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Supercard Archives / Re: KRYSTAL WOLFE v MAKI v BEA BARNHART - ULTIMATE X ROULETTE TITLE
« on: July 16, 2021, 09:59:05 AM »
Room 13B
The Swaying motion as you travel can make the hardiest of souls weak in the intestinal tract, yet, almost like sea hardened veterans, the old and infirm actually take great joy in it, as do the little ones, giggling and swaying in overly dramatic ways. We all need to feel more like a child or an OAP and dispense with the struggles of adulthood and judgement it brings.
Melissa, strode across the upper deck of the Sun Princess, her red bikini hugging tightly to her body, she swayed with the boat and almost fell off the deck when one disgraceful wave hit and she felt her stomach lurch. She bounded down the steps, eyeing up the ridiculously tanned men and women rushing past her. She held her stomach in a self-conscious fashion as she found the pool.
She scanned around her and saw some very delicious men and women; some little nippers racing around and being told off by her parents. She managed to find a table free and a handsome waiter gave her a rum and root beer which was nice. She sipped it, sparked up her vape and looked up to where the structure will be placed. Her thoughts immediately sprang to the previous year and that damned Jessie Salco pulling her off and they fell into the pool and thus ruining her roulettes title shot. Not going to happen this year, she thought as she sipped her drink again. She was always destined for greatness and she NEEDED that title like a junkie for gold.
As she day dreamed about winning the roulettes title on this stupid boat in a few days time, someone stepped up to her table and leaned on it and her drink almost tipped over as she blasted the person with a full exhale of caramel vapor. She grabbed her drink just in time and lowered her sunglasses.
“Mind what you’re doing you stupid wanker!” She felt a grumble from her stomach and the oddly enjoyable cramps from below that signalled the awakening of Daniela.
The person currently, taking an age to sit opposite her, was an old lady in a one piece bathing suit, with a rinsed blue wig and chattering false teeth.
“Mind if I sit, my dear. Well, Melissa thought, she already taken it, haven’t you? She could be unkind to this lady, but she was old and she would feel bad about it. Then again, she is probably racist but it is always better to be kind in these situations with the general public. You do not want a rumble with a virtually dead person to get to the dirt sheets.
She continued to vape and sip her drink while she appraised the old lady who was waffling on about something or other. “…I get lost see and you look like a lovely young woman, are you a jap? Well, back in my day we always said to be nice to japs as they make lovely food but so many hated them. I felt bad for your lot, you see. Wonderful food. Weird alien eyes but your eyes are lovely. Anyway, it’s so hot isn’t it? My word. They call that global change. We have ruined the world. Yes, love, I know but we need factories and back in the war my mom was in one of those factories making uniforms for our boys.
And on and on it went. From being racist to talk of wars. She just nodded at her while Daniela was piping up about bludgeoning her head on the side of the pool and Melissa wondered if she could get away with it, she probably would do just that to stop her incessant monologue.
It was time to put an end to this, “Thank you for the lovely chat. Now I am going down to level three so I will have to say so long, honeylove.”
“What about your drink? My Lester says never to leave a drink abandoned. There shall be no friend left behind” She grabbed it and slobbered it all over her hairy face the damned infidel! No, she must remain calm. Too many witnesses but Daniela was craving for a soul to reap. It would have to wait. She smiled at the old lady and then was about to bid a hasty retreat when the old lady grabbed her arm as they began to walk and the image in her mind was a big red FML sign. To top it all off she had suddenly started using a god damned southern accent!
“You’re so very tall. Most japs are short. This world! My dear, did you say deck three? That is where my art class is supposed to be starting but I couldn’t find it anywhere. It is 13B but when I went into 13B it was so crazy. People in diapers, playing some sort of cowboys and Indians game, riding each other, and walking around. A person cannot be a horse! Someone seemed to have split some milk and they were all trying to drink it and help clean it up. What a room of nonsense!”
