Post by Jori on Jan 26, 2019 16:13:52 GMT -5
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.
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“Mame, Mame you can’t bring these bugs out into international waters.” the large customs man said dumping the leather satchel over the table.
The emerald orbs of the redhead handcuffed across the table doubled in size. The roaches scurried and fled the light. The woman jerked violently against the chains as the man squished one of the bugs.
“Why are you carrying these to a ship?” The man inquired.
“Kill you, future man! Leave my babies alone!!” She spat as she while rapidly jerking and twisting attempting to break free of her bonds.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” A large tanned finger squishes another insect, its guts gushing out from under its carnage.
“I will dismantle you! Pull your parts out and turn you into scrap metal! Let me go!!” The woman stood up and lashed out towards the smirking man. SNAP.
The paled woman fell back to her sit. A sharp pain shot through her right arm and she winced but briefly before she returned the man’s smirk.
“What are you smiling at you crazy bitch? Once I’m done killing these nasty thangs your Ass is going downtown after I rough you up bitch as well.”
She wasn’t listening though and as the man was occupied with stomping the bugs, the woman slid her hand out of the cuffs. There was another crack as she snapped her thumb back into place. Hearing the noise the man looked up. It was too late as in a blink of the eye he was up against the wall. The larger man’s wrist had been snatched, twisted and broken as he was pressed up against the wall with a simple wrist manipulation move.
“Cheyenne wants to play now, babies. Its ok now, time to play.” She sees the man reaching down for his walkie and applies more pressure to the broken wrist dropping the man to his knees in pain.
“Awe what the hell you want you demented bitch?” Tears were forming in the man’s eyes now.
But the woman’s eyes were glazed over. She was in another place now. She kicked the man Hard in the ribs repeatedly.
“No! No! No! He was a bad man! They are all bad men! Wrap them in barb wire. Beat with kendos. Yes….yes. They will bleed. Glass. Razors. Tacks.” She slowly calms as she goes on and on about different tools to hurt people.
She then stomps the man’s face into the wall before straightening her shirt and petite breast. She calmly walks out of the customs door and to the ship.
Hours later the woman walks into the ships bar. It’s full of barroom crawlers and roughnecks. The typical rowdy crowd. They catcall and make lewd suggestions as she reaches the bar.
“Water? A fine piece of ass like you needs a real drink” a tall drunk man said ordering two vodkas.
Cheyenne sipped the water and the man grinned and smacked her ass. Chey turned immediately twisting the man’s arm and arm dragging him over the bar. Many of the man’s drunk friends advanced upon the small lady.
“I will break you all! Smash and pin. No! You all will tap out!”
Cheyenne bit on man on the nose ducked a blow from another that ended up knocking out the bitten man instantly.
“Oh, yummy. Playtime already.” A large generic brawler connected a right hook on the woman knocking her flat. She lied daze for a few seconds and heard everyone beating the holy hell out of each other. A small grey scraggly mouse crept over to the downed woman and she smiled at it revealing her missing front tooth.
“Momma’s ok. They forget. Forget weapons are allowed. Forget the cuts of barbed wire that etch deep into the skin. Forget the chaos of the wilds” the woman rolled towards the mouse who scurried up her shoulder as she got to all fours and crawled under generic thugs and brawlers. She made it to the pool table and rose with a pool cue in hand. She cracked one man in the ribs, jabbed another in the neck before spinning and hitting a home run that knocked him down. A smaller fatter man met a cue strike to the groin and it was an 8 ball center pocket as the man dropped in tears. Many others started to back away as Cheyenne and her new friend went back to Drink the water. As the mouse took a sip the woman smiled once more.
“Armond will be pleased. Rsw will rise thanks to us my deary “ she used a green tipped outstretched finger to scratch the rodents chin.
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.
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“Mame, Mame you can’t bring these bugs out into international waters.” the large customs man said dumping the leather satchel over the table.
The emerald orbs of the redhead handcuffed across the table doubled in size. The roaches scurried and fled the light. The woman jerked violently against the chains as the man squished one of the bugs.
“Why are you carrying these to a ship?” The man inquired.
“Kill you, future man! Leave my babies alone!!” She spat as she while rapidly jerking and twisting attempting to break free of her bonds.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” A large tanned finger squishes another insect, its guts gushing out from under its carnage.
“I will dismantle you! Pull your parts out and turn you into scrap metal! Let me go!!” The woman stood up and lashed out towards the smirking man. SNAP.
The paled woman fell back to her sit. A sharp pain shot through her right arm and she winced but briefly before she returned the man’s smirk.
“What are you smiling at you crazy bitch? Once I’m done killing these nasty thangs your Ass is going downtown after I rough you up bitch as well.”
She wasn’t listening though and as the man was occupied with stomping the bugs, the woman slid her hand out of the cuffs. There was another crack as she snapped her thumb back into place. Hearing the noise the man looked up. It was too late as in a blink of the eye he was up against the wall. The larger man’s wrist had been snatched, twisted and broken as he was pressed up against the wall with a simple wrist manipulation move.
“Cheyenne wants to play now, babies. Its ok now, time to play.” She sees the man reaching down for his walkie and applies more pressure to the broken wrist dropping the man to his knees in pain.
“Awe what the hell you want you demented bitch?” Tears were forming in the man’s eyes now.
But the woman’s eyes were glazed over. She was in another place now. She kicked the man Hard in the ribs repeatedly.
“No! No! No! He was a bad man! They are all bad men! Wrap them in barb wire. Beat with kendos. Yes….yes. They will bleed. Glass. Razors. Tacks.” She slowly calms as she goes on and on about different tools to hurt people.
She then stomps the man’s face into the wall before straightening her shirt and petite breast. She calmly walks out of the customs door and to the ship.
Hours later the woman walks into the ships bar. It’s full of barroom crawlers and roughnecks. The typical rowdy crowd. They catcall and make lewd suggestions as she reaches the bar.
“Water? A fine piece of ass like you needs a real drink” a tall drunk man said ordering two vodkas.
Cheyenne sipped the water and the man grinned and smacked her ass. Chey turned immediately twisting the man’s arm and arm dragging him over the bar. Many of the man’s drunk friends advanced upon the small lady.
“I will break you all! Smash and pin. No! You all will tap out!”
Cheyenne bit on man on the nose ducked a blow from another that ended up knocking out the bitten man instantly.
“Oh, yummy. Playtime already.” A large generic brawler connected a right hook on the woman knocking her flat. She lied daze for a few seconds and heard everyone beating the holy hell out of each other. A small grey scraggly mouse crept over to the downed woman and she smiled at it revealing her missing front tooth.
“Momma’s ok. They forget. Forget weapons are allowed. Forget the cuts of barbed wire that etch deep into the skin. Forget the chaos of the wilds” the woman rolled towards the mouse who scurried up her shoulder as she got to all fours and crawled under generic thugs and brawlers. She made it to the pool table and rose with a pool cue in hand. She cracked one man in the ribs, jabbed another in the neck before spinning and hitting a home run that knocked him down. A smaller fatter man met a cue strike to the groin and it was an 8 ball center pocket as the man dropped in tears. Many others started to back away as Cheyenne and her new friend went back to Drink the water. As the mouse took a sip the woman smiled once more.
“Armond will be pleased. Rsw will rise thanks to us my deary “ she used a green tipped outstretched finger to scratch the rodents chin.