Post by Cheyenne on Apr 23, 2017 5:15:05 GMT -5
The rain beat down on the loose soil freshly place on plot 169 Brook wood Cemetery giving it a musky aroma like that of freshly caught fish. Emerald green eyes burst open followed by dark painted green lips gasping for air. The pasty petite hands begin digging diligently, scratching their small red painted fingernails into the hard seemingly impenetrable wooden structure holding the fiery female wrestler known as Cheyenne.
A feminine fist slams into the coffin lid, followed by more scratching, punching and digging. The Fiery survivor's deranged brain does not panic, just methodically fights to exit this prison. She racks her riddled brain to think back to how she came to be 6 feet under. Last she remembered was being destroyed by that Amber Lynn woman, and wondering where her Queen was. After a few hours her digging reaps a slight result as dirt begins to trickle onto her blood encrusted face. When she escapes this, she will never trust another soul again. Men and women both equally betray you. She headbutts that busted her skull and weakened the oaken structure meant to contain death. The lid split, and immediately waves of dirt began pouring dirt in.
Hours go by before freckled faced freak begins gasping for air again as her right arm and face breach the earth's surface. She crawls from her grave, and looks around. A small laminated piece of paper at her dirty, naked feet draws in her piercing angry eyes. Slowly she bends and picks up the now apparent plane ticket. The ticket reads round trip, Rod Bilson. Who is this Rod person and how is he linked to her being buried in England. Cheyenne kneels by her former grave and prays.
Cheyenne: O sacrifice l'tozz xa zoga haeng lucifer, maen I trael iq loz esaeu yoq tadq za ohiwa.
The dirty female grabs a handful of loose soil as she promises a sacrifice to her lord, and runs the hand filled with dirt down her bloody face and over her small breast before releasing it back to the ground below. Tired, and weak the nude woman began to shamble towards town. The town is a small place, not overly busy and surrounded by leafy scenery. The cover of darkness makes it even easier for the nude woman to continue on her quest to find the man on the ticket. She finds a tourist stand and compares the home address on the plane ticket to the map. 3 hours by car, she will arrive in a day and a half if she doesn't meet any resistance or stop.
The near albino woman made one pit stop before beginning her walk. She stopped in some brush near a mile into her trip. Kneeling, the crimson haired woman spoke softly to a swarm of bees. She had broken her first rule of the road trip and became distracted.
Chey: You poor babies. Where's your queen? NO! Queens abandon you! They use you!
She yells suddenly and the most the insects begin to fly away. The wrestling entomologist grasp one of the honey makers and slowly pinches off its stinger. She puts the tail end up to her lips and sucks out the gooey insides as she stands. Many more bees fly off, but a few stand there ground stinging the crazed woman. Laughing, Little Red speaks again.
Cheyenne: Mmmmm Never trust anyone. They will turn on you. Eat you. Devour your soul and all that makes you… Special.
She grabs a handful more of the bees, many sting her already bloody mitts and begins back on her trip.
As the beautiful but filthy redhead walks towards her lamb of choice, a car pulls up beside her. The rising sun selling out her disposition and the fella in the car is all too eager to help a fully nude woman in distress it seems.
Guy: Hello miss are, are you alright?
Chey stops and slowly turns towards the car, popping a crunchy critter into her luscious bloody green lips.
Guy: Umm is this some kind of cosplay? I mean you kinda look like a Poison Ivy.
As the woman slides into the vehicle without taking an eye off the sharp dressed man, he quickly can tell it's real blood and dirt.
Guy: Um.. uh. wait, were you raped? Do you need a doctor?
You poor thing!
Chey snaps. Her already bloodied fist slams into the man's dash upon hearing the word raped. She repeatedly hits the guy dash as she shouts no father! I’m sorry father!
The man, who is larger but not by a lot restrains Cheyenne.
Guy: Whoa whoa whoa miss. Hey I didn't mean to upset you. Where are you headed I will take you there.
As the pasty skinned woman shows the ticket with her sacrifices address, the man pulls out his Iphone and begins texting his Doctor friend. The friend suggest bringing her in, and they will do a physical and mental evaluation and put her in the psychiatric ward. Putting his phone away slowly the man looks at the damaged beauty and tells her everything will be ok.