Melissa’s ears perked up as did her chest. If only her wife Yuki was here, they would have so much fun in that room, but it wasn’t cheating if you just watched. She watched porno all the time when her wife was away, and this was just amateur dramatics with a twist. She put that room away in her knowledge vault for later. Daniela was getting excited too and they both felt that familiar rush of warmth spread over her, but she had to put it to one side and find a way to lose this geriatric bitch!
She took off her glasses and put them in her case in her clutch and brought out her spectacles and adorned them as the lady pointed to the door that said 13B. A wave of optimism and yearning came over her, wanting this to be the sex room the lady mentioned. As the door opened a buxom young woman with brown wavy her smiled.
“Margaret! There you are. I thought we lost you. Ooh and you have brought a beautiful young woman with you. Is she your granddaughter? How marvellous.”
Melissa couldn’t keep her eyes off the woman’s bouncing breasts and they started to hypnotise her as Margaret spoke, “Hardly. She is a jap. How could she be my granddaughter!
The lady with the bouncy appendages told Margaret that no racism was allowed on the cruise, told Margaret where to sit and then turned to Melissa who was now in the midst of hypnosis. “My apologies. I am Tiffany. I am the art teacher. You know how these people get. Hard to educate them at their age but it’s a job you know.
Still dazed as the cleavage was coming dangerously close to her and she feared she might get injured before her title match.
Silence.
“Oh I have a fabulous idea, if you don’t mind. Would you mind being still life for the class?”
What the flub did that mean? If it meant time with those breasts…no. Snap out of it! Daniela started to curse and was mentioning many unspeakable violent and depraved acts on Tiffany.
“I am Melissa. I am a part of the wrestling show on Sunday. Dunno what the flub still life is but why not I got an hour to kill.”
Tiffany smiled and hugged her and her chest felt so heavy with the wait of those pillows so she pulled away but the woman took her to a chaise lounge and started to take off her bikini. Melissa’s eyes went wide and for a moment she wondered if she had entered the sex room after all.
Tiffany placed her palm to her face as soon as she had Melissa naked and covering her vital places. “Oh sorry, Melissa. It is a nude one. Your body is so yummy, and I know all of us here are happy to paint your exquisite form. Aren’t we everyone?
The loudest murmurings came from the old men as they ogled her. She despised this damned cruise. One salient point is that they were all filled with lusty eyes at her and not in the way on the upper decks they looked at her body with disdain and obvious body shaming in mind.
“Good now lay on your side here on the chaise. Oh what has happened to your face, Melissa? Oh no is it some kind of reaction…
The whole room looked hazy and felt oppressive.
Outside the door. Melissa found herself here and heard screams of pain and anguish. She wondered if she had dreamt it all. Security guards ran to her, she was covered in blood. They checked on her and then opened the door to a scene they never thought they would witness on a cruise ship. Melissa looked in and thought to herself, well they were half dead anyway.
Blisters on my Fingers
For 24 hours Melissa Aki had been detained, locked in her cabin, under room arrest while the captain investigated what happened in room 13B. She had been cleared of any wrongdoing, but the rest of the guests aboard were shaken up. She didn’t care and spent her time downing beverages, thinking about that sex room, and strumming her acoustic guitar. She was strumming along to Call Me by Shinedown in her frilly pink pyjamas and humming out of tune with it. Her mind was filled with so many thoughts least of all was the fact that Daniela had escaped her body and from the shivers she felt she knew the demoness was jumping from one soul to another. She couldn’t do anything about that.
As her thoughts raced her mind settled on the task at hand. She had many things to do and she needed to win that title and get some things off her chest.
“There is a goal that we all aspire to in this game. We want the golden title. We want the world title or the women’s championship if you are of the better sex. We strive every day, every flubbing day to attain a belt. We are in pain in an almost constant basis but to say we do this for the people is blatantly a fallacy that we all want you to believe in. We do it for ourselves. We are all narcissists of various degrees. We want the attention, the adulation, to grand stand and to laud it over the others who have not attained such glorious stature. We want to be respected is another line I have heard a lot because of Crystal harping on about it all the damned time. I do not give one flub if you respect me, if you adore me, if you want me to succeed. If you give me all of that will it help me win matches? Will it bring titles to me? No. Of course our need for attention is high on our mental list but we get that just from being in a fight, so it is of no consequence.
