Post by Dalilah Ashe on Mar 28, 2024 17:58:05 GMT -6
In the back alleys of San Juan creatures of every shape, size and species are set against each other for sport. Rats, roosters, dogs and even human beings are put into pits, while bets are made by spectators hungry for gladiatorial combat and thirsty for the sight of blood.
Around one such circle, located in an abandoned rum distillery in Old San Juan, a frenzied crowd is getting its fill of such sanguinary entertainment.
A huge brute of a man struggles to throw a smaller body off his back. But the hellion digs her claws in deep, ripping skin and refusing to let go. Dalilah delights in his frustration, laughing directly into his ear before biting off a chunk of cartilage.
The man paws at the wound, howling in pain and fury. Dalilah scrambles up his back, throwing her legs over his shoulders and flipping his body backwards with a Poison-rana. The man’s head bounces off the naked concrete with a sickening thud and he’s likely already unconscious as she applies a leg scissor choke to make sure that he stays that way. It takes two men to pry her off as his face turns purple.
High on adrenaline, Dalilah stares sadistically into her already filming phone:
“Brucey Baby. It’s not often that I encounter a boy who’s prettier than most of the Barbies that I despise on this roster. But sweetie, you do make Gabbi Vee look like a real Gremlin.”
Still grinning, she licks fresh blood from her lips.
“But something tells me that looks may just be deceiving. Because anyone too sick and twisted to work for Disney should probably already be on some kind of list.”
Her eyes go narrow and she shakes a finger at the camera.
“Before Prime’s debut you tried to make a fool out of Lavender by cutting a promo with a Muppet. But at Clash at the the Coliseum, she was the one who made you look like a puppet with severed strings.”
She lets her head and arms go limp like a mangled marionette.
“In Dallas the ‘Box Office’ closed early when Candy collected her bacon flavored bounty at Prime #117. And at Rampage #524, after Ruthann’s brat decided to test your ‘ring smarts’ in New Delhi, all that athletic intelligence got you a D for Defeat. But even when you went to Brawl, where you barely beat Chelsea Skye under the bright lights in...”
She rolls her eyes sarcastically.
“... Tacoma, Washington, the only person you could manage to pin here on Prime was…”
She sneers with disgust and fails to hold back a contemptuous cackle.
“... Cassie Wolfe! And on my report card, that earns you an F, for Failure.”
Cocking her head awkwardly to one side, she shuffles towards the camera, like the vengeful spirit of Samara Morgan, climbing through the screen in The Ring.
“On Sunday in San Juan, the Hollywood Himbo is gonna get the chance to live the sad dream of every failed actor and pathetic Bruce Campbell fanboy. He gets to play Ash in a one night only revival of Ash vs The Evil Dead. But at Prime in Puerto Rico, The Dead will be taking more than just his hand.”
The ring light gives the flesh of her face the pallor of a freshly dead corpse.
“At the Coliseo de Puerto Rico, it’s time to Die, My Darling. Because The Living Dead Girl is coming for your empty head. And when The Creature comes out to play, you will get A Kiss Before Dying as you receive your Last Caress.”
Stepping back she sweeps her long, black locks out of her face.
“To a rich brat from The Hills like you Bruce, I may just look like another little Goth chick filming Tik Toks outside of Club Purgatory on a Friday Night in Los Angeles. But I assure you darling, I’m so much more dangerous than a Hot Topic Vampire.
Because before you, I held the Primetime Briefcase. Before you, I was a contender for Callie Clark’s Indy Title. And despite everything that’s happened to me since I was defeated at Wrestlefest, I haven’t forgotten what it was like to be next in line.”
Lowering her head, she raises her eyes to the camera with a look of menace.
“So Bruce, I need to destroy you as a violent reminder to Callie and everyone else that I still remember everything I almost was… and after enough damage has been done… what I will become again.”
Around one such circle, located in an abandoned rum distillery in Old San Juan, a frenzied crowd is getting its fill of such sanguinary entertainment.
A huge brute of a man struggles to throw a smaller body off his back. But the hellion digs her claws in deep, ripping skin and refusing to let go. Dalilah delights in his frustration, laughing directly into his ear before biting off a chunk of cartilage.
The man paws at the wound, howling in pain and fury. Dalilah scrambles up his back, throwing her legs over his shoulders and flipping his body backwards with a Poison-rana. The man’s head bounces off the naked concrete with a sickening thud and he’s likely already unconscious as she applies a leg scissor choke to make sure that he stays that way. It takes two men to pry her off as his face turns purple.
High on adrenaline, Dalilah stares sadistically into her already filming phone:
“Brucey Baby. It’s not often that I encounter a boy who’s prettier than most of the Barbies that I despise on this roster. But sweetie, you do make Gabbi Vee look like a real Gremlin.”
Still grinning, she licks fresh blood from her lips.
“But something tells me that looks may just be deceiving. Because anyone too sick and twisted to work for Disney should probably already be on some kind of list.”
Her eyes go narrow and she shakes a finger at the camera.
“Before Prime’s debut you tried to make a fool out of Lavender by cutting a promo with a Muppet. But at Clash at the the Coliseum, she was the one who made you look like a puppet with severed strings.”
She lets her head and arms go limp like a mangled marionette.
“In Dallas the ‘Box Office’ closed early when Candy collected her bacon flavored bounty at Prime #117. And at Rampage #524, after Ruthann’s brat decided to test your ‘ring smarts’ in New Delhi, all that athletic intelligence got you a D for Defeat. But even when you went to Brawl, where you barely beat Chelsea Skye under the bright lights in...”
She rolls her eyes sarcastically.
“... Tacoma, Washington, the only person you could manage to pin here on Prime was…”
She sneers with disgust and fails to hold back a contemptuous cackle.
“... Cassie Wolfe! And on my report card, that earns you an F, for Failure.”
Cocking her head awkwardly to one side, she shuffles towards the camera, like the vengeful spirit of Samara Morgan, climbing through the screen in The Ring.
“On Sunday in San Juan, the Hollywood Himbo is gonna get the chance to live the sad dream of every failed actor and pathetic Bruce Campbell fanboy. He gets to play Ash in a one night only revival of Ash vs The Evil Dead. But at Prime in Puerto Rico, The Dead will be taking more than just his hand.”
The ring light gives the flesh of her face the pallor of a freshly dead corpse.
“At the Coliseo de Puerto Rico, it’s time to Die, My Darling. Because The Living Dead Girl is coming for your empty head. And when The Creature comes out to play, you will get A Kiss Before Dying as you receive your Last Caress.”
Stepping back she sweeps her long, black locks out of her face.
“To a rich brat from The Hills like you Bruce, I may just look like another little Goth chick filming Tik Toks outside of Club Purgatory on a Friday Night in Los Angeles. But I assure you darling, I’m so much more dangerous than a Hot Topic Vampire.
Because before you, I held the Primetime Briefcase. Before you, I was a contender for Callie Clark’s Indy Title. And despite everything that’s happened to me since I was defeated at Wrestlefest, I haven’t forgotten what it was like to be next in line.”
Lowering her head, she raises her eyes to the camera with a look of menace.
“So Bruce, I need to destroy you as a violent reminder to Callie and everyone else that I still remember everything I almost was… and after enough damage has been done… what I will become again.”
