Post by cureforthesickness on Sept 6, 2006 11:25:28 GMT -5
They say good things come to those who wait. They say what goes around comes around. My time has apparently come. I have stumbled upon something sweet, yet sour at the same time. It’s almost ironic. Wayne took something from me, and I took something from him. Revolution has never been quite so cold, Wayne, and this is a lesson you are going to learn, better late than never.
The room is darkened. The room looks very bleak. No decorations are on the walls and the only furnature in the room is a single steel chair. The chair has a bar running through the bottom which prevents it from folding up in any way. A body sits in the chair. The body of a shapely woman. Even in the darkness, we can see every curve of the woman’s body. Her torso is covered to the belly button by a loose fitting shirt. In the darkness, the design of the shirt is still clear to the naked eye, it’s a referee shirt. Tight black pants cover the woman’s body from the hips down. Looking at the woman’s head, she can quickly be identified as Vanessa “Phoenix” McGurk. Phoenix wiggles and squirms, trying to get free from her restraining, but her dominator has tied her to such a degree that she cannot get even the slightest bit of her arm free. A cackle is heard in the near background. Obo steps into view, his body still soaked in blood. His shirt is slightly torn and his face is covered in dried blood.
Vanessa: What do you want with me??
Obo: Oh sweet Vanessa. Don’t worry your little mind about what I am planning. Just sit back and prepare for the ride of your life!
Vanessa’s eyes bug out of her head and she begins to scream.
Vanessa: HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!
Obo: Oh Vanessa, so naïve. Screaming will do nothing but make your lungs hurt. You are in a sound proof room. I could fire off a shot gun in here and no one would here a thing. Besides, even if your pathetic squeals did escape from this room, who’s going to hear you? Everybody left the arena hours ago. Even your hero and husband Wayne left. I told him you would meet up with him at the hotel and the stupid f*cker believed me.
Vanessa is almost in tears at this point.
Vanessa: What are you going to do with me? What are you going to do with me??
Obo: Vanessa McGurk. You thought you were going to pull a fast one. You thought you were going to referee my match. You thought you were going to screw me and help your husband. You thought the cards were all in your hand, but when you played your hand and I played mine, I beat you with an ace high. Perhaps you came unprepared for what was going to be the most devastating force ever, or perhaps you’re just an ignorant dumb bitch. Whatever the case, you are now in my clutches.
Vanessa struggles to get free from her chair, but she is firmly restrained.
Vanessa: Let me go you sick bastard!
Obo responds to this insult with a slight smirk on his face, brushing the blood soaked hair out of his eyes.
Obo: Oh Vanessa, you common skank, do you suck Kyzer’s dick with that mouth? I will let you go in due time, but first I am going to have a little bit of fun. Your husband took something away from me that I held dearly so I take something from him. He took my championship belt, so I took you. You’re not a championship belt, but you do look quite attractive, tied up like that. Maybe I could get a thick leather strap and wear you around my waist like a new championship belt..
Vanessa: WHAT??
Obo leans in and rubs Vanessa’s exposed stomach with an evil smirk on his face. Vanessa now has tears running down his face and dripping into an intricate pattern onto her shirt. Obo sees these tears and begins to smile like a cat. Obo leans in and takes a quick lick off of Vanessa’s face like a lollipop, licking up several tears.
Obo: Very sweet, just like I pictured.
Vanessa: (sobbing incoherently)
Obo: Oh sweet Vanessa, you could have escaped this torment. You had the chance. You had several chances, but instead you walked the straight and narrow and walked right into my fox hole. The fox has caught his prey. (grabbing Vanessa by the neck with one hand and by the hair with the other) I could destroy you right now. I could annihilate everything that is you. I could put an end to you. (Obo releases his hand from Vanessa’s throat) But I won’t. I’m not sneaky like your kind are. I’m not manipulative like your group is. I don’t abuse my resources. I think I’ll just leave you to suffer. Send a message to Wayne though. Tell him Obo is coming for him, and is coming to take back his property.