Some might say that I am superstar, that I am the best signing the company ever made, that my Maki Express is more over than Alicia ripping apart Jessie on twitter. Again, it is nice, and it fuels my control and attention seeking but it does not win matches. I know my form has not been the paramount that I expect out of myself and I will not carry on fighting these numpties if I am not getting the result I should get. I will retire if this is the case and when I have been ready to throw in the towel something inside me has changed, the old fire in me returns and I win. I beat Char and she is one of the hottest up and comers in Sin City. I beat Candy. Who hasn’t really? It enabled me to be the first challenger to Krystal’s title but then again I wonder…I really wonder if this title is good enough to be around my waist…is it deserving of one of the all time best to ever get in that ring? I cannot tell but what I do know is that I am addicted to championships and this would be my first here in this company and that is something that fuels me beyond belief.
She strummed some more and this time it was from the alt-rock band One Less Reason called Life in A Way.
“You see these strings, they vibrate when you touch them, they create beautiful or horrendous music, depending on your knowledge of chords and your ear drums. This is how a match is won or lost. Can you vibe with the vibrations? Can you feel the rhythm of the fight? Can you make elegant music or make cats vomit? This is the true essence of any match but won in an ultimate X setting over a pool makes it even more important. It brings about a question – have either Krystal or Bea ever been in a setting like this before? Do they even know what to expect? I highly doubt it. I have. I battled until that damned Salco…but anyway I know what balance is required. I know every little detail about it because I LIVED it.
There is an even more important part to this roulettes title equation. Everyone has been sleeping on the fact that Krystal does not care about the championship. She does not care about promoting it, about raising the relevance of it like it was a year ago when I fought for it. All she cares about is the adulation she gets as a champion. I CARE. I want to win this title so badly just so I can bring prestige and glamour to it, so I can mould the division into something worth fighting for, so I can improve the women here. As I mentioned a week ago, when I am champion people rise up to face me, they want to beat the ever living shib out of me and so they should. No champion is worth their Himalayan salt unless they have worthy challengers and for once Krystal does in me.
I get it. She beat me and as I have told you ingrates time and time again it does not matter who wins what battle in a war, what matters is who the victor is and whose head ends up on a spike. Krystal Wolfe gets away with a lot in that ring but on the X oh you will have never met a striker like me and when you are up high and I boot you into the pool, Krystal, you will realise that you were just a handover champion, a paper champion, a nobody that never deserved this beautiful title.
Last night I was visited by butterflies, shimmering in the darkness, they formed the roulette title and it is destined to be mine and no two-bit moronic follower of Salco will stop me from attaining it.
She noticed the blisters on her fingers, exploring the little bump and using her the nail on the index finger of her right hand to pop them, that beautiful release when the puss oozes out.
“I seen what you said about our prior match and I have seen what you have had to say about this match. I get it, I really do but you’re failing to grasp is that a promo is a promotional tool to help bring in viewers, get more buys for the show and is not just a foil for your propaganda about your self-entitlement. We all need to big ourselves up, we all need to believe that we can beat the women in front of us, that as a champion you are greater than your foes but also as said champion you are held in higher authority and have shown your baselessness as a so-called champion. I do not follow the same wayward path. I know how great I am, I know what the rest of the world knows but I also know you are not a champion by happenstance and you have various fighting characteristics that make you tough to beat but I beat you I shall. Not because I am on your arrogance train but because I have more inner belief than you had cocks in your mouth.
You see, Krystal, no matter how much bravado you like to pour out into the world, it doesn’t cover up that insecure little girl that screams at you. She tells you to be scared of what you will encounter, she pleads with you to not fight me because she knows, oh she feels the terror within you and I will strip you of everything you hold dear and not because I have to but because I want to take your soul and wrench it from your disgusting body. You have been right, though, you have made it clear that this is not about me and it isn’t. This is about you and Bea. The vegan beef between you too can be seen from a mile away but be careful because everyone that has underestimated me has had to dig their own graves. I am all for threesomes and hell, I have been known to enter them, take what I want and leave so you better keep an eye on me!
