Post by Cheyenne on Jan 21, 2017 9:58:56 GMT -5
Last Time On: Cheyenne
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Now, More or Less
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania wasn't much warmer than the last hell hole the pale beauty was at. SLAM was to be in this so called city of the extreme. Cheyenne’s thoughts were always at one end of the extreme or the other. Chey walked into a run down motel office, her black heels clicking upon the dingy wooden floor. The short fat man behind the counter who resembled Danny Devito quite a bit, was awe struck.
Man: Why helllllloooooo nurse! You look a lot better than De’Angelo’s normal girls. Want the typical room?
Cheyenne: A room yes. Pig man.
Chey leans across the filthy desk,her b cups peaking out through the strings of her black vest-like shirt. She grabbed the filthy man by his horribly tied tie, and pulled him in very close to her face.
Cheyenne: Who? Who is De’Angelo?
The man winced in pain as near albino woman raked a uneven finger nail across his cheek.
Man: Um my apologies ma'am, I, I thought you were one his call girls. Uh here, rooms on the house.
The man sets a key attached to some rubber advertisement into the small pale hand as the other one lets go of his tie. The man stared a hole through the curvish figure that the woman’s blue jeans showed as she walked towards the door. She looked down at the key which read room 203,picking up her suitcase she had left by the front door. The woman then bent backwards like something out of the Matrix she glaring at the fat slob.
Cheyenne: Tell De’Angelo, tell him I’m in room 203, lil bird.
The motel room was small with one queen size bed with two end tables on either side. Small lamps set upon the oak tables. The burgundy beauty slowly crept to the lamps and turned her head to the side, as she gently grasped one of the small lamps. Suddenly the petite woman whips the lamp across the room, sparks flying as the cord was jerked from the outlet.
Cheyenne: I hate you! I fucking hate you! You took him from me!
She heaves the end table over the bed and into the other tables shattering the second lamp and splitting the table that was thrown. Cheyenne reaches down and slips off one her heels and throws it at the wall. It ricochets off the wall and bounces into the bathroom off to the side, but the second one’s 4” heel sticks straight into the wall.The emerald windows to the ginger’s soul begin to glaze over.
Cheyenne laughing: You deserve that! You deserved everything I have given you! Given you since you took him from me!
The pale freckled face turned a dark red as anger coursed throughout her. She squatted down with her back to the bed, and attempted to lift it, failing to do so at first.
Cheyenne straining: I...FUCKING...HATE...YOU!!!
With those last words the bed flips sending the mattress crashing into the table ruins,and knocking over the television that set narrowly in front of the bed. Exhausted , the woman slouched to the floor sighing heavily. She spread out on the floor, her breast squishing against the red shag carpet, as she grasped her suitcase. Cheyenne rolled to her back after opening the suitcase and retrieving a small brown satchel. The mentally damaged female opened the satchel above her face, pouring several cockroaches of various sizes scattering across her lightly made up face and into her agape mouth.
An ecstatic sounding Cheyenne: There, thats better. *giggles* Better, more like home my babies.
With that the drained woman rolled back over and fell into unconsciousness. Several hours later, a man adorned in a maroon over coat, zebra striped large hat, and matching boots crept through the partially open door. The dark complected man looks about the room, thinking to himself what the fuck happened here. Then he sees the very attractive woman on the carpeted floor.
De’Angelo: Well well did you not please the cust….Wait.
De’Angelo bends down taking a closer look at the sleeping woman. He runs a hand up her leg, and over her tight behind, pausing to squeeze it ever so slightly.
De’Angelo: Hmmm, you’re not one of my ladies. But I definitely see why Franky was drooling over you. Mmm mmm baby girl you look fine as hell.
