"She-Mack: Warrior Princess"

[Bobby Cairo]

"She-Mack, Warrior Princess (The Loosening of the Ass-Poon)"

A single white lightbulb illuminated his ruggedly handsome Semitic veneer. Robert Cairo was naked from the waist up. His chiseled frame was missing the Fenrir wolf ensemble, but it showcased something more, something better: a heaving man-bosom that was rapt with apoplectic energy. The man had recently fucked.

"I heard ya squawkin', She-Mack," Cairo bellowed with incredulity. "Whattya think? Ya think this jail cell is big enuff fer the both of us? Do you think that I won't do to you what I did to this poor lost soul?"

Cairo gestured thusly with his thick; a coal-black jailhouse tranny lie naked his feet, 'her' rail-like body spent and wasted, just another victim of the thickness and the punishment due. A sanguine fluid leaked from 'her' ass-poon. Cairo appeared remorseless for his actions. In fact, that sniggering sneer proved that he was reveling in his misdeeds.

"Do you see what I do to your kind, She-Mack? Do you see the fate that awaits you at ONE? Get on that Mongoose, grrrrrrl. Peddle as fast as you can. Run-run-ruuuuuun away. You don't want any part of what A Robert Herk-a-lee Cairo is bringin' to La-La-Land, and most especially you don't want any part of that part that stands tall between my legs. I'm packing the Washington Monument and you're tellin' me you still got churr ass-poon V-card. Well, we're gonna see about that. We're gonna see if we can't grease dem wheels, so to speak-- and dem's be training wheels, to boot. Babygrrrrrrrl."

Cairo swatted at the lightbulb with his massive Poon Guinea clobbering paw, shattering it into a thousand pieces, the clittering and clattering of glass shards impacting concrete jailhouse floor. It sounded almost like 'Tubular Bells' and the chill that went up your spine as you observed it would confirm that this was so.

But there was something even more eerie about that scene: Those sapphire eyes that glowed in the otherwise darkened room. Them Semitic sapphires of A Robert Cairo. Then the cling of the Zippo, and the orange glow from the cherry of that lit Newport. A puff-puff-mmmmmmmm. Welcome to Flavor Cunt-tree.

"Can you feel the darkness cascading, She-Mack? You've been known to present youself as a woman about town, a real mistress of pain and demonic means of pleasure, but what can you bring to a table that This Gawd-Fadduh has not already devoured wholesale? When I break you, when I send your body hurtling through time and space, when I waste you like I wasted this poor negro, well I'm pretty sure that even the great Buddy Roman will hardly sputter a word in rebuttal. Even Buddy shall be unable to help you save face.

"And maybe it's for the best. You're running on what you consider to be your all-time high, yes? She-Mack, Warrior Princess: HorrorGore Champ-YUM. Internetz Champ-YUM. Co-main eventing ONE against the greatest rasslim' Soupah-STAH dat Uzbekistan evuh produced. Ain't nowhere for ya to go butt down. And we can ponder and we can suppose that if one is going to come crashing down from the intoxicating stratosphere of success, then it might as well cum belly up at the thick of the GOAT, duh Gran-daddy, da GawdFodder.

"At least then, She-Mack, at least then there wouldn't be so much shame in living out the rest of yer time on GawdFawd's Green Earth as the spent and wasted product of my cum-badgering that you surely are. You'll be Walkin Tall, Walkin Dead (Zombie that cha RRRRR) and Walkin Kinda Funny, like a broomstick got broke off in ya azz. This will not end quickly, She-Mack. This will not be pleasant. But just remember: This is what Jew wanted. This is what Jew axed fur. Now ya gon' get it."

PUFF-PUFF-MMMMMMMMMMMMM

And that Newport cherry nose-dived into the spent tranny's keister with a rancorous force and bombastic aplomb.

"AAAAAAAA-ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" The tranny exclaimed, 'her' ass-poon now singed after having already been disjarred. It was an abject pain and torment that She-MACK would soon become all too familiar with.