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Mmmm uh…
We slowly fade into a bedroom lavishly covered in red and black satin from the curtains hanging on the walls to the sheets spread out on the floor to the covers on the bed. The flames of the candelabras dance about gently through the room as they are nearing their end. Spread out across the bed is a nude male laying on his stomach with his curvaceous backside slowly tensing as he sleeps with his face buried in the pillows. Next to him is the sultry Roxanne. She, too, is asleep, and but her face is twisted into some sort of displeasure as she groans in her sleep. Her lips quiver as her covered bosom heaves. She lets out a moan as the camera flashes an unsavory image. Blood, and lots of it. Like a river flowing through the deserts of Egypt. The thick crimson liquid is flowing like a babbling brook through the deep indentation in the sand. Vipers swim from out of it, just a couple at first, but soon, the ground is covered with them as they leave bloody trails in their wake. Roxanne groans once more, shaking a little bit. This causes the man next to her to awaken. He turns only his head and wipes at his eyes sleepily. He groans and then gently places a hand on Roxanne’s shoulder. He pats her, not saying a word. Roxanne jostles around a bit but does not awaken from her sleep. In her mind, she sees a figure rising from the river of blood. The nude female rises up in the dead center, the crimson dripping from her body as she walks across the top of this river. She gets closer and closer, until her eyes open. The blackest eyes Roxanne has ever seen, even in her dreams. The roar of demons escape her lips, as they open up with a viper’s tongue whips about in the direction of the screen, and the fangs threatening to sink into flesh, dripping with deadly venom.
Man: Mommy!
Roxanne instantly awakens to the worried shouting of the man and in one solid motion, she rolls him over, gripping at his throat, lying on top of his and her cold eyes stare down into his deep, dark eyes. She bares her teeth, nearly growling at him as he looks up into her eyes worriedly. She sits like this for a second as the bald young man gasps for air. She loosens her grip slightly before leaning down and forcing her lips against his. They tangle about for what seems like an eternity before she leans back, suddenly in a playful mood. His own lips quiver as he looks into those blue-green eyes, and he gasps.
Roxanne: I told you never to wake mommy, you bad little bitch boy.
Boy: The worst, mommy. I deserve to be punished, but perhaps tomorrow. It sounded like you were having a bad dream.
Roxanne grinds against Boy slowly and forcefully causing his whole body to quiver out of control. Once Roxanne knows she has worked him up, she moves up to his stomach, sitting there as she strokes at his cheek, forcing an almost child-like smile upon his face.
Roxanne: I have been having the most delicious dreams lately, Boy. I would be lying if I said that tonight’s didn’t leave my panties a little wet in the process. That is why you should never wake me.
Boy: But it sounded like you were dying, about ready to scream bloody murder.
Roxanne: No, I was about ready to scream in ecstasy. That bitch is trying to scare me, but all she is doing is making me wish I would have tongued her three times as long as I did, and then dragged her down into one of those graves and blew her fucking mind…
Boy: You are very good at that Mother. I had never considered trying a woman, and would never try another woman besides you for that very reason.
Roxanne strokes his buzzed head, looking down into his eyes as he smiles sweetly. She bends down and plants a slow, soft kiss on his forehead as he giggles innocently.
Roxanne: Well, you are my sweet boy, and when you are good, Mother rewards her boy by letting you play with other boys as much as you want…
Boy: You’re a good Mother to your Boy.
Roxanne smiles and rolls off of her boy. She pulls the black satin sheet over the two of them as he curls up to her. She strokes his head gently as he seems to almost purr. His eyes flutter as he looks up at her face.
Roxanne: The only thing that is bothering me is the fact that all of these *air quotes* bombshells seem to be jealous of me. Necra is sending voodoo dreams my way like it is supposed to make me run away like a scared little bitch. Misty is running her mouth about how I shouldn’t dare kiss her again, as if I would even want to… Amanda Cortez must have studied my career because she is just a trashier version of me… Odette talks as if I think she is even worth kissing, like I even feel the need to make a statement by noticing her. I had to save her because I knew if I didn’t, she would claim it was my fault that she lost the graveyard match, when it is just that she is an over-hyped little Aussie hussy!
Boy: Mother, Odette is fun to watch. She is bubbly, and energetic, and…
Roxanne: “Oh, Odette is so sweet, and fun, and…” Who gives a damn? This isn’t some reality show like everyone thinks it is. She’s fucking Gabriel while giving handjobs to Spike, and blowing Casey, and promising to fingercuff for Jamie and Giani but she has pretty little eyelashes so no one realizes she is the biggest whore in the company. She doesn’t have the talent to compete on my level, plain and simple. The only thing she could try to compete with me on would be a blowjob contest… and I would STILL win.
Boy nods his head slowly as a smile creeps onto his face. Roxanne continues stroking his head as he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath.
Roxanne: Misty… Oh my ultimate nemesis… I don’t like her. I never truly have, and the one time I decided to trust her with my son, she proved why she was a worthless piece of shit. However, I do respect her. I would never bow down to her, but I do respect her skills. During our infamous Bloodbath Brawl, she proved that she was a step above these so-called bombshells. However, I did win, as I always have when facing her. But that kiss at High Stakes II was not to prove a point. It was nothing more than an attempt at the proverbial “Kiss and make up”… However, she is too stuck in her own delusional mind that she just had to make me regret showing her any sort of humility. Whatever with her, she doesn’t concern me one bit at this time.
Boy: Is it Amanda Cortez that you are concerned with? I know you want to be the Bombshell Champion, mother…
Roxanne: In time. But for now, I want to make my presence known. I want each and every one of these Bombshells to know and fear my name. I have already kissed Death, I violated the mouth of our “Queen”, and I am far from finished. But my focus right now is torturing Necra Octavian Kane. She will know that nothing she could ever throw at me would make me back down from her. What she does to try scaring me only serves as some of the best wet dreams I have ever had. I am far darker than she could ever imagine, and I enjoy the thought of the filthiest, most sinful images she tries throwing at me.
Roxanne looks down at Boy, lying there in her arms, breathing softly as he has drifted off to sleep. She smiles sweetly, leaning over to kiss his lips. Even in his sleep, he returns her affections, slow and soft. With that, the last of the flames extinguishes itself and the scene fades… TO BLACK!