The man stand above the red sea of hair looking down at the woman, then scanning the room. Thinking that no one would be able to tie him to the scene if he just had a sample of this fine looking woman, he unzipped his pants. Unbeknownst to the sleeze ball, the firecracker on the floor, had opened her green eyes upon the trespassers groping of her rear end. As soon as he had his zipper down and was fumbling with the button, Cheyenne leapt at him, clamping her pearly white teeth down hard around the man’s private parts. The soft flesh was sliced right through and the man cried out in agony as he stumbled back in both pain and shock. The pimp looks down at his crotch, his underwear and jeans now a deep crimson as Cheyenne spat his severed manhood to the ground. In the time it took him to process what had happened, Cheyenne had snatched up a bed sheet and leapt around the larger man. The red haired psychopath wrapped the sheet around the thin dark neck a couple of times and pulled as hard as she could. De’Angelo pulled at the burgundy beauty's hair trying to dislodge her from his back. The crazed woman moaned out in pleasure as chunks of her hair were ripped out. The man went to slam her against the wall but his oxygen had ran out, and he slumped to the floor. Cheyenne set there petting the blue in the face man’s dark hair, her pasty legs laying on top of the man's bloody lap.
Cheyenne: Goat man,I told you goat man. Keep your hands to yourself. No, no bad goat man.
She smacks the lifeless skull.
Cheyenne: *giggle* dirty man. Dirty goat man, may think he get to touch me. Touch my queen. Goat man, crazy as horned ponies he think he better than. Silly goat man, goats have horns too. Goats and horny things are BAD!
Cheyenne bites the right ear tugging on it like a pit-bull on a bone. She spits it over with the severed member.
Cheyenne: ESIASCH OE DONASDOGAMATASTOS goat OLLOR!
Shortly after the struggle ends, three police cars arrive and out rush 5 officers. They run into the motel room, guns and tasers aimed at the woman who just smiles as she pats the lifeless corpse.
Cheyenne: Goat man touched me. *tilts her head* Are you here to take me away from mommy?
The red head slowly stands and three of the trigger readied officers tase her small frame. She giggles as her body involuntarily convulsed from the electricity flowing into her. It only takes a few seconds before the blood covered woman is unconscious yet again and placed in cuffs.
Several officers in the police station are talking loudly about their most recent arrest. The girl they found with known pimp De’Angelo’s dead body is sitting in the holding cell, sitting cross legged and talking to the wall in some foreign tongue.
Police Officer #1: Any idea what she’s even saying, Bill?
The other Officer shook his head, clearly stumped by whatever it was the attractive redhead was saying as she rocked back and forth in her cell.
Police Officer #2: No, not a clue. I mean, I’m not well versed in foreign languages but I can honestly say I have never heard such a thing… it's kind of creepy.
Voice: Yeah, you’re right, it is… but you get used to it. She is kinda cute though right, I dunno about you guys but I wouldn’t mind spending a few minutes alone in that cell with her if you get what I mean.
The officers immediately turn around to see who had just said that as they notice that an extremely good looking brunette has just stepped into the station. She is wearing skin tight black leather pants, black biker boots, a silver studded belt and a black tank top which clearly showed off her ample breasts. The girl steps up to the two men at their desks and leans onto her hands, allowing them perfect view of her cleavage.
Police Officer #1: Who are you?...
The man was clearly drooling over himself as he continued to check out the brunette, she just found him doing this extremely funny and extremely predictable.
Attractive Female: Who I am isn’t important, what IS important is the fact that you have my friend over there locked away in some kinda cage like a wild animal or something… and for what?!
Police Officer #2: Errrrrr, she was caught red handed wit---
The girl immediately lifts her arm up into the air, placing a single finger against the officers lips silencing him.
Attractive Female: Pfffffft caught red handed. Caught red handed. If I was locked up every single time I was caught red handed I’d be… well, I’d be in here A LOT. Lets just put it like that! So you gonna let her go or what? We have a big fight coming up… well, I say big fight… in reality it's more like we’re just gonna murder a bunch of guys.
Several other officers begin to gather around the beautiful woman, some even have their hands on their tasers. As tensions build, Cheyenne notices the woman and crawls over to the cage bars watching intently. A thick wooden door, behind the brunette, swings open abruptly.
Chief: What the hell’s going on here? I was eating my raspberry filled donuts dammit and watching the Cowboys lose! You some bitches better have…. Why hello Miss. I’m Police Chief Wiggums.