Cheyenne: Good. I must sacrifice Rod Bilson for the greater good.
With that the fiery maned dame collapses back into a sleep, with her would be hero strapping her seat belt around her, more for his safety than hers.
Cheyenne awakens to the hero and a doctor trying to maneuver her into a straight jacket, still in the man's car. The diminutive female freed an arm and swiftly drives her pinky finger into the doctor's eye as the squishing of soft eye tissue is accompanied by the woman's small phalangeal bone breaking as well.. As the man screams and stumbles back in pain, Red slams her elbow into the driver's head. After three more sharp elbow strikes and a groin kick to the reappearing doctor, Cheyenne frees herself and slides into the driver's position. The car's owner doesn't stir under the now only half nude woman behind grinding his lifeless body as she starts the car. The Physician tries to reach for the lunatic fringe but she slams the car in reverse and floors it. The Dr goes gets sucked under the car and as the old vehicle is slammed into drive without pause, the Doc’s life is ended by the screeching of tires.
Making great time with her newly acquired ride, the unstable Satanic Mistress arrives at her destination just in time for tea. She knocks on the door, and is met by a tall goofy looking British man and his little black dog. The dog keeps barking at the woman as the man stares on.
Cheyenne: Rod Bilson?
Rod: Um yea. Ain't you, well for one your naked! For two shouldn't you be in Ohio for your match with the Doctor and Captain Hero pants?
Chey slams her left knee into the man's gut, driving all the air out of him. She raises the ticket to his face while grabbing his dark nappy hair.
Rod: I.. Have no Idea. How you got that.
The dog continues to bark and tries to bite red, but she utters something guttural at it and it takes off yipping, tail between its legs.
Cheyenne: You will explain how I got here. Why I was buried. Then. Then you will be ascended into greatness.
Rod: Pfft I already a….ugh
Chey cuts the annoying bastard off with a kick to his knee cap. She flows behind him, one small arm around his neck, the other placed atop the back his head.
Cheyenne: No Jokes. Why? Tell ME!
Rod: Bitch I hope beary much that the captain and doc straight up kill you!
Cheyenne: No Superhero, or doctor can save you. Heros and doctors are all facades to entice. Lure one into fake security, so they can take advantage of you!
She applies more pressure as she bites into the man's ear ripping it from his empty skull.
Rod: Fucccccccccck she was right you're a brutal crazy bitch! She wanted to test you. Please let me go. I am sorry.
The man wets himself and begins to cry.
Cheyenne: Fine. Something as weak as you is not a worthy sacrifice. And I have already gave my lord one today anyway go!
Cheys emerald orbs darken as her face seems to as well. The man scurries to his phone and begins to tweet: LEL stupid bitch. I showed her. Look!
Chey noticed the man and his false bravado, slammed his face into his phone. She then climbed over the stupid Brit and took his right arm assuming the position for the Woman’s Scorn. With one swift move she snaps the man’s arm as he wets himself again and cries more.
Cheyenne: Keep my name out of your mouth.
She tilts her head and chuckles.
Reaching down into the mans pocket as he cringes, she pulls out his wallet and takes his credit cards. She roams the apartment and finds some women's clothing, she assumed was the man's Girlfriends. upon reaching the living room again she sees the man in the corner holding his arm, his phone were it was dropped earlier.
Cheyenne: And tell her see her soon. Cheyenne… Oh Cheyenne is coming for Her!
Cheyenne: O sacrifice l'tozz xa zoga haeng lucifer, maen I trael iq loz esaeu yoq tadq za ohiwa.
The dirty female grabs a handful of loose soil as she promises a sacrifice to her lord, and runs the hand filled with dirt down her bloody face and over her small breast before releasing it back to the ground below. Tired, and weak the nude woman began to shamble towards town. The town is a small place, not overly busy and surrounded by leafy scenery. The cover of darkness makes it even easier for the nude woman to continue on her quest to find the man on the ticket. She finds a tourist stand and compares the home address on the plane ticket to the map. 3 hours by car, she will arrive in a day and a half if she doesn't meet any resistance or stop.
