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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Mar 18, 2008 12:20:08 GMT -5
During the commercial break, the sweet reminder of Lacey's play times are broadcast... all to bring back to light the woman that they are soon to see.
"Haunted." Inside and out, that is Lacey Cadavre... a cancer that she enjoys to spread to those that watch her...
And double to those that cross her. Those she chooses to hunt.
Including, the woman shown screaming her songbird voice loudly in Lacey's clutches. Oh, how she wanted to hear that delightful sound again...
"A MindGame... or a brief pleasuring of oneself... you decide what my actions against Erin O'Shannessy meant. It means nothing to me... but what you did see.
I am a woman... on a hunt. My purposes, will be revealed in time... but in that time before I hunt?
I play.
The songbird Irish-girl. The youthful, Erin O'Shaunnessy... you desire vengeance?
Come get it. Within the confines of a fifteen foot steel cage... pin falls and submissions of course apply.
Twisted Limbs. Your future. My pleasure." |
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Post by erin on Mar 18, 2008 12:42:04 GMT -5
Soon Erin's theme hits the stadium as the Irish daughter appears in the stadium looking pissed off at Erin, however that doesn't avoid her shaking hands with many loyal fans, Erin without fear gets in the ring with Lacey as she's given a mic
If your mission is nothing but being a inhumane, treacherous excuse of a wrestler, good work soldier. Mission acomplished!
Everyone could feel the energy in Erin's words
So that's what I am in your little creepy "mission" a toy? A toy that you can play and handle at your will? No way Lacey, you made me scream once, but that's not gonna happen again, this time I know who I am getting in the ring with. A backstabbing sadist that the only way she has to get on her mission is attacking hapless people that have been way exhausted after a match. That's the only way you got me Lacey, because if you remember our little dance, I kicked your butt, too bad I didn't kicked it hard enough to avoid you putting that submission on me.
But thanks to Yoshi I escaped and I am here to fight again, Lacey you haven't been forgotten, I might not be anything but a toy to you. But in this cage match you want.
You'll be the only one screaming... Like the broken voice box of a forgotten toy.
Erin rises her arms as the fans cheer her loudly, everyone felt the energy of Erin's words, she wasn't afraid at all of Lacey, she was seeking vengeance and tonight she had a huge chance of retaliation
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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Mar 18, 2008 12:50:02 GMT -5
"My, you think highly of yourself if you believe yourself to be my mission... how foolish, how unimportant you are..."
Sadistically, she grins... motioning to the ceiling...
"The cage, it will come down, trapping the cat in the cage with her favorite little songbird... a slow dance of pain and torture, forcing your words back down your throat, forcing my will upon you... forcing your joints into directions they never dreamed possible to bend.
Glorious.
Fulfilling.
Then, the true deeds begin... and you whisper away to the shadows I cast walking towards the direction of that light... to be forgotten, if I'm generous enough to leave you mobile when finished. Enjoy every step you take leaving my ring, Erin...
You never know which one will be your last...
Or how many you've taken for granted." |
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Post by erin on Mar 18, 2008 13:02:15 GMT -5
Erin not dazed fires back
Oh I am supposed to be scared? Maybe you aren't that smart Lacey I never said I was your mission. I said that you considered me your toy and I am not up for that. You should think more before regurgitating those big word speeches you delight us with.
Erin starts cracking her knuckles
You can go orgasmic thinking in all what you'll do to me Lacey, but nobody can see the future, not even you, as much as you want to sell us the bear's skin that you are some kind of supernatural freak. Keep making poetry, keep saying that in the four corners of hell I'll meet my forever torture on my soul
I'll just say that in the cage match I'll kick your freaky ass. Then you can go snapping necks all you want Lacey because I'll have had my revenge served.
Erin then grabs her Irish Cross necklace and she swings it in front of Lacey's face
I'm Irish bitch.
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