A quick scratching noise of duct tape unrolling is heard and Obo has a segment of duct tape in his hand. He places the duct tape over Vanessa’s mouth, leaving her to squeal under the tape. Obo pushes the chair over, leaving Vanessa taped, tied to the chair, and on the ground. With this, Obo leaves the room with a chuckle.
The room is darkened. The room looks very bleak. No decorations are on the walls and the only furnature in the room is a single steel chair. The chair has a bar running through the bottom which prevents it from folding up in any way. A body sits in the chair. The body of a shapely woman. Even in the darkness, we can see every curve of the woman’s body. Her torso is covered to the belly button by a loose fitting shirt. In the darkness, the design of the shirt is still clear to the naked eye, it’s a referee shirt. Tight black pants cover the woman’s body from the hips down. Looking at the woman’s head, she can quickly be identified as Vanessa “Phoenix” McGurk. Phoenix wiggles and squirms, trying to get free from her restraining, but her dominator has tied her to such a degree that she cannot get even the slightest bit of her arm free. A cackle is heard in the near background. Obo steps into view, his body still soaked in blood. His shirt is slightly torn and his face is covered in dried blood.
Vanessa: What do you want with me??
Obo: Oh sweet Vanessa. Don’t worry your little mind about what I am planning. Just sit back and prepare for the ride of your life!
Vanessa’s eyes bug out of her head and she begins to scream.
Vanessa: HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!
Obo: Oh Vanessa, so naïve. Screaming will do nothing but make your lungs hurt. You are in a sound proof room. I could fire off a shot gun in here and no one would here a thing. Besides, even if your pathetic squeals did escape from this room, who’s going to hear you? Everybody left the arena hours ago. Even your hero and husband Wayne left. I told him you would meet up with him at the hotel and the stupid f*cker believed me.
Vanessa is almost in tears at this point.
Vanessa: What are you going to do with me? What are you going to do with me??
Obo: Vanessa McGurk. You thought you were going to pull a fast one. You thought you were going to referee my match. You thought you were going to screw me and help your husband. You thought the cards were all in your hand, but when you played your hand and I played mine, I beat you with an ace high. Perhaps you came unprepared for what was going to be the most devastating force ever, or perhaps you’re just an ignorant dumb bitch. Whatever the case, you are now in my clutches.
Vanessa struggles to get free from her chair, but she is firmly restrained.
Vanessa: Let me go you sick bastard!
Obo responds to this insult with a slight smirk on his face, brushing the blood soaked hair out of his eyes.
Obo: Oh Vanessa, you common skank, do you suck Kyzer’s dick with that mouth? I will let you go in due time, but first I am going to have a little bit of fun. Your husband took something away from me that I held dearly so I take something from him. He took my championship belt, so I took you. You’re not a championship belt, but you do look quite attractive, tied up like that. Maybe I could get a thick leather strap and wear you around my waist like a new championship belt..
Vanessa: WHAT??
Obo leans in and rubs Vanessa’s exposed stomach with an evil smirk on his face. Vanessa now has tears running down his face and dripping into an intricate pattern onto her shirt. Obo sees these tears and begins to smile like a cat. Obo leans in and takes a quick lick off of Vanessa’s face like a lollipop, licking up several tears.
Obo: Very sweet, just like I pictured.
Vanessa: (sobbing incoherently)
Obo: Oh sweet Vanessa, you could have escaped this torment. You had the chance. You had several chances, but instead you walked the straight and narrow and walked right into my fox hole. The fox has caught his prey. (grabbing Vanessa by the neck with one hand and by the hair with the other) I could destroy you right now. I could annihilate everything that is you. I could put an end to you. (Obo releases his hand from Vanessa’s throat) But I won’t. I’m not sneaky like your kind are. I’m not manipulative like your group is. I don’t abuse my resources. I think I’ll just leave you to suffer. Send a message to Wayne though. Tell him Obo is coming for him, and is coming to take back his property.
A quick scratching noise of duct tape unrolling is heard and Obo has a segment of duct tape in his hand. He places the duct tape over Vanessa’s mouth, leaving her to squeal under the tape. Obo pushes the chair over, leaving Vanessa taped, tied to the chair, and on the ground. With this, Obo leaves the room with a chuckle.
