is elegant, yet sadistic at the prodding points.

"Where, oh where, is this tag team partner that has sent you on your little errand?"

"Figure it out. Because you have yourself a fight on your hand. From the Goddess herself, Aphrodite."

She motions toward the harlot...

"And whomever this trash is that screamed for some divine intervention."

[KITSU]

Your no divine. KITSU know your just blonde in white clothing. Make believe big deal. Make boys hearts thump hard for you. No work on KITSU. No work tricking KITSU into thinking bad thoughts of Crymson either. She help KITSU, but KITSU smart enough to know she can do on her own.

Crymson is KITSUs friend, not enemy. Same as Hunter, she pretend to no like KITSU, but deep inside, she laugh and know she foolish.

Deep down, KITSU did wonder where Crymson was. Though she knew Crymson needed time to concentrate and clear her head before the show was truly on.
KITSU was also intimidated somewhat by the appearance of a new women. She watched tapes of the other debutantes, but this new girl in white, wasn't on any tape.

Lesson 2: Crymson said that if you ever feel afraid, or intimidated, you must cover it up with whatever works. This way, your opponent feels inadequate in their intimidation factor.

Why you want team with girl who lose to KITSU anyway. If you smart, then you know she no good. She no beat me, nobody beat KITSU ever. That make KITSU champion already, no need belt for that. But belt make money for KITSU, KITSU need money.

She stopped there as someone began taking over the talking portion

[Aphrodite]

"Mmm... so it is truly money that you seek?"

A pondering gaze at the pointed out loser, before turning her eyes back to KITSU.

"Amazing. You are... aware that you earn Crymson her keep as well... yes? You know that you don't get it all... that you're technically paying her for not being at your side."

She reached high in the air, arching her elbow so that her hand went behind her head. She grasped a ribbon from her dress tied beyond her head. A slight tug, and the dress collapses off of her upper torso. Her beautiful breasts, restrained by wrestling gear were exposed. The fabric slips past a heavily toned abdomen, draping down powerful looking thighs, before collapsing in a heap around her white, leather-booted ankles. She steps from the removed garment, studying her future prey with her eyes.

"Even more so... you're paying her to not be here at your most threatened of moments. Yes... I can see it in your eyes..."

She stepped toward KITSU, who, to Aphrodite, seemed to be swimming in discomfort. She leaned toward her, the luscious scent about her swirling into KITSU's nostrils.

"I... am the variable. You... stepped forward to assurance on a weekly basis... yet it is I who has the benefit here. This tramp..."

She motions back toward Hunter...

"Is irrelevant. A person in my corner for an open match that is on the Absolution card... the signifying night of my debut. Whereas you... you're teaming with the heartbreaking disappointment yourself."

Aphrodite nods, looking KITSU dead in the eyes.

"It's awfully hypocritical of you... to cast the idiocy banner my way... when it is you that are doing the absolute same. Also... at least my partner is... not only out here... but here at the show at all. What kind of assurance can you give us that you're not walking into a handicap match?"

"Aphrodite shall smile kindness on you. I will let the governing body of this wrestling federation know about your future tonight. The question that everybody will find out, is will this be a tag team, or a handicap match?"

"I guess I'll have to adjourn you... so that you may try to find out before the rest of us do... hm? Will we see KITSU against Aphrodite and this insignificant woman behind me? Or will we see KITSU and... Crymson, against the aforementioned pair? Go and find out... I myself? I like surprises... and look to see one in about... twenty minutes? Before match time? Yes... bye, bye... girl..."

[KITSU]

KITSU just stood there, not knowing what to say, or do.
Was Crymson there tonight?
Was she going to show up for the match?
Why was there any doubt about Crymson?
Damn you Aphrodite!!!

. . . .

What now?

[Aphrodite]

"Time's a wasting..."

Aphrodite's hazel eyes pierced into KITSU's soul as she sought the answer for her own brewing questions, courtesy of Aphrodite's prodding. Satisfied, she looks back to Kim Hunter.

"See you in the ring. Try not to trailer trash it up too much before I arrive..."

An arrogant wave of her hand dismisses both from her presence. She looks at the heap of white fabric on the ground before snapping her fingers. A production assistant hurriedly rushed out, gathering up the dress. He trotted quickly behind Aphrodite as she made her way to the back, leaving Kim and KITSU to gather their bearings, and in KITSU's case, find her partner.

[Kim Hunter]

***Kim stared at this girl, not only did she remind her of someone from the past, but she was absolutely fucking annoying. Maybe just
asking for a partner was a bad idea.***

A harlot, a tramp eh ??

At least I don't play make-believe, pretending I'm sort of goddess,
I already know I am one in this business. Anyone who says otherwise
doesn't really know me. Sure there's been a couple losses but who
doesn't have some of those. You on the other hand, fuck, maybe I
should've thought before I just called for a partner from the
back there.

Look what I got....this loser, next thing you know two more people
are gonna come out blabbering I am Zeus, I am Hercules....sure, ya,
the Greek gods are cool. Thinking you are one, whatever........

I guess I'll use you.

***She returned her attention to Kitsu***

Well, I hope you're ready for this....you and your little gal pal
Crymson.

[Crymson]

***Meanwhile... Backstage

"Miss Arlett... are you in there? Come one, we're being informed that your partner's found you a match and it's almost time..."

The assistant knocks loudly. "You're positive you saw her tonight, right, Mark?"

"Yeah... she signed a poster for me to give to my daughter... I know for a fact she's here. She even went in that room..."

"Fuck, this door's locked. We gotta get in there and make sure that everything is alright then..."

This is the part where panic settles in. This is wrestling: Anything is possible behind a locked door. Injured person, unconscious person, person in sexual position, person doing drugs, or, scariest of all, dead person. "Yeah, this is real weird. She's not normally hiding from everybody else, Bill. I hope she's not even in there."

"Time to find out..." he replies, jimmying the lock open and pushing the door open. "Miss Arlett?"

The room was dark. He fumbled to the side for a light switch. Finally, he found it, wincing his eyes as light flooded in, constricting his pupils. "Fuck..."

"What is it?" Mark came rushing up, asking...

"Not a damn thing. Her bag is here, and it's open, and the ring attire is still in it. Fuck! You got your wish, she's not here... that means we have no clue where she is and whether or not she's alright. She normally never does this either..."

Quickly, he grabs his radio, holding it to his mouth... "We have a problem. Crymson is no where to be found."