The officer eyes the alluring brunette intensely looking her up and down as his mind wanders to that dirty place most men’s wonder to, upon seeing an attractive female. The girl slowly begins to lose patience however, knowing full well that the redhead behind the bars was watching her every move like a hawk. She just needed to get her out of this mess, she didn't have time for these guys to be the perverts that they always were.
Attractive Female: You like what you see, huh?
The Police Chief nods his head, like a puppy dog eyeing up a bone.
Attractive Female: Good, let's go somewhere a little more private so we can… talk. I’m sure there's something we can do to make us both happy here, right?
Chief Wiggums: UM, why yes I’m sure there is. Just step over here into my office, and we can discuss her bond.
The Portly man adjust his weapon belt and waddles to his room with a huge I love my job smirk on his face. The brunette closely followed the pudgy Police Chief as they entered his room. No doubt about it the man was thinking of lighting some candles, putting on some relaxing music and slipping into something a little more comfortable… but the brunette had other ideas in mind. As soon as she closed the door behind her, she reaches over and grabs the man by his shoulder, spinning him around and making him stare directly into her eyes.
Chief Wiggums: *chuckles* Oh mm baby. Straight to business eh? Okay!
The man reaches down to try remove his belt before he does so though the brunette completely loses her patience. She grabs her around his thick throat, but does not squeeze too tightly. She instead forces the man to look at her in her eyes without distraction. As he does so he slowly begins to fall under her spell and as quickly as the brunette grabbed him, she lets go, the man rocking back and forth on the spot as she smiles sweetly at him.
Attractive Female: Remove your gun and place all of your belongings on the desk there.
The man slowly nods his head, slowly taking off his belt and placing all of his gear onto the nearby desk, including the contents of his pockets which really was not necessary as it was mostly just old discarded tissues or half empty packets of chewing gum.
Attractive Female: Good. Now, what you’re going to do is let my friend go. She's actually pretty harmless once you get to know her.
Once again the man slowly nods his head.
Attractive Female: Oh and one more thing… if anyone questions what you’re doing or even investigates what Cheyenne did earlier today too much… I want you to take that gun there, put it against their skulls and pull the trigger. Do you understand?
Again the man nods his head, turning his attention to the door already wanting to do as she had asked of him. The chubby police officer leaves the room, the glamorous woman striding behind him. They make their way to the holding cell, upon arrival the redhead stops licking the dirty steel bars and shouts ecstatically.
Cheyenne: MY Queen! MY Queen has came to free me, free lil Cheyenne from her evil mommy. *tilts her head* NO, no I can't go to the homes, though. I belong beside my Queen.
Once the gate is open the burgundy beaut goes to hug the woman’s leg, but is briskly walked out of the station. Once the front doors shut behind the two beautiful women, many gunshots were heard echoing down the street.
Cheyenne: Are we going, going to the homes? I don’t want to be adopted. I love you my Queen!
Lilith: Cheyenne, I am in no mood for your bullshit.
The red head breaks the grip on her arm,and slides her hand to where she is now walking hand in hand with her queen. Many bystanders look on, some in disgust other in intrigue. Lilith looks down at Cheyennes hand still in shock at what the redhead had just done by thinking she could just hold hands with her like this. Instantly filling up with rage, Lilith turns on Cheyenne, grabbing her around her throat, digging her black painted nails into her flesh and picking her up off the floor and pinning her against a nearby building. Cheyenne wriggles a bit as Lilith practically snarls into the girl's face.
Lilith: DO NOT FUCKING DO THAT AGAIN!!! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?!! Let's get one thing fucking clear right now, you NEED me! I do not and will never need you!
Cheyenne’s eyes become that of a beaten child’s as Lilith loosens her grip allowing the the redhead back down onto her feet. Lilith was not done though as she continues to look at Cheyenne in disgust, who was desperately gasping for air.
Lilith: Earlier this week I asked that weak little man, Seth Lerch, to book us in a match together figuring that hey maybe for just once you won't be so fucking worthless. And what happens?! I have to break you out of fucking jail, that's what happens! Just where exactly does getting arrested come into your plans when it comes to killing these two worthless little shits Dag and Pomp?! I don't fucking need you getting arrested! I need you getting your fucking shit together so we can fucking MURDER a bunch of weak little shits!!! Do you fucking understand me?!!
