First to Rise, Last to Die
Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 4:06 pm
The Day Of Warfare. The 5th of November, 2018.
The bell marking the toll of victory rang once again. And just like the last time and the time before that, Priscilla Kelly ascended to the ring, set her sights on her prey, took her chunk of flesh and made her mark by adding a British flavor to her list of victims in the form of Lana Austin, literally in this case, marking her territory by biting her opponent in a very intimate place. No one seemed to see that one coming from her.
While making her way backstage from the stage, the raven haired seductress noticed in her frame of vision that a camera was centered upon her. With a sick perverted grin, she slinked towards it, brushing some of her messy dark hair behind her ear as her bright red eyes stared into the camera lens, licking her lips as she spoke. "For those in attendance, that marks three. Three victims all at the hands of Priscilla Kelly. All of them have felt my bite and now I've swallowed their souls to myself... I told you... I want more... Give me something I can really sink my teeth into. And then the real fun can begin... And not just for me either..."
With a deranged laugh, EBWF's resident harlot departed from the scene, stroking her stomach and reaching into her shorts before licking her fingers as she faded from the view of the camera's line of sight, into darkness.
The Day Before Warfare. The 11th of November, 2018.
Six days had passed. A new card had been set, and it seemed the occasion was marked, with a high bar set up. Becky Lynch vs Candice LeRae vs Priscilla Kelly, the winner becoming the new #1 Contender for the Women's Championship. A high standard match, with three extremely tough competitors all put together into the squared circle all at once. It surely would lead to chaos. The fun kind. Especially that is, for Priscilla Kelly.
Within in the ring of what appeared to be an empty gym, in complete darkness, with Marilyn Manson's "Sweet Dreams" quietly echoing through the empty walls, Priscilla lay sat on the bottom turnbuckle, her hands guiding along the ropes slowly, softly and sensually, with an intense look in the eyes of the youngest wrestler in the company. "It would seem that I got JUST what I desired... That's good... Very good...Considering my opponents, some may say I've got more than I bargained for..."
Closing her eyes, she merely shook her head and chuckled darkly. "But I don't think that's the case at all. Candice LeRae. At first, it was fun toying with the little candy blonde baby, but now I'm growing very tired of her constantly coming back for more. I've tasted you twice already, and the taste of your scent's growing stale on me. When we're against each other once more, this will be the last time that I deal with you, not before I enjoy one final sample though... It'll be fun stepping on your face one last time on my way to take myself to higher places."
Raising her arms onto the middle ropes, Hell's Favorite Harlot vaulted herself to her feet, in an almost uncanny manner. Now seen in all her glory, the visual of her body could not be denied of it's attractiveness, even in such simple clothing as a black t-shirt and matching black jeans, along with black high heeled boots and a wreath of black roses rested upon her head. She looked like the living dead, and yet the sight of her could only be described as drop dead gorgeous.
"But boring old Candice isn't the only person I'll be dealing with now. Oh no, I've been watching my other 'opponent' very VERY closely..." She grinned to herself, tucking her hands back in an almost corpse like gait. "I'm going to be going up against... 'Straight Fire.'... 'The Queenslayer'... 'The Lass Kicker'... Oh Becky, you have so many names! Can I call you 'Daddy'?" Practically mocking her second opponent in Becky Lynch, the night sky themed girl slid from side to side, almost as if dancing seductively.
"You know, Becky Lynch... In the time I've been watching you, you know what I've seen?" She asked, speaking directly towards her orange haired opponent. "I don't see a badass. I don't see you as some kind of undying warrior. No. To me, all that you are is just an inadequate, intimidated woman who has to overcompensate for her inner fears that she is worth nothing without being seen as strong and tough. You have to have all of the eyes on you and if you have any less than that, you mean nothing. You don't even exist. You're just shit, the kind that everyone avoids stepping on."
Suddenly planting herself in the middle of the ring with her legs crossed in an Indian position, Priscilla reached her hands forward, rocking and back forth slightly as she giggled to herself. "You fear being a loser, Becky... And that... That's what's gonna be what costs you against me when I get my hands on you. I don't fear anything. There is NOTHING you can do to me to scare or intimidate me. You can threaten to break my arm, and you might even get to do it, but you can't beat me. Oh no."
Dragging one hand up her body, Priscilla grabbed onto her left breast, taking a firm handful before crushing it in her hand, even letting out a soft gasp. "Playing with fire's always been a real fun past time for me... I'm going to make sure I savor playing with you, to enjoy myself when I taste your warm orange skin... I might even let you go a little easy. Just so I can come back to you time and time again, watching you squirm and seeing that 'tough girl' image fall to pieces at my hands. Watching you tremble and begging to have a taste of me for yourself because I've left you wanting more. Oh, Becky... Ohhh..." Squealing softly, she very suddenly let go of her breast.
