Post by dsb on Nov 26, 2019 1:02:08 GMT
Cassandra Beckett is wheeling her luggage behind her, about a half-hour prior to the start of All Hallow’s Evil, as she traverses the backstage area, looking for her unofficial girlfriend’s locker room. Cassava had wanted to get to FAWN Arena early today, and alone, as she wanted her Halloween costume for the upcoming battle royal to be a surprise to everybody, including Beckett.
“Hey?” Cassandra calls out to two stagehands mulling about nearby. “Either of you seen Cassava Onika?” Both men shake their head, to which the Atomic Redneck offers a curt, “Thanks anyway,” and continues on her search. “Dammit,” she mutters to herself, “At this rate, I won’t be able to get a decent seat to watch Cassava’s match…”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, “sugar”...” a voice shouts at her from behind, looking to get the Nebraskan’s attention.
“What the - ?” Beckett starts to spin around towards the sound of the voice, only to find a hand palming the side of her head like a basketball mid-turn, and slamming it into the nearby concrete wall. As Cassandra groans and slumps to the floor, she looks up to find the voluptuous frame of Kendra LaRue standing over her, murderous intent in her eyes.
Without another word, the Siren pounces on top of Beckett, wailing on her with hammering rights. Cassandra lets out pained shouts with each blow, and does her best to defend herself, but that full-force smash into the wall left Cassandra disoriented and her head ringing, so her defenses were meager, at best.
“Couldn’t just mind your own business, could you, Beckett?” LaRue berates her as she clambers back to her feet, grabbing a tight handful of the target of her ire’s brown locks. “You just had to be that loser wannabe’s knight in shining armor, didn’t you?” She drags the Nebraska native along the deck before taking a running start and hurling Beckett into another wall. Cassandra screams out in pain once more as her back violently crashes into the concrete. The Jungle Queen gives the Nebraska native no quarter, though, closing in quickly, crouching over her slumped body and wrapping her slender fingers around Beckett’s neck. “You didn’t even have to help us! You could’ve just sat back on the sidelines, let us do our thing, and swoop in and kiss all of Onika’s wounds and make it better. I mean, I do get it, believe it or not. She’s pretty hot, if that’s what you’re into. And with the job squad they’ve got masquerading as the tag champs now, all Keish and I needed was one shot, and the tag titles would’ve been ours for the taking. But NO! You had to interfere and cost us OUR title shot! Well, now you’re gonna learn!” Cassandra gags and gurgles as she feebly scrabbles at Kendra’s wrists, trying to prise her strangling hands away from her throat.
LaRue finally releases Beckett, leaving the former Queen Bitch to cough and wheeze as her assailant raises herself up to full height. “You’re gonna learn, and you’re gonna pay the price for stabbing me in the back and screwing with my opportunities!” Kendra growls at the prostrate upstart before grabbing her by the hair again and yanking her back up to her feet to another agonized scream from the Atomic Redneck. “Get up!” she barks, “I ain’t done with you yet by a long shot!” She drags the Nebraskan brunette down the hallway, stopping every so often to deliver a knee to the gut, or a hammering fist to the face or back to keep Beckett pliant. Finally reaching LaRue’s destination, the Jungle Queen doubles up her grip, taking tight handfuls of Cassandra’s long brown hair with both hands. Taking a few more charging strides, Kendra then launches Cassandra into a stack of steel chairs, arranged in a 3x3x10 cube on top of a pallet, with a furious roar. Beckett crashes into the chairs with an anguished cry before tumbling back down to the floor, along with several of the chairs falling on top of her.
Kendra struts over to her victim, a cocky sway to her stride. She looks down at the brutalized Beckett and sticks a finger in her face. “Don’t think this is over with this, either, hick!” she spits venom at her bitter rival. “After I humiliate your loser slut booty call and take her little belt, I’m gonna get you again! Only next time, I’ll be humiliating you in front of millions of people, in the middle of the ring!” After a disrespectful slap to the face, she then grabs one of the fallen chairs, holding it aloft menacingly while she waits for Beckett to roll over. Before long, she does just that, pushing up onto all fours, only for LaRue to send her back down to sprawling on the cold floor by bringing the steel chair down across her back with a sickening CRACK! Cassandra screams louder than she’s done thus far into this cruel beating dished out by the Bootyshock Lieutenant, which causes the Siren to pause and soak in the sounds of her suffering, an almost orgasmic expression on her face. She doesn’t linger on relishing her victim’s anguish for long, though, as she raises the chair once more, smashing it across Beckett’s back. Cassandra shrieks in agony and arches her back to futilely try and relieve the searing white-hot pain radiating through her back.
“AAAARRRRGHHH!!!” Cassandra’s wails of pain echo off the walls, “YOU EVIL BITCH!! STOP!! STAAAAHHHP, PLEEEEASE!!”
Hearing the double-tough former Queen Bitch actually begging for mercy actually gives the Jungle Queen pause. She looks down at her prey, head cocked to the side curiously. “Huh.” she deadpans, “Wouldn’t have thought you finally getting some would turn you into such a pussy.” She smirks as Beckett’s pained howls continue unabated, still holding the steel in her hand. “But, alright...You want me to stop hitting you with this? I’m in a generous mood.” She then drags the Atomic Redneck to her feet by her long tresses, “Not generous enough to walk away just yet, though, BITCH!!” With that, she positions the chair so that the back of the chair is pressing up against Beckett’s throat. That done, Kendra slams the chair down, legs-first, crushing Cassandra’s windpipe.
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Cassandra grasps her own throat, choking as she stumbles around, stubbornly trying to stay upright, finally finding herself draped, face down, across a nearby table. Licking her lips at the gift presented to her, LaRue’s sadistically devious mind conceives her next brutal attack in this merciless assault. She walks over to the other end of the table, Kendra rears back and lets the chair fly, sliding across the table to smash Cassandra in the face! Almost instantly, blood sprays from Beckett’s face as she’s knocked back from the force of the near decapitation. Not content with having just exploded her bitter enemy’s face, Kendra then shoves the table into Cassandra as she’s knocked back, putting the Nebraskan onto her back once more. Stalking her prey, Kendra looms behind Beckett, pulling a plastic bag from the back pocket of her painted-on jeans. Tiring of waiting for Cassandra to rise, Kendra pulls her up to a seated position, then puts her head inside the bag, pulling back on it viciously, slowly suffocating her. Cassandra barely struggles, as out of it as she is at this point, and it’s not long before her body finally goes limp, having completely lost consciousness. The Siren then rises to her feet and admires her handiwork, grinning wide before sauntering away, leaving Beckett’s carcass for others to find mere minutes after her departure.
“One down,” she purrs, extremely pleased with herself, “One to go. Now for the wannabe.”