Cheyenne has slumped back, like an abused dog. She goes to speak, but catches herself and runs to the driver side door, opening it for her Queen.
Cheyenne: My apologies, my Queen.
After Lilith gets into the car, slamming the door in the burgundy beauties face, Cheyenne runs to her side and barely gets in before the angry brunette speeds off.
Cheyenne: Are we going to hurt dirty old goat man? Goat man touched me. I..I had to hurt goat man. Like we hurt nerdy virgins. Goat man and cookie man need to DIE!
The red head begins slamming her head off the dash, and screaming DIE! Over and over again. Lilith finally places her arm on Cheyennes shoulder and pushes her gently back against her car seat.
Lilith: Fucking stop that, Chey. Jesus christ I used to think that Oblivion was weird…
Cheyenne stops upon hearing the word weird and begins to uncontrollably laugh as Lilith spins the steering wheel, the car's tires screeching as they zoom around a corner, now heading down a rather dark desolate backroad.
Lilith: This week we’re facing Dag Riddik… and yes, you’re right to call him goat man because he DEFINITELY is that. And that fucking little geek bitch Psychopomp! Urghhhhhhh just the mere thought of that guy makes my blood BOIL!!!
Cheyenne: Mmmmm boil, boil cookie man. Then we can ice him. Hmmm boiled cookie man sounds yummy *giggles*
Lilith: Speaking of that cookie monster wannabe fucking nerd… what actually happened to you the other day after we had our fun with him? You remember? When we forced him to choke on his precious cookies? I turned around to grab a drink from the vending machine and when I came back you were lying down on the floor. The hell happened?! I know Kevin and Karma didn't do a damn thing to you, those guys couldn’t hurt a fly.
Cheyenne: Weird shield man hit me, weird shield man will MALPRG OE DONASDOGAMATASTOS!
The crimson haired woman begins to nudge her head against the brunettes arm. Lilith just lifting an eyebrow as she watches the redhead acting strange again.
Lilith: First of all… Dion hurt you?! Don’t think for a damn second that Imma forget about that! And secondly… I’ve been meaning to ask, when you yell stuff like that are you actually saying things? Like is it a foreign language or something? Or are you just saying stupid fucking nonsense like …. her. Urghhhhhh. I swear to god if you start saying shit like “happiful” and all that other bullshit…
Cheyenne bursts out laughing at what Lilith had just said.
Cheyenne: My Queen, you are both funny and beautiful.
The strange woman licks Lilith’s face. Lilith, instantly filled with rage and disgust, angrily pushes Cheyenne away from her… almost causing her to swerve and crash her car.
Lilith: WHAT THE FU---
Cheyenne: Stupid...stupid...stupid!
The woman begins scratching into her own pale freckled face.
Cheyenne stops abruptly: It’s the language of my master. My master is a powerful being.
Cheyenne stops abruptly: It’s the language of my master. My master is a powerful being.
Lilith wasn’t listening, she was far too angry by what Cheyenne had done to her just moments ago.
Lilith: I swear to fucking god if you ever TOUCH ME again, I will cut your tongue off with a rusty fucking knife! Do you understand me?!!
Cheyenne: *moans* Kinnnnkkkkyyy, my Queen… mmmmm yes my Queen.
Suddenly Cheyenne’s face changes to that all too familiar glazed over look as she then grabs the wheel and pulls it towards her, hard.
Cheyenne: MY BABIES! My Queen, we must go get my babies!!!!!
She begins to hysterically bawl and goes back to banging her head on the dashboard. Lilith struggles to regain control of her car after Cheyenne nearly just caused them to crash straight into a nearby ditch.
Lilith: WHAT THE FUCK?!!! Chey don’t fucking do that you fucking lunatic!!! Are you trying to kill us both or something?!! And since when do you have babies…
Cheyenne: Creepy, crawly. My babies *sobs* My babies were left at the motel. Yummy, crunchy babies. *Instantly stops sobbing and shouts* I NEED THEM!
