Post by Jori on Jan 30, 2019 18:15:05 GMT -5
Chicago a few days after the Supremacy pay per view. Cheyenne decided to come home first before heading across seas to the next Anarchy event. Her small pale frame was scarred all over from the barbed wire she wrapped around her body before going into the barb wired battle royal. She lost a lot of blood that night. She last remembered making it to a closet on board the ship before coughing up blood and passing out. That damn mechanical bear had not once but twice nearly crushed her to death. Lilith would have loved that stupid thing, maybe it could replace her lost toy she kept whining about. The read head looked down to the mechanical head she retrieved before disembarking the ship. Maybe she’d give this to the annoying brunette, maybe she would give it to her babies for a new playhouse instead. Chicago was a frigid negative thirty degrees Fahrenheit but that did not stop the obsessive warrior women from being out and about. If some species of her babies could live in negative sixty to seventy-degree weather, then she would weather the weather to get them food. Her long black leather boots clicked on the cold concrete as she round the corner. She abruptly stopped as a large man in a brown trench coat was talking to two young ladies. The girls were probably about thirteen and dressed in long sleeve shirts and leggings that came out from under their skirts. They must be out enjoying their day off school. The man said something and Chey noticed one of the girls, the one with brown hair looked nervous and ready to leave. But her blonde friend giggled and took something from the man. He attempted to reach out and grab the brown haired girls arm but she pulled away quickly. Cheyenne’s battered and scarred body tensed immediately. The large man reached out again along with the blonde girl, but both were cut off by an older woman who ran out from the store.
“I don’t think she wants what your selling man. And you” the brown-haired woman glares at the blonde preteen “This man is old enough to be your father. You shouldn’t be taking drugs and fucking around with him. You wanna end up like that wrestler Knucks and dry fuck filing cabinets?”
The large colored man was clearly angered by the new woman’s remarks. “Yo bitch, mind your own damn business why don't you. I am selling fine ass X here baby. And what the hell is wrong with Knucks he and that partner of his are my favorite rasslers on all the XHF network.”
The woman glared at the man before turning back to the children. “ get outta here before I call the cops.”
As the stranger turned back to the larger male he grabbed her by the throat. “Listen here slut, you can’t just come up in my hood taken my business from me ya hear?”
The young redhead had run away from her fifth foster home this month. None of them treated her like Mr. Greene did. But then did he truly love her? NO NO NO! He left her to die on these cold empty streets. She was sleeping in an old desk box behind an Office Depot. She had her typical nightmares that made her little legs kick as she slept but this one felt different. More real. She opened her emerald eyes to see black pubes as some man had her mouth forced open. His large hands kept the young girl from biting the sick fucks dick clean off. Her arms were pinned behind her back that was pressed against the brick wall. The cold and lack of oxygen made her weak kicks and body struggled uselessly as the sycophant kept thrusting. Young Cheyenne never cried. No that would be a weakness. She struggled until she passed out from the horror and lack of air.
Cheyenne rushed to the ladies side as the large black man slapped her again and again. The fiery red-head shoulder tackled the man’s left knee at full speed. He buckled and fell on top of the smaller scrawny woman, who just wrapped her arms around his thick throat and head. The sleep began to cut the dealers oxygen off but he was stronger and larger than his assailant. Upon realizing this he stood back up and attempted to pull the woman off him by her hair. He ripped a handful of hair from her head but was racked across the eyes as he tore the pale woman from his back. Cheyenne slammed hard into the wall, but she was up and back at the man before he had made more than a step towards her.
“What the fuck is it a crazy bitch in my business day?” He muttered as he threw a right her. Chey was lost in memory though and headbutted the fist. She dropped, her forehead bleeding profusely. The man recoiled not expecting the bitches head to hurt his hand so, and as he shook it in pain a four-inch heeled boot exploded his groin. He cried out FUCK as he fell to his knees clutching the family jewels. Chey was on the man in a heartbeat. She slammed a knee into his skull laying him out and then went to full mount and rained hammer fist on the man screaming die daddy die. She was eventually pulled off by the other woman and could see the young girls running away crying. The man was on the ground bleeding and convulsing.
“Come on hunny come on its ok.” The brown haired lady said taking Chey’s arm.
The bloodied red-head tried to resist but after beating three of the seven other men in the Bullnaza battle royal just a few short days ago and bleeding again she just didn’t have it in her.
