Post by vastrix on Jan 3, 2022 6:54:15 GMT -5
(Continuing from xhf09.proboards.com/thread/23104/freedom-price-nathan-parker-rp)
In a wrestling ring set up in a meeting room at a local hotel that Isabella has rented the entire hotel for. Isabella von Krauss runs at Nathan Parker, who ducks under a lariat. Isabella stops in her tracks, spinning around to slam Nathan in the back with a roundhouse kick that sends him chest first into the ropes.
Isabella catches him on the rebound from the ropes from behind for a German suplex. Sh jumps to her feet and puts her hands on her knees as she stands over the downed Nathan Parker.
Isabella von Krauss: Come on, Nathan. Show me the same brutality that you did to my car. Maybe if you can slip a move in, I’ll let you fuck me.
Nathan Parker: I don’t fucking want to fuck you. Go fuck yourself!
Nathan sits up, but is struck with a moonsault ax kick to the shoulder upon getting into the seated position. He goes down like a fat kid on a seesaw. Isabella takes aim and punt kicks the side of Nathan’s face to send a spray of blood and spittle across the mat.
Isabella von Krauss: What? Am I not pretty enough for you to want to fuck? Are you a fucking gay? What?
Nathan works his way back to a kneeling position as he tries to get up, blood trickles from the corners of his mouth as he looks up at her.
Nathan Parker: You’re just too much of a skank ho bitch. I wouldn’t use David Goon’s dick to fuck you and I hate his guts.
Isabella von Krauss: Hrumph.
Isabella casually hits an ear pop that sends Nathan back down to the mat while clutching at his ears.
Isabella von Krauss: I watched you fight David Goon and I thought to myself. What a man. He could be the one who could elevate my fighting style to the next level so I can take on David Berg and beat the ever living crap out of him. I thought that this was a man’s man that could make my womanly being blossom. I guess I was wrong.
Another casual punt kick to the side of Nathan’s face, this time catching him in the nose. He falls back to the mat, his nose to it as he bleeds and snots everywhere.
Isabella von Krauss: Maybe I should be the man in this relationship we have, Nathan. I should have the dick and fuck you right in the asshole. What do you think?
Nathan Parker: I think ROT IN HELL!
Nathan leaps up into the air for a leaping uppercut, but Isabella steps back and is able to slam home a knee into Nathan’s midsection. It was a hard hit as Nathan falls back down to the mat on all fours and starts coughing up blood onto the mat. Isabella slips behind him, grabs him by the waist, and begins to dry hump him for a few seconds before jumping up onto his back to shove his face into the mat once again.
Isabella von Krauss: How did that feel? I made you my bitch. Like it? Of course you do. You’re not a man, but something of a little bitch. Hohoho, Humhumhum!
The skinny men who are dressed up as clowns, but are for certain not twins get into the ring. They are in coveralls, but they are matching red with face paint as if done by a blind clown.
Hohoho: Yeah, boss?
Humhumhum: Boss, whatdoyawant?
Isabella motions to the downed Nathan Parker.
Isabella von Krauss: Take him, douse him with a bottle of rum, and throw him into the arena’s trash bin. The NLW people will decide if he can wrestle a match or if he needs to go back to jail.
The not-twins drag the bloody Nathan away, leaving a trail of blood. Isabella turns back to the camera with a winning smile.
Isabella von Krauss: What? I’m terribly awesome just like my parents, Armand and Esmeralda von Krauss. David Berg. I kind of assumed that you were Jewish from the name. Related to Goldberg are we or is that just you stealing the last name of someone infinitely more famous than you?
I guess it doesn’t really matter here. You see how I treated Nathan Parker? That’s how I’m going to treat you. It’s going to be a bloodbath of my hitting all of the moves and you bleeding out across the mat. Maybe I will use your blood to make a pretty picture on the mat for the fans to see. Or, maybe not. I tell you what. He fucked up my car, something that money solved with ease. What do you think I’m going to do to you?
You know, maybe I buy some unwitting people some Palestinian flags to wave. The people won’t know what the fuck they waving, just that I will promise them fifty bucks after the show to wave it. Then, after the show, I’m gone and they get no pay. Simple, right? Or I suppose I could pay them, because fuck money.
I will tear you down into your basic parts and then piss on them to let the world know that you have become my bitch.
See you in the ring, David Berg.
Isabella looks around for her not-twins.
Isabella von Krauss: Hohoho and Humhumhum? Where the fuck are you? I want to shower!
Hohoho and Humhumhum are no where to be found as they are dumping Nathan Parker off at the NLW arena dumpster. Isabella just shrugs. She can kick the ass of anyone trying to perv on her in the shower. Not that there would be anyone around since she rented the whole hotel for herself and her minions. She laughs in a self-satisfied way.