The petite girl begins digging a fingernail into the dash board carving a pentagram into it.
Cheyenne innocent like: They were my only friends, my Queen. I need them.
Lilith soon realizes exactly what Cheyenne is talking about is SLAMS her foot on the brake, causing the car to come to a screeching halt. Luckily no one was behind them or they would have definitely been rear ended as she stopped so abruptly. Lilith tries to stop herself from throwing up as she looks over at Cheyenne, who she now can't help but picture having bugs stuck in between her teeth.
Lilith: Oh my god you’re talking about your bugs aren't you. WHY THE HELL DO YOU EAT THAT?!! THAT IS DISGUSTING!!! Chey…
Cheyenne: MY BABIES ARE NOT DISGUSTING!!
Cheyenne's face twist and she begins to cry again.
Cheyenne: But.. but they are gross. Gross I don’t want to eat them mommy. *sniffles and stops crying* Yes, Yes mommy it's what I deserve. All I deserve. But..but they are my friends mommy.
The weird woman looks defeated and sobs quite a bit.
Cheyenne: Fine mommy, I’ll eat my friends.
Cheyenne looks straight ahead now, very distant look in her emerald orbs. Lilith just continues to stare at the redhead unsure of what to actually say to her here. Eventually she breaks the silence.
Lilith: Are you actually serious right now?! You’re travelling with the world's greatest WCF legend of ALL TIME and you’re eating fucking bugs?!! Yeah that won’t do AT ALL. We are going out to dinner… and no by that I do not mean bugs! Bugs are friends, not food!
Cheyenne just looks at Lilith’s kindness with confusion, twisting her head to the side.
Cheyenne: I need my babies. *burst into laughter* Let's go find some new ones, my Queen.
Lilith sighs, hard.
Lilith: Can cookies be your new babies? You’re not eating fucking bugs… OH WAIT NO!!! Cookies can't be your new babies… Psychopomp ruined that for everyone! I used to LOVE cookies, just as much as… errrrrr… she who shall not be named… but then he had to go and ruin them. Just like he ruins everything else he touches. But like… ummmmm… bugs? Really? Can't we just go out to a steak restaurant or something? Thats eating cows… and technically that's still eating animals so you should be happy, right? We could even order goat!!! Goat man! We could eat him… sound good?
Cheyenne: Mmmmmmm fried goat, yes eat goat man then get me new babies. *Mwauh*
Cheyenne ecstatic, kisses Lilith causing her to swerve again. Once again Lilith fills up with rage, causing her to lash out at Cheyenne to push her away from her.
Lilith: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT FUCKING TOUCHING ME?!! WHAT THE HELL DID I FUCKING SAY?!!
Cheyenne: Umm sorry my Queen, please. Please don't hit me, it was just a kiss.
The freckled face woman cringes a bit into her seat as Lilith desperately tries to keep her cool.
Lilith: You’re lucky I’m driving right now is all I’m going to say! You’re so fucking lucky! If I wasn't teaming with you this week… urghhhhhhh!
Desperately trying to keep her calm, Lilith looks over at Cheyenne who was clearly oblivious to how annoying she was being right now.
Lilith: You know what, I’m starving and we still need to discuss our match properly. I’m not going to let your… bizarreness… cause us to lose this Sunday. We’re going out to eat! You… ummmmm… you got anything nicer to wear than what you’ve got on right now?
Lilith takes Cheyenne back to the motel to get her things. Strangely no cops were there and the girl's belongings along with the body were still there. Cheyenne changes into a green halter top and some fresh jeans. After patting the deceased De’Angelo on the head, Chey reached down and tucked her small satchel into the front of her jeans.
Cheyenne: I wouldn't kill my Queen. Even if she talks like football pig. Let's go eat goat and cookies.
Cheyenne hugs Lilith tightly, against Lilith's will, then skips out the door, smiling ear to ear. Lilith shakes her head, clearly growing more and more annoyed.
