Liv or Death...
Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2018 2:20 pm
The Day Of Warfare. The 12th of November, 2018.
It was a hectic triple threat, with a huge prize for the winner, a contendership status for the Women's Championship. The three women involved went to war, Becky Lynch, Candice LeRae and finally, The Priscilla Kelly. In the final few moments of the match, Becky Lynch, as befitting her hair and personality, was a house on fire, Candice LeRae had incapacitated the Priscilla Kelly, and Becky came in for the kill on Candice, beating her down and seemingly on the path to victory. But then...
Just as victory seemed to be on the verge for the flame haired hero, Priscilla rose from the grave and struck first upon Becky, briefly incapacitating her and allowing the youngest woman in the match to remove her from the equation. While tossing Becky aside, Priscilla took her time to tear off some of the fabric of the Lass's attire, placing it within her purple shorts as she returned to the laid out Candice, easily picking up the pieces and choking her favourite toy out with Trapped In Sin once again, and also once again netting herself a victory, continuing her undefeated streak within EBWF.
With another win gained and another prize taken for herself to add to her 'collection', Priscilla smirked while walking up the ramp backwards, gazing upon her victims as she slid out the piece of attire fabric she had stolen from earlier in the match, now visibly dripping with some form of slime, and nuzzled it against her face before liking it. "I'll treasure this always!” She taunted with her sick demented ear to ear grin while slowly fading behind the curtain, relishing having completed her victory in every sense of the word on this night.
Moments Before Warfare. The 19th of November, 2018.
As the days leading up to the next edition of Warfare rolled on, the newly declared number one contender grew impatient with waiting for the time of her future title match to be announced, the excitement and thrill of knowing that she was inching step by step closer towards getting her hands on the prized gold she has so desired just as much as the pound of flesh from every woman she has encountered in her short yet memorable time within EBWF. With only a handful of victims and a dominant undefeated streak, she had already established herself as a predatory top dog within the company. And she still had more victims to go on her way to the finish line to retrieve the shining belt that she desired so. And now her focus was to be on her next victim in line: Liv Morgan.
Our scene began in what appeared to be the parking lot just outside of the arena for the show tonight. The full moon was out, a beautiful cold winter's evening. While not cold enough to garner snow, there was still a clear chill in the air, one that became even more vibrant in the presence of none other than The Priscilla Kelly. With condensation from the cold air steaming from her petite mouth, the all black garbed girl was laying upon a car in a seductive pose, her attire inconsistent with the winter atmosphere.
She had a crop top, baring her belly and shoulders, arm warmers, a short tight skirt, and knee length boots. Despite the cold, her ivory skin was warm to the touch. Playing with the bauble on a black coloured Santa hat adorned upon her head, Priscilla quietly sang to herself. "Tis the season to be unholy..." She began, before rattling her tongue in tune to the "Fa-la-la-la-la" section of 'Deck The Halls', eerily speaking in tongues.
"It's funny. We have a whole month away until Christmas time... And yet here we are, practically falling over ourselves trying to market it to death, because capitalism is all that seems to matter in this world. You know, my little friend for Warfare tonight, Lovely little Liv Morgan... She represents that pretty well. She LOOOOVES her Air Jordan's and her cute caps. I'd love to rip them right off her tasty body and suck on her warm orange skin, drink the citrus straight from her pretty face. Hmmm..." She chuckled to herself softly as she continued.
"I've been watching Liv for a little while, like I have with everyone around here. She's funny. She's cute. She amuses me with her silly Jersey antics, and I like that. I enjoy dinner that I can have a little fun with before I munch on it. It'll be all the more entertaining when all of that fire and excitement fades and turns into fear after I've left her laying in a puddle of her own... Juices. That is, if I haven't cleaned her off myself with my tongue. I sometimes get a little carried away..."
With a sick giggle, Priscilla slid off of the car and onto her feet, seductively pacing herself in a circle, while having tucked her hands behind her back, almost emulating the familiar way in which Liv Morgan makes her entrance while continuing her giggling.
"I believe it wasn't too long ago that little Liv actually held the very same title that I'm on the high rise towards very soon... Isn't that interesting? Nothing sounds quite as fun as making a former champion a weak bitch at my knees. I never get tired of playing with blondes and making them squirm between my legs when they're trapped in sin. The image of Liv's pretty eyes staring up at me while her mouth is full does get me very excited, more so than I can put to words. Maybe I might spray her, like I'd intended to do last week."
The raven haired seductress giggled as she reached between her cleavage, revealing the piece of Becky Lynch's attire that she had stolen during last week's edition of Warfare, taking a deep sniff of the fabric before licking it. "All I wanted to do last week before taking what was mine, was to establish my dominance over that arrogant little Becky by spraying my black bile all over that gorgeous face of her's, let her feel the true burning sensation that I can provide... But there's still time to come for that... After I take my prize. Soon enough..."
Tucking the fabric under her skirt and between her legs, Priscilla shivered with a husky giggle as she returned to her previous thoughts. "But first comes Liv and a plague of suffering that I'm going to inflict upon the adorable little cutie before I bite down on her flesh and make her scream for me... Hmmm, yeah... I love the sound of that... I really do." She remarked while sitting herself down upon the cold hard pavement.