"I'm sorry, but I want more than just my pleasure. I want to have gold. And I'll step on your smug, overconfident face just as hard as I will on sweet little Candy's to get my hands on that. I'll come back for you after it's mine. Don't you worry..."
With her 'promise' given, Priscilla closed her eyes and darkly chuckled to herself, thinking about the immediate fun that was inbound her way very soon...
While making her way backstage from the stage, the raven haired seductress noticed in her frame of vision that a camera was centered upon her. With a sick perverted grin, she slinked towards it, brushing some of her messy dark hair behind her ear as her bright red eyes stared into the camera lens, licking her lips as she spoke. "For those in attendance, that marks three. Three victims all at the hands of Priscilla Kelly. All of them have felt my bite and now I've swallowed their souls to myself... I told you... I want more... Give me something I can really sink my teeth into. And then the real fun can begin... And not just for me either..."
With a deranged laugh, EBWF's resident harlot departed from the scene, stroking her stomach and reaching into her shorts before licking her fingers as she faded from the view of the camera's line of sight, into darkness.
The Day Before Warfare. The 11th of November, 2018.
Within in the ring of what appeared to be an empty gym, in complete darkness, with Marilyn Manson's "Sweet Dreams" quietly echoing through the empty walls, Priscilla lay sat on the bottom turnbuckle, her hands guiding along the ropes slowly, softly and sensually, with an intense look in the eyes of the youngest wrestler in the company. "It would seem that I got JUST what I desired... That's good... Very good...Considering my opponents, some may say I've got more than I bargained for..."
Closing her eyes, she merely shook her head and chuckled darkly. "But I don't think that's the case at all. Candice LeRae. At first, it was fun toying with the little candy blonde baby, but now I'm growing very tired of her constantly coming back for more. I've tasted you twice already, and the taste of your scent's growing stale on me. When we're against each other once more, this will be the last time that I deal with you, not before I enjoy one final sample though... It'll be fun stepping on your face one last time on my way to take myself to higher places."
Raising her arms onto the middle ropes, Hell's Favorite Harlot vaulted herself to her feet, in an almost uncanny manner. Now seen in all her glory, the visual of her body could not be denied of it's attractiveness, even in such simple clothing as a black t-shirt and matching black jeans, along with black high heeled boots and a wreath of black roses rested upon her head. She looked like the living dead, and yet the sight of her could only be described as drop dead gorgeous.
"But boring old Candice isn't the only person I'll be dealing with now. Oh no, I've been watching my other 'opponent' very VERY closely..." She grinned to herself, tucking her hands back in an almost corpse like gait. "I'm going to be going up against... 'Straight Fire.'... 'The Queenslayer'... 'The Lass Kicker'... Oh Becky, you have so many names! Can I call you 'Daddy'?" Practically mocking her second opponent in Becky Lynch, the night sky themed girl slid from side to side, almost as if dancing seductively.
"You know, Becky Lynch... In the time I've been watching you, you know what I've seen?" She asked, speaking directly towards her orange haired opponent. "I don't see a badass. I don't see you as some kind of undying warrior. No. To me, all that you are is just an inadequate, intimidated woman who has to overcompensate for her inner fears that she is worth nothing without being seen as strong and tough. You have to have all of the eyes on you and if you have any less than that, you mean nothing. You don't even exist. You're just shit, the kind that everyone avoids stepping on."
Suddenly planting herself in the middle of the ring with her legs crossed in an Indian position, Priscilla reached her hands forward, rocking and back forth slightly as she giggled to herself. "You fear being a loser, Becky... And that... That's what's gonna be what costs you against me when I get my hands on you. I don't fear anything. There is NOTHING you can do to me to scare or intimidate me. You can threaten to break my arm, and you might even get to do it, but you can't beat me. Oh no."
Dragging one hand up her body, Priscilla grabbed onto her left breast, taking a firm handful before crushing it in her hand, even letting out a soft gasp. "Playing with fire's always been a real fun past time for me... I'm going to make sure I savor playing with you, to enjoy myself when I taste your warm orange skin... I might even let you go a little easy. Just so I can come back to you time and time again, watching you squirm and seeing that 'tough girl' image fall to pieces at my hands. Watching you tremble and begging to have a taste of me for yourself because I've left you wanting more. Oh, Becky... Ohhh..." Squealing softly, she very suddenly let go of her breast.
"I'm sorry, but I want more than just my pleasure. I want to have gold. And I'll step on your smug, overconfident face just as hard as I will on sweet little Candy's to get my hands on that. I'll come back for you after it's mine. Don't you worry..."
With her 'promise' given, Priscilla closed her eyes and darkly chuckled to herself, thinking about the immediate fun that was inbound her way very soon...