Another blister, she flicked her tongue over it and felt a release of joy as she prodded the blister much like she had prodded and cajoled these two wankers into doing what she wanted.
“Bea oh Bea. Much like the maligned Krystal Wolfe your focus has been purely on Krystal and tell you the truth I hope you knock each other off the X structure as would make my task in dethroning her a lot easier. It is once again me and you, sunshine. Maybe the third time is the charm for you, eh? I have knocked you out TWICE! Yet, here we are again, babe. Maybe those concussions got the better of you or maybe your anger at little Krystal means you will go through hell again but the outcome will be the same. It’s a kin to Samantha Marlowe or Candy, you just have this dream that one day you will be victorious against the Demoness but sadly that’s all it is and we all know dreams are just the subconscious dealing with your paranoia at failure against me. I mean, seriously, ten women have beaten me here and you cannot even do it after two attempts? That must really get on your grill, chica. I have looked at myself many times in the last few months and wondered if I would ever get back to the psychotic winning machine I was. I have contemplated retirement because of my lacklustre record but what about you? How in the blue blazes have you EARNED a title shot? Oh yeah because you think Krystal is a big meanie pants and you must overcome that wicked witch. Gosh, you are a trailblazer alright.
GROW THE FLUB UP! Everyone hates everyone. I hate you and I don’t even know you except to see your eyes roll in the back of your head. I hate Crystal, she hates me. The same for you two morons. That is just how life works. Hell, I hate all of humanity equally so what gives you the nerve to decide you want or warrant a title shot because that ignoramus pissed you off? Well, you know what, I don’t give a flub. Your funeral be it. Three and zero for me against you and you soaking wet in the pool as you look up and the glittering gold is raised by yours truly. You deserve what you will get, and it won’t be pretty. I am the new roulette champion because I am destined for greatness.
She throws her phone down and strums to Papa Roach’s Last Resort as we fade.
The Swaying motion as you travel can make the hardiest of souls weak in the intestinal tract, yet, almost like sea hardened veterans, the old and infirm actually take great joy in it, as do the little ones, giggling and swaying in overly dramatic ways. We all need to feel more like a child or an OAP and dispense with the struggles of adulthood and judgement it brings.
Melissa, strode across the upper deck of the Sun Princess, her red bikini hugging tightly to her body, she swayed with the boat and almost fell off the deck when one disgraceful wave hit and she felt her stomach lurch. She bounded down the steps, eyeing up the ridiculously tanned men and women rushing past her. She held her stomach in a self-conscious fashion as she found the pool.
She scanned around her and saw some very delicious men and women; some little nippers racing around and being told off by her parents. She managed to find a table free and a handsome waiter gave her a rum and root beer which was nice. She sipped it, sparked up her vape and looked up to where the structure will be placed. Her thoughts immediately sprang to the previous year and that damned Jessie Salco pulling her off and they fell into the pool and thus ruining her roulettes title shot. Not going to happen this year, she thought as she sipped her drink again. She was always destined for greatness and she NEEDED that title like a junkie for gold.
As she day dreamed about winning the roulettes title on this stupid boat in a few days time, someone stepped up to her table and leaned on it and her drink almost tipped over as she blasted the person with a full exhale of caramel vapor. She grabbed her drink just in time and lowered her sunglasses.
“Mind what you’re doing you stupid wanker!” She felt a grumble from her stomach and the oddly enjoyable cramps from below that signalled the awakening of Daniela.
The person currently, taking an age to sit opposite her, was an old lady in a one piece bathing suit, with a rinsed blue wig and chattering false teeth.
“Mind if I sit, my dear. Well, Melissa thought, she already taken it, haven’t you? She could be unkind to this lady, but she was old and she would feel bad about it. Then again, she is probably racist but it is always better to be kind in these situations with the general public. You do not want a rumble with a virtually dead person to get to the dirt sheets.