For the next half an hour or so, as Lilith drove the two of them to the nearby restaurant she had found on Tripadvisor, she had sat in silence doing nothing but trying to figure out exactly what Cheyenne had meant when she called her a football pig. She really didn't want to ask her though as she knew it would only lead to the redhead doing something else quite strange. Finally they arrived at the restaurant and Lilith could see that it was indeed a rather fancy looking steak house, one which she hoped Cheyenne would be impressed by too. The couple parked and exited the car, making their way inside the restaurant.
Lilith: You ever been in a place like this before, Chey?
Before Cheyenne could respond a waitress approaches them ready to seat the couple.
Waitress: Just the two of you tonight, ladies?
Lilith rolls her eyes at the waitress.
Lilith: You can count can't you? We’ll take a table over by the window, thanks!
Embarrassed by what Lilith had just said to her the young girl lead the couple over to the tables allocated by the large window, which had the company's logo all over it. Lilith and Cheyenne took their seats, the waitress standing by waiting for the girls to place a drinks order.
Lilith: Just give me a water, I don't trust your shitty establishment not to poison me… tap water! You know what? I can't even trust you to do that. You’re fucking useless.
Waitress: I--- I’m sorry, I don't--- would you like a bottle of water?
Lilith: Yes I want a bottle of fucking water! And fetch me some wet wipes too, I don't trust you… Miss thinks she's too good to wash her hands! What do you want, Chey?
Cheyenne: Blood! Bloody drink. Mmmm
The crimson haired woman puts her face close to the table as her left index finger drew circles on the table. She slid a hand in to the front of her pants, and the waitress gasped and ran off. Once the woman turned her back, Chey popped a roach into her mouth.
Cheyenne: Mmmm yummy. Yummy babies. I never been allowed to go to nice places with mommy. Thank you. Thank you my Queen.
The girls eyes suddenly sadden.
Cheyenne: You're not getting rid of me? Are you getting rid of me, my Queen?
Lilith once again rolls her beautiful golden eyes at Cheyenne, getting tired of being asked if she was going to dump the red head. She’d never known anyone have such a troubled past that it still haunted them so much to this very day, honestly, It made Lilith feel sorry for her.
Lilith: No, Chey, I may get super fucking furious with you from time to time but that doesn't change the fact that I’m teaming with you this Sunday… and I guess you ARE kind of my tag partner for the foreseeable future… so you can stop thinking such nonsense! I do want to know where the hell you got that bug from though! I mean I take you to an expensive restaurant and you’re sat there eating bugs… I mean, I know the food here is probably completely fucking terrible but that's taking it a bit far don't you think?
Lilith reaches into her bra and pulls out a small, but extremely expensive, digital camera. She plays around with it for a short while before setting it down on the table in front of her ready to record.
Lilith: Chey, we need to record some footage for the WCF Network. I know, I know… I think it's stupid too… but it's just one of those things that Seth wants us all to do… the freaking retard. Sooooo Imma be your interviewer, okay? I’ll just ask you a bunch of questions and you sit there and say the first thing which comes to your pretty little head, okay?
Cheyenne pulls another roach and pops it in like popcorn. The woman then gets really close to the camera, her green eye filling the shot.
Cheyenne: Do..do I have to get naked?
Lilith: Where the hell are you getting those things?! And no, no you don't… but to be honest, if you did, it’d probably boost our ratings a bit…
Cheyenne: Umm ok, if it's what he wants.
Chey goes to lift up her shirt just as the waitress comes back and freaks out.
Waitress: MA'AM!!! This is a family restaurant!
Cheyenne stares daggers at the woman as the waitress sets the drinks down and slowly steps away. Cheyenne is in a cute lacy bra, and men all over the restaurant are being slapped by their wives for staring at the petite beauty's body.
Cheyenne: Ok my Queen if it helps. What do you want to know my Queen?
Lilith settles the camera comfortably into the palm of her hand and turns it onto herself, hitting the little red record button.
