(Bull-naza Battle royal) Blood of the Masses

[Jori]

Chicago Illinois. 

The large German man walked down the corridor past Knucks door and ascended up the stairs to his newest acquisition. Armand Van Krauss had already sealed the deal with filth factory to represent his brand on the abroad PPV Supremacy. They would execute their opponents he had no doubt. No, the man was here for a different matter. He needed an unorthodox superstar for such an unorthodox match. His newest hire was perfect for the Bull-naza Battle royal. She may not be as big or as strong as the rest of the participants, but Armand could guaran-damn-tee she was the craziest.


The man had come and gone. Another mission. More victims. Cheyenne grinned as she squatted near the overturned remains of what once was a leather sofa reading the files. The fiery-haired woman had barb wire biting and piercing her completely exposed body. Her naked pale freckled flesh had droplets of blood dripping all over. If she was in pain she showed no signs. Anarchy 45 she would break the savior Isaiah Zepp, and just short few weeks later she would dismantle every other Feds representative. The short woman twisted and contorted her body causing it to ooze blood more as she slowly and awkwardly stood, the camera only showing safe to air parts that might even end up blurred.thousands of Cockroaches hang by their mandibles from the woman's open abrasions feasting on her torn flesh. The woman throws her red mane back laughing.


“Going on a cruise. Yessss. My darlings. We shall be going on a wonderful boat ride. A boat ride with a purpose though babies. The boss has signed us up to represent him.” She suddenly stares forward and solely.
“NO! No no no. We fight for us. But the battle royal. Yes, break the brawlers. Batter the heroes. Chop down the giants.” She growls that last part out.
Cheyenne drags a painted nail over a wound just above her pierced belly button, getting a blood and insect mixture on top of her fingernail. The woman sticks the concoction into her mouth, sucking her finger long and hard. Her emerald orbs slightly rolling back into her head.


“Mmm. Big strong. Robotic. Dangerous. Haha yes maybe. But they all have the same downfall. They are a man. All bones break equally. I will snap the fingers and twist the ankles. All bodies break, even the bot's body has its weaknesses. Mmm” she runs her hand down her body smearing blood across her pale body.


The woman suddenly swoons and falls backward over the overturned couch. After a few new it moments laughter can be heard and the demented woman's face reappears with a huge grin on it. The barbed wire shifted and is cutting into her face across her right eye.


“Good. Evil. Flesh. Metal. Mmm Cheyenne does not care. Future. Legend. Cheyenne has broken one cowboy. Haha, I will have broken the savior of R...Sss...Dubah by the time this ship sets sail.” Her eyes glaze over and she stands, wobbly legged using the couch to hold her up.


“Yes, yes my babies!!” she shouts. Her face is paler than normal. “Bring the pain all you generic brawlers, the future men, and robots, hurt me. Break me! Yes! Conquer. But never destroy. My babies and I shall always crawl back out from underfoot and pick the scraps.” Her green eyes glaze over again and she turns abruptly headbutting the wall, embedding the wire spikes deeper into her face.


“To the victor go the spoils” she hisses through a smirk, as her bloody and battered body falls limply against the wall. It leaves a streak of blood and flesh. As the camera pans out we hear the weak demented laughter of the newest member of RSW.