She continued to vape and sip her drink while she appraised the old lady who was waffling on about something or other. “…I get lost see and you look like a lovely young woman, are you a jap? Well, back in my day we always said to be nice to japs as they make lovely food but so many hated them. I felt bad for your lot, you see. Wonderful food. Weird alien eyes but your eyes are lovely. Anyway, it’s so hot isn’t it? My word. They call that global change. We have ruined the world. Yes, love, I know but we need factories and back in the war my mom was in one of those factories making uniforms for our boys.
And on and on it went. From being racist to talk of wars. She just nodded at her while Daniela was piping up about bludgeoning her head on the side of the pool and Melissa wondered if she could get away with it, she probably would do just that to stop her incessant monologue.
It was time to put an end to this, “Thank you for the lovely chat. Now I am going down to level three so I will have to say so long, honeylove.”
“What about your drink? My Lester says never to leave a drink abandoned. There shall be no friend left behind” She grabbed it and slobbered it all over her hairy face the damned infidel! No, she must remain calm. Too many witnesses but Daniela was craving for a soul to reap. It would have to wait. She smiled at the old lady and then was about to bid a hasty retreat when the old lady grabbed her arm as they began to walk and the image in her mind was a big red FML sign. To top it all off she had suddenly started using a god damned southern accent!
“You’re so very tall. Most japs are short. This world! My dear, did you say deck three? That is where my art class is supposed to be starting but I couldn’t find it anywhere. It is 13B but when I went into 13B it was so crazy. People in diapers, playing some sort of cowboys and Indians game, riding each other, and walking around. A person cannot be a horse! Someone seemed to have split some milk and they were all trying to drink it and help clean it up. What a room of nonsense!”
Melissa’s ears perked up as did her chest. If only her wife Yuki was here, they would have so much fun in that room, but it wasn’t cheating if you just watched. She watched porno all the time when her wife was away, and this was just amateur dramatics with a twist. She put that room away in her knowledge vault for later. Daniela was getting excited too and they both felt that familiar rush of warmth spread over her, but she had to put it to one side and find a way to lose this geriatric bitch!
She took off her glasses and put them in her case in her clutch and brought out her spectacles and adorned them as the lady pointed to the door that said 13B. A wave of optimism and yearning came over her, wanting this to be the sex room the lady mentioned. As the door opened a buxom young woman with brown wavy her smiled.
“Margaret! There you are. I thought we lost you. Ooh and you have brought a beautiful young woman with you. Is she your granddaughter? How marvellous.”
Melissa couldn’t keep her eyes off the woman’s bouncing breasts and they started to hypnotise her as Margaret spoke, “Hardly. She is a jap. How could she be my granddaughter!
The lady with the bouncy appendages told Margaret that no racism was allowed on the cruise, told Margaret where to sit and then turned to Melissa who was now in the midst of hypnosis. “My apologies. I am Tiffany. I am the art teacher. You know how these people get. Hard to educate them at their age but it’s a job you know.
Still dazed as the cleavage was coming dangerously close to her and she feared she might get injured before her title match.
Silence.
“Oh I have a fabulous idea, if you don’t mind. Would you mind being still life for the class?”
What the flub did that mean? If it meant time with those breasts…no. Snap out of it! Daniela started to curse and was mentioning many unspeakable violent and depraved acts on Tiffany.
“I am Melissa. I am a part of the wrestling show on Sunday. Dunno what the flub still life is but why not I got an hour to kill.”
Tiffany smiled and hugged her and her chest felt so heavy with the wait of those pillows so she pulled away but the woman took her to a chaise lounge and started to take off her bikini. Melissa’s eyes went wide and for a moment she wondered if she had entered the sex room after all.
Tiffany placed her palm to her face as soon as she had Melissa naked and covering her vital places. “Oh sorry, Melissa. It is a nude one. Your body is so yummy, and I know all of us here are happy to paint your exquisite form. Aren’t we everyone?