“Names Jessie. I think you live upstairs from me come on.”
The two women make it back to Knucks apartment and Jessie gets Cheyenne cleaned up and slips into something more comfortable. The woman looked good noticed Cheyenne as she returned from her bedroom. Chey looked down at her own pasty skin and small b cups and compared them to the much more stunning woman that had shown her hospitality. She would never look like that. Was that a bad thing? Chey began punching herself in the face almost reopening the wound again if Jessie had not stopped her.
“You ok?” Stuttered Jessie not sure what kinda crazy she had brought into Anthony’s apartment.
The fragile woman shot her face into Jessie’s and pressed her green painted lips hard against the woman’s soft red painted lips. Then in a flash she shot up and ran upstairs, leaving Jessie dazed and confused.
Cheyenne reached her doorway, as the door itself still hung from a hing. She sniffed the air and a strong sulfur smell assaulted her nose and taste buds. She recoiled and cringed before bursting into the room. Dead roaches, flys, and spiders of all types littered the floor. Her overturned couch was full of dead insects as was the piles of dirty clothes strewn about. For the first time in forever the ginger dropped to her knees and tears poured from her freckled face.
Hours later the petite youth awoke. She was cold, hungry and bloody. Her clothes were torn and she knew what the evil man had done. She tried to move but she was way behind frostbite and exhaustion. She needed food and substance. She began to sob as she knew she would not be around much longer. She was weak and pathetic. Just as she had scolded her self, small roaches came scurrying out and around the wounded girl. Bugs had always seemed to come to Cheyenne. They played with her when no one at school would, comforted her when her parents ignored her, and distracted her when her father paid to much attention. This time it was different though. They swarmed her body. The insects gathered around her lower regions and everywhere else blood could be seen. At first, she attempted to recoil but even if it wouldn’t have been futile due to the cold, she quickly would have stopped. The hardy creatures packed the wounds with themselves as other chewed away at the flakes of skin and dried blood, cleaning the girl up a bit. Others made their way into the girl's mouth, and at first, she held very still so not to crush the curious creatures that seemed to be helping her. A few hit her throat and she couldn't hold back a cough that made her crunch a few of the strange tasting bugs. But as the orangish red juice from the crushed insects mad its way down to throat, it made her belly rumble reminding her just how hungry she had been. Soon she was piling in the creatures by the handfuls. The tiny bugs did not seem to mind as all she had to do is lay her hand on the cold hard ground and they poured into it by droves until she had her fill. The girl noticed the insects began to scurry away, and at first thought, she had offended them. She soon realized they were leading her to the warmth of a laundry mat. The outside billowed with smoke as the hot air from the dryer vent clashed with the cold winter air. Cheyenne had found her family. Not those that used her, and ignored her. Not even Mr. Greene. No this was her new family.
Cheyenne had destroyed her already demolished apartment even more. Her face painted red with fury as tears poured down her marbled face. Her emerald orbs flashing tints of red as she rips apart clothes and furniture and throws it across the room. She slams her fist into the wall over and over again, which enrages her more as dead roaches fall from the ceiling. Exhausted, physically and emotionally, she lays her back to the wall and slides down it.
“I broke the savior of RSW. Zepp, I was overlooked.. overlooked for the champion. Guess that was a smart move as he won.” She sobs as speaks. Her tears choking her words, she continues. “I went on to win too. I defeated seven others, granite not for a title.” She sniffles. “But in one night shortly after decimating you Zepp I pinned two men and broke another, a legend, just as I broke you!” the woman snarls anger returning to her voice. “Now this, this fool Dredd wants to step. Step up to me!? Leo, I won’t break you. I promise.”
The woman stands, tears still streaming her normally solemn face, now leaning on a three-legged chair as she spits her venomous words.
“No, I won’t pin you. Won’t break you. I...AM...GOING..TO...KILL...YOU! I will destroy your body and soul and feed it to your precious damned Dredd mother. This is no video game. I will snap each finger from its joint and send it to your darling Aria. I will rip your bloody heart out and send it to your other hoe, Andi Snow! I am going to end you! The only thing that you should dread LEO, is this mourning mother that will be across the ring from you at Anarchy!”
She wings the chair across the room and that light is taken out as wood splitters shatter throughout the room.