The near albino woman made one pit stop before beginning her walk. She stopped in some brush near a mile into her trip. Kneeling, the crimson haired woman spoke softly to a swarm of bees. She had broken her first rule of the road trip and became distracted.
Chey: You poor babies. Where's your queen? NO! Queens abandon you! They use you!
She yells suddenly and the most the insects begin to fly away. The wrestling entomologist grasp one of the honey makers and slowly pinches off its stinger. She puts the tail end up to her lips and sucks out the gooey insides as she stands. Many more bees fly off, but a few stand there ground stinging the crazed woman. Laughing, Little Red speaks again.
Cheyenne: Mmmmm Never trust anyone. They will turn on you. Eat you. Devour your soul and all that makes you… Special.
She grabs a handful more of the bees, many sting her already bloody mitts and begins back on her trip.
Guy: Hello miss are, are you alright?
Chey stops and slowly turns towards the car, popping a crunchy critter into her luscious bloody green lips.
Guy: Umm is this some kind of cosplay? I mean you kinda look like a Poison Ivy.
As the woman slides into the vehicle without taking an eye off the sharp dressed man, he quickly can tell it's real blood and dirt.
Guy: Um.. uh. wait, were you raped? Do you need a doctor?
You poor thing!
Chey snaps. Her already bloodied fist slams into the man's dash upon hearing the word raped. She repeatedly hits the guy dash as she shouts no father! I’m sorry father!
The man, who is larger but not by a lot restrains Cheyenne.
Guy: Whoa whoa whoa miss. Hey I didn't mean to upset you. Where are you headed I will take you there.
As the pasty skinned woman shows the ticket with her sacrifices address, the man pulls out his Iphone and begins texting his Doctor friend. The friend suggest bringing her in, and they will do a physical and mental evaluation and put her in the psychiatric ward. Putting his phone away slowly the man looks at the damaged beauty and tells her everything will be ok.
Cheyenne: Good. I must sacrifice Rod Bilson for the greater good.
With that the fiery maned dame collapses back into a sleep, with her would be hero strapping her seat belt around her, more for his safety than hers.
Cheyenne: Rod Bilson?
Rod: Um yea. Ain't you, well for one your naked! For two shouldn't you be in Ohio for your match with the Doctor and Captain Hero pants?
Chey slams her left knee into the man's gut, driving all the air out of him. She raises the ticket to his face while grabbing his dark nappy hair.
Rod: I.. Have no Idea. How you got that.
The dog continues to bark and tries to bite red, but she utters something guttural at it and it takes off yipping, tail between its legs.
Cheyenne: You will explain how I got here. Why I was buried. Then. Then you will be ascended into greatness.
Rod: Pfft I already a….ugh
Chey cuts the annoying bastard off with a kick to his knee cap. She flows behind him, one small arm around his neck, the other placed atop the back his head.
Cheyenne: No Jokes. Why? Tell ME!
Rod: Bitch I hope beary much that the captain and doc straight up kill you!
Cheyenne: No Superhero, or doctor can save you. Heros and doctors are all facades to entice. Lure one into fake security, so they can take advantage of you!
She applies more pressure as she bites into the man's ear ripping it from his empty skull.
Rod: Fucccccccccck she was right you're a brutal crazy bitch! She wanted to test you. Please let me go. I am sorry.
The man wets himself and begins to cry.
Cheyenne: Fine. Something as weak as you is not a worthy sacrifice. And I have already gave my lord one today anyway go!
Cheys emerald orbs darken as her face seems to as well. The man scurries to his phone and begins to tweet: LEL stupid bitch. I showed her. Look!
Chey noticed the man and his false bravado, slammed his face into his phone. She then climbed over the stupid Brit and took his right arm assuming the position for the Woman’s Scorn. With one swift move she snaps the man’s arm as he wets himself again and cries more.
Cheyenne: Keep my name out of your mouth.
She tilts her head and chuckles.
Reaching down into the mans pocket as he cringes, she pulls out his wallet and takes his credit cards. She roams the apartment and finds some women's clothing, she assumed was the man's Girlfriends. upon reaching the living room again she sees the man in the corner holding his arm, his phone were it was dropped earlier.
Cheyenne: And tell her see her soon. Cheyenne… Oh Cheyenne is coming for Her!