Lilith: WCF Galaxy! Hi! Its me, the greatest WCF legend of all time… Lilith! Now this week I will be teaming up with a very good friend of mine, a newbie here in the WCF, but a girl I know has a bright, bright career ahead of her here in this very federation… Cheyenne. And we’ll be going against the easily forgettable Dag Riddik and the guy who ruined cookies for everyone… Psychopomp! This isn't about me though, this is all about her…
Lilith turns the camera to show a half naked Cheyenne, who is still sitting in her bra unaware of what Lilith is currently doing.
Lilith: I’m just nice enough to be her interviewer tonight! Now… a lot of you perverts may be wondering why she's currently sitting half naked… and the simple answer to that is that she's doing it just to keep you all happy. THAT is how nice she is! And my first question for you, my sweet Cheyenne, is… just how much does the WCF Galaxy mean to you?
Cheyenne: The galaxy? I am but a meager stain on in the galaxy. I deserve to be punished! I will break you all!
Cheyenne pulls a cockroach out and lets it run around her hand before slamming it down into the table, scaring the nearby customers and squirting brown juices all over the tabletop.
Lilith: I… errrrrrrrrr… I think what she's trying to say is, she is in awe that she gets to do what she does and have so many adoring fans love and support her! Ummmmmm, okay… next question… and I know it's a big one because I've heard lots of people ask about it previously… what is with the bugs and where do you find them all?
Cheyenne: THEY ARE MY BABIES!!!!
Chey yells, then licks the juices off the table.
Cheyenne: and they build muscle. Mmmmm protein builds muscle. My babies make me strong. Strong to beat the goat man! And his cookie boy..
Lilith: Right, and talking of cookie boy… this past Slam you were seen by, greatest WCF legend of all time, Lilith's, side getting ambushed by this very man and then assaulted by his boyfriend … what are your thoughts?
Cheyenne burps a raunchy aroma fills the air as she giggles: Um, lil brotherhood. A group of men depending on men. That's worse than a woman needing to depend on a man. Silly men, and their leader, yes the leader. My Queen beats your bishop any day, lowly knight and cookie boy.
Lilith: So you’re ready to step into the ring with Psychopomp this Slam? Care to tell us how you plan on going about beating him?
Cheyenne: Break them! I will snap their bones one by one. Bend the fingers back, stomp the hand back. Mmmmmmmm snap the arm back, and rip his leg from its socket. Mmmmmm *laughs maniacally*
Although you can't see her do it as the camera is focused solely onto Cheyenne, you can tell that Lilith is nodding her head at the young redhead, approvingly.
Lilith: Right which brings us onto Dag Riddik. Now, when you first appeared in this federation he made some comments towards you, he was clearly interested in starting a romantic relationship with you… all because of your foreign roots… thoughts on this?
Cheyenne: GOAT MAN TOUCHED ME! I killed goat man. He a dirty old man. Dirty,dirty he wants me for my body, my hair. Goat man will get my hands, my hands wrapped around his ugly old chauvinistic neck as i break it.
The freckled face woman's pale face takes on a red tint and she whips out the satchel from her blue jeans sending roaches all over her lap.
Dumping the roaches onto the table Cheyenne then calmly says: Then my babies will feast on goat man and cookie boy.
Customers yell and run from the restaurant, but Cheyenne laughs and snacks on the bugs as if they were a bowl of chips.
Lilith: Sooooooooo what you’re saying is… you’re definitely NOT interested in any form of relationship with him?
Cheyenne with a mouth full of bugs, some try to crawl out as she chews them: I’d rather have you my queen.
Lilith: I… errrrrrr… ummmmmm… NEXT QUESTION!!! Cheyenne, this will be your first official debut match on Slam. Of course the match you told me about at this “thirteen” never actually happened, what with it being imaginary and all… soooooo this is your WCF debut match! How do you feel?
Cheyenne: Tired my Queen. This fancy place bores me. Can't we go do something, something more fun. *giggles as she gathers her roaches.*
Lilith: Errrrrrr, what do you have in mind?
Cheyenne: Whips, chains, pain, all fun things my Queen.
Lilith stares at Cheyenne as she leaps up from the chair, knocking it over and shoves the satchel back into her jeans. Cheyenne then dangles the 203 motel key in front of her Queen. And winks.
