Killer Instinct, way of the Order (Spoiler)

[Lacey Cadavre]

Ah... play time... it is indeed upon us. The finish of the match between MG and Andrew Rose seemed to be a perfect opportunity for Lacey to

...

...practice... for her upcoming target. Such a man... smaller than the fallen Rose was... but, very, very skilled. And deadly.

The arena lights go dark. Rose was still in the ring, alone. His temper over his most recent loss getting the better of him. Random blue flashes of light erupt. She can see him looking nervously around. The haunting tones of her theme song echo around, before a singl, blue spotlight appears on him, Lacey behind him. Her head down. She feels him step around, finally face to face with her, before her head snaps up, and, a delicious snarl on her face, she hooks him, slamming him straight down to the mat and latching in the...

"Twisted Limbs...

scream, meat..."

She wrenches back with sinister intent, feeling the arm muscles tighten, tear...

"SCREAM!!!!!!!"

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Oh, did the delightful sounds of a man brought to pain reach her ears, so well... the wind from his flailing, slapping arm brushing her hair behind her head. The near orgasmic experience. She keeps pulling harder, and harder, utnil finally.

He's asleep. Passed out. The poor fool could not take the pain. Lacey exits through the crowd, the lights returning to normal. Such a pity she couldn't be on live television to make a man her bitch.[/font][/center]

[andy]

Andrew groans from the ambush. A woman... but this woman was different. Incredibally strong. He tries to push himself off of the ground, falling back into it as an intense pain shoots through his upper arm and shoulder. Already the EMT's are in the ring, staring with their jaws dropped at Andrew's arm. His eyes trace his arm... a massive dent appears in his bicep, his shoulder burns like hell.

"Fuck..."

"Mr. Rose... you have to go see a specialist about that arm right now... come in the back, and we'll put you in a sling... but I think you may want to consider a side career for the time being..."

Andrew's jaw dropped. A losing streak, and to be put out by a woman... that's all that he amounted to. He's assisted out of the ring, his head hanging as he makes his walk back up the ramp, to the backstage area.