Isabella von Krauss: It’s good to be the princess.
In a wrestling ring set up in a meeting room at a local hotel that Isabella has rented the entire hotel for. Isabella von Krauss runs at Nathan Parker, who ducks under a lariat. Isabella stops in her tracks, spinning around to slam Nathan in the back with a roundhouse kick that sends him chest first into the ropes.
Isabella catches him on the rebound from the ropes from behind for a German suplex. Sh jumps to her feet and puts her hands on her knees as she stands over the downed Nathan Parker.
Isabella von Krauss: Come on, Nathan. Show me the same brutality that you did to my car. Maybe if you can slip a move in, I’ll let you fuck me.
Nathan Parker: I don’t fucking want to fuck you. Go fuck yourself!
Nathan sits up, but is struck with a moonsault ax kick to the shoulder upon getting into the seated position. He goes down like a fat kid on a seesaw. Isabella takes aim and punt kicks the side of Nathan’s face to send a spray of blood and spittle across the mat.
Isabella von Krauss: What? Am I not pretty enough for you to want to fuck? Are you a fucking gay? What?
Nathan works his way back to a kneeling position as he tries to get up, blood trickles from the corners of his mouth as he looks up at her.
Nathan Parker: You’re just too much of a skank ho bitch. I wouldn’t use David Goon’s dick to fuck you and I hate his guts.
Isabella von Krauss: Hrumph.
Isabella casually hits an ear pop that sends Nathan back down to the mat while clutching at his ears.
Isabella von Krauss: I watched you fight David Goon and I thought to myself. What a man. He could be the one who could elevate my fighting style to the next level so I can take on David Berg and beat the ever living crap out of him. I thought that this was a man’s man that could make my womanly being blossom. I guess I was wrong.
Another casual punt kick to the side of Nathan’s face, this time catching him in the nose. He falls back to the mat, his nose to it as he bleeds and snots everywhere.
Isabella von Krauss: Maybe I should be the man in this relationship we have, Nathan. I should have the dick and fuck you right in the asshole. What do you think?
Nathan Parker: I think ROT IN HELL!
Nathan leaps up into the air for a leaping uppercut, but Isabella steps back and is able to slam home a knee into Nathan’s midsection. It was a hard hit as Nathan falls back down to the mat on all fours and starts coughing up blood onto the mat. Isabella slips behind him, grabs him by the waist, and begins to dry hump him for a few seconds before jumping up onto his back to shove his face into the mat once again.
Isabella von Krauss: How did that feel? I made you my bitch. Like it? Of course you do. You’re not a man, but something of a little bitch. Hohoho, Humhumhum!
The skinny men who are dressed up as clowns, but are for certain not twins get into the ring. They are in coveralls, but they are matching red with face paint as if done by a blind clown.
Hohoho: Yeah, boss?
Humhumhum: Boss, whatdoyawant?
Isabella motions to the downed Nathan Parker.
Isabella von Krauss: Take him, douse him with a bottle of rum, and throw him into the arena’s trash bin. The NLW people will decide if he can wrestle a match or if he needs to go back to jail.
The not-twins drag the bloody Nathan away, leaving a trail of blood. Isabella turns back to the camera with a winning smile.
Isabella von Krauss: What? I’m terribly awesome just like my parents, Armand and Esmeralda von Krauss. David Berg. I kind of assumed that you were Jewish from the name. Related to Goldberg are we or is that just you stealing the last name of someone infinitely more famous than you?
I guess it doesn’t really matter here. You see how I treated Nathan Parker? That’s how I’m going to treat you. It’s going to be a bloodbath of my hitting all of the moves and you bleeding out across the mat. Maybe I will use your blood to make a pretty picture on the mat for the fans to see. Or, maybe not. I tell you what. He fucked up my car, something that money solved with ease. What do you think I’m going to do to you?
You know, maybe I buy some unwitting people some Palestinian flags to wave. The people won’t know what the fuck they waving, just that I will promise them fifty bucks after the show to wave it. Then, after the show, I’m gone and they get no pay. Simple, right? Or I suppose I could pay them, because fuck money.
I will tear you down into your basic parts and then piss on them to let the world know that you have become my bitch.
See you in the ring, David Berg.
Isabella looks around for her not-twins.
Isabella von Krauss: Hohoho and Humhumhum? Where the fuck are you? I want to shower!
Hohoho and Humhumhum are no where to be found as they are dumping Nathan Parker off at the NLW arena dumpster. Isabella just shrugs. She can kick the ass of anyone trying to perv on her in the shower. Not that there would be anyone around since she rented the whole hotel for herself and her minions. She laughs in a self-satisfied way.
Isabella von Krauss: It’s good to be the princess.