"And while the time is biding until that moment comes, more women may get in my way until the right time... I want a certain woman in particular to know that I'm watching her all the way until I have her right in front of me... Zahra Schreiber... I'm going to make it my mission to lick every one of her tattoos before I take the title from her..." With a grin, Priscilla closed her eyes, fading to black as she visualised her upcoming fate for weeks to come.
Just as victory seemed to be on the verge for the flame haired hero, Priscilla rose from the grave and struck first upon Becky, briefly incapacitating her and allowing the youngest woman in the match to remove her from the equation. While tossing Becky aside, Priscilla took her time to tear off some of the fabric of the Lass's attire, placing it within her purple shorts as she returned to the laid out Candice, easily picking up the pieces and choking her favourite toy out with Trapped In Sin once again, and also once again netting herself a victory, continuing her undefeated streak within EBWF.
With another win gained and another prize taken for herself to add to her 'collection', Priscilla smirked while walking up the ramp backwards, gazing upon her victims as she slid out the piece of attire fabric she had stolen from earlier in the match, now visibly dripping with some form of slime, and nuzzled it against her face before liking it. "I'll treasure this always!” She taunted with her sick demented ear to ear grin while slowly fading behind the curtain, relishing having completed her victory in every sense of the word on this night.
Moments Before Warfare. The 19th of November, 2018.
As the days leading up to the next edition of Warfare rolled on, the newly declared number one contender grew impatient with waiting for the time of her future title match to be announced, the excitement and thrill of knowing that she was inching step by step closer towards getting her hands on the prized gold she has so desired just as much as the pound of flesh from every woman she has encountered in her short yet memorable time within EBWF. With only a handful of victims and a dominant undefeated streak, she had already established herself as a predatory top dog within the company. And she still had more victims to go on her way to the finish line to retrieve the shining belt that she desired so. And now her focus was to be on her next victim in line: Liv Morgan.
Our scene began in what appeared to be the parking lot just outside of the arena for the show tonight. The full moon was out, a beautiful cold winter's evening. While not cold enough to garner snow, there was still a clear chill in the air, one that became even more vibrant in the presence of none other than The Priscilla Kelly. With condensation from the cold air steaming from her petite mouth, the all black garbed girl was laying upon a car in a seductive pose, her attire inconsistent with the winter atmosphere.
She had a crop top, baring her belly and shoulders, arm warmers, a short tight skirt, and knee length boots. Despite the cold, her ivory skin was warm to the touch. Playing with the bauble on a black coloured Santa hat adorned upon her head, Priscilla quietly sang to herself. "Tis the season to be unholy..." She began, before rattling her tongue in tune to the "Fa-la-la-la-la" section of 'Deck The Halls', eerily speaking in tongues.
"It's funny. We have a whole month away until Christmas time... And yet here we are, practically falling over ourselves trying to market it to death, because capitalism is all that seems to matter in this world. You know, my little friend for Warfare tonight, Lovely little Liv Morgan... She represents that pretty well. She LOOOOVES her Air Jordan's and her cute caps. I'd love to rip them right off her tasty body and suck on her warm orange skin, drink the citrus straight from her pretty face. Hmmm..." She chuckled to herself softly as she continued.
"I've been watching Liv for a little while, like I have with everyone around here. She's funny. She's cute. She amuses me with her silly Jersey antics, and I like that. I enjoy dinner that I can have a little fun with before I munch on it. It'll be all the more entertaining when all of that fire and excitement fades and turns into fear after I've left her laying in a puddle of her own... Juices. That is, if I haven't cleaned her off myself with my tongue. I sometimes get a little carried away..."
With a sick giggle, Priscilla slid off of the car and onto her feet, seductively pacing herself in a circle, while having tucked her hands behind her back, almost emulating the familiar way in which Liv Morgan makes her entrance while continuing her giggling.
"I believe it wasn't too long ago that little Liv actually held the very same title that I'm on the high rise towards very soon... Isn't that interesting? Nothing sounds quite as fun as making a former champion a weak bitch at my knees. I never get tired of playing with blondes and making them squirm between my legs when they're trapped in sin. The image of Liv's pretty eyes staring up at me while her mouth is full does get me very excited, more so than I can put to words. Maybe I might spray her, like I'd intended to do last week."
The raven haired seductress giggled as she reached between her cleavage, revealing the piece of Becky Lynch's attire that she had stolen during last week's edition of Warfare, taking a deep sniff of the fabric before licking it. "All I wanted to do last week before taking what was mine, was to establish my dominance over that arrogant little Becky by spraying my black bile all over that gorgeous face of her's, let her feel the true burning sensation that I can provide... But there's still time to come for that... After I take my prize. Soon enough..."
Tucking the fabric under her skirt and between her legs, Priscilla shivered with a husky giggle as she returned to her previous thoughts. "But first comes Liv and a plague of suffering that I'm going to inflict upon the adorable little cutie before I bite down on her flesh and make her scream for me... Hmmm, yeah... I love the sound of that... I really do." She remarked while sitting herself down upon the cold hard pavement.
"And while the time is biding until that moment comes, more women may get in my way until the right time... I want a certain woman in particular to know that I'm watching her all the way until I have her right in front of me... Zahra Schreiber... I'm going to make it my mission to lick every one of her tattoos before I take the title from her..." With a grin, Priscilla closed her eyes, fading to black as she visualised her upcoming fate for weeks to come.