The loudest murmurings came from the old men as they ogled her. She despised this damned cruise. One salient point is that they were all filled with lusty eyes at her and not in the way on the upper decks they looked at her body with disdain and obvious body shaming in mind.
“Good now lay on your side here on the chaise. Oh what has happened to your face, Melissa? Oh no is it some kind of reaction…
The whole room looked hazy and felt oppressive.
Outside the door. Melissa found herself here and heard screams of pain and anguish. She wondered if she had dreamt it all. Security guards ran to her, she was covered in blood. They checked on her and then opened the door to a scene they never thought they would witness on a cruise ship. Melissa looked in and thought to herself, well they were half dead anyway.
Blisters on my Fingers
For 24 hours Melissa Aki had been detained, locked in her cabin, under room arrest while the captain investigated what happened in room 13B. She had been cleared of any wrongdoing, but the rest of the guests aboard were shaken up. She didn’t care and spent her time downing beverages, thinking about that sex room, and strumming her acoustic guitar. She was strumming along to Call Me by Shinedown in her frilly pink pyjamas and humming out of tune with it. Her mind was filled with so many thoughts least of all was the fact that Daniela had escaped her body and from the shivers she felt she knew the demoness was jumping from one soul to another. She couldn’t do anything about that.
As her thoughts raced her mind settled on the task at hand. She had many things to do and she needed to win that title and get some things off her chest.
“There is a goal that we all aspire to in this game. We want the golden title. We want the world title or the women’s championship if you are of the better sex. We strive every day, every flubbing day to attain a belt. We are in pain in an almost constant basis but to say we do this for the people is blatantly a fallacy that we all want you to believe in. We do it for ourselves. We are all narcissists of various degrees. We want the attention, the adulation, to grand stand and to laud it over the others who have not attained such glorious stature. We want to be respected is another line I have heard a lot because of Crystal harping on about it all the damned time. I do not give one flub if you respect me, if you adore me, if you want me to succeed. If you give me all of that will it help me win matches? Will it bring titles to me? No. Of course our need for attention is high on our mental list but we get that just from being in a fight, so it is of no consequence.
Some might say that I am superstar, that I am the best signing the company ever made, that my Maki Express is more over than Alicia ripping apart Jessie on twitter. Again, it is nice, and it fuels my control and attention seeking but it does not win matches. I know my form has not been the paramount that I expect out of myself and I will not carry on fighting these numpties if I am not getting the result I should get. I will retire if this is the case and when I have been ready to throw in the towel something inside me has changed, the old fire in me returns and I win. I beat Char and she is one of the hottest up and comers in Sin City. I beat Candy. Who hasn’t really? It enabled me to be the first challenger to Krystal’s title but then again I wonder…I really wonder if this title is good enough to be around my waist…is it deserving of one of the all time best to ever get in that ring? I cannot tell but what I do know is that I am addicted to championships and this would be my first here in this company and that is something that fuels me beyond belief.
She strummed some more and this time it was from the alt-rock band One Less Reason called Life in A Way.
“You see these strings, they vibrate when you touch them, they create beautiful or horrendous music, depending on your knowledge of chords and your ear drums. This is how a match is won or lost. Can you vibe with the vibrations? Can you feel the rhythm of the fight? Can you make elegant music or make cats vomit? This is the true essence of any match but won in an ultimate X setting over a pool makes it even more important. It brings about a question – have either Krystal or Bea ever been in a setting like this before? Do they even know what to expect? I highly doubt it. I have. I battled until that damned Salco…but anyway I know what balance is required. I know every little detail about it because I LIVED it.
There is an even more important part to this roulettes title equation. Everyone has been sleeping on the fact that Krystal does not care about the championship. She does not care about promoting it, about raising the relevance of it like it was a year ago when I fought for it. All she cares about is the adulation she gets as a champion. I CARE. I want to win this title so badly just so I can bring prestige and glamour to it, so I can mould the division into something worth fighting for, so I can improve the women here. As I mentioned a week ago, when I am champion people rise up to face me, they want to beat the ever living shib out of me and so they should. No champion is worth their Himalayan salt unless they have worthy challengers and for once Krystal does in me.
