Post by Wolverina on May 9, 2010 20:43:47 GMT -5
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The pyro had exploded. At ringside, Big Al and The Fuzz had stared into the camera and hyped up the oncoming NeXus card, highlighting everything under the sun. And the fans, of course, hollered and wailed loudly, sending a chill of excitment through themselves and anyone else within a 3 mile radius it would seeem. Every corner of the building trembeled and quaked under their raised voices and stomping feet, all soon followed by the one word repeated chant of "NEXUS"! Instead of the GHW loyal being treated to Coors entering the ring to announce the first match, they are diverted to the tron, its crackling noise drawing their attention. Filling up most of the screen immediately was Wolverina. jaws were dropped and eyes were widened at her, she'd shed the blonde hair and was sporting her brunette once more. Her clothing, however, was out of the norm. She wasn't clad in her ring attire, nor her usual conservative attire. It was something black, suggestive, and left little to the imagination - and it was something she hadn't wore on her own accord, but of Jaggeroth's. He had ordered it upon holding ransom over her head. Tagging along in her right hand was the Golden Angel title.
She was met by a deafening POP, a wave of cheers, such a contrast to the week prior when the GHW world held her high in loathe. May 4th, 2010 had changed things whether she liked it or not. The performance she'd put on against Brian Breme, little to her knowledge, had cemented herself in the company - and they would never again hail her badly, even if she warranted it. None of that mattered though, not to her anyway. She made a sharp left turn and barged into the locker room marked "Psychotic Circus", the cameraman following behind her with a quick cam-shot of her butt. In front of her were Jaggeroth's entire goon squad, all looking back at her with curiousity over her rather rude entry. Haven mixed no words as she tossed the Golden Angel title right at Jaggy, hitting him in the chest with.
Wolverina: There's YOUR title, bastard! I got your note and dressed as you wanted me to now WHERE'S MY MEDICINE? How dare you take it.
The