I get it. She beat me and as I have told you ingrates time and time again it does not matter who wins what battle in a war, what matters is who the victor is and whose head ends up on a spike. Krystal Wolfe gets away with a lot in that ring but on the X oh you will have never met a striker like me and when you are up high and I boot you into the pool, Krystal, you will realise that you were just a handover champion, a paper champion, a nobody that never deserved this beautiful title.
Last night I was visited by butterflies, shimmering in the darkness, they formed the roulette title and it is destined to be mine and no two-bit moronic follower of Salco will stop me from attaining it.
She noticed the blisters on her fingers, exploring the little bump and using her the nail on the index finger of her right hand to pop them, that beautiful release when the puss oozes out.
“I seen what you said about our prior match and I have seen what you have had to say about this match. I get it, I really do but you’re failing to grasp is that a promo is a promotional tool to help bring in viewers, get more buys for the show and is not just a foil for your propaganda about your self-entitlement. We all need to big ourselves up, we all need to believe that we can beat the women in front of us, that as a champion you are greater than your foes but also as said champion you are held in higher authority and have shown your baselessness as a so-called champion. I do not follow the same wayward path. I know how great I am, I know what the rest of the world knows but I also know you are not a champion by happenstance and you have various fighting characteristics that make you tough to beat but I beat you I shall. Not because I am on your arrogance train but because I have more inner belief than you had cocks in your mouth.
You see, Krystal, no matter how much bravado you like to pour out into the world, it doesn’t cover up that insecure little girl that screams at you. She tells you to be scared of what you will encounter, she pleads with you to not fight me because she knows, oh she feels the terror within you and I will strip you of everything you hold dear and not because I have to but because I want to take your soul and wrench it from your disgusting body. You have been right, though, you have made it clear that this is not about me and it isn’t. This is about you and Bea. The vegan beef between you too can be seen from a mile away but be careful because everyone that has underestimated me has had to dig their own graves. I am all for threesomes and hell, I have been known to enter them, take what I want and leave so you better keep an eye on me!
Another blister, she flicked her tongue over it and felt a release of joy as she prodded the blister much like she had prodded and cajoled these two wankers into doing what she wanted.
“Bea oh Bea. Much like the maligned Krystal Wolfe your focus has been purely on Krystal and tell you the truth I hope you knock each other off the X structure as would make my task in dethroning her a lot easier. It is once again me and you, sunshine. Maybe the third time is the charm for you, eh? I have knocked you out TWICE! Yet, here we are again, babe. Maybe those concussions got the better of you or maybe your anger at little Krystal means you will go through hell again but the outcome will be the same. It’s a kin to Samantha Marlowe or Candy, you just have this dream that one day you will be victorious against the Demoness but sadly that’s all it is and we all know dreams are just the subconscious dealing with your paranoia at failure against me. I mean, seriously, ten women have beaten me here and you cannot even do it after two attempts? That must really get on your grill, chica. I have looked at myself many times in the last few months and wondered if I would ever get back to the psychotic winning machine I was. I have contemplated retirement because of my lacklustre record but what about you? How in the blue blazes have you EARNED a title shot? Oh yeah because you think Krystal is a big meanie pants and you must overcome that wicked witch. Gosh, you are a trailblazer alright.
GROW THE FLUB UP! Everyone hates everyone. I hate you and I don’t even know you except to see your eyes roll in the back of your head. I hate Crystal, she hates me. The same for you two morons. That is just how life works. Hell, I hate all of humanity equally so what gives you the nerve to decide you want or warrant a title shot because that ignoramus pissed you off? Well, you know what, I don’t give a flub. Your funeral be it. Three and zero for me against you and you soaking wet in the pool as you look up and the glittering gold is raised by yours truly. You deserve what you will get, and it won’t be pretty. I am the new roulette champion because I am destined for greatness.
She throws her phone down and strums to Papa Roach’s Last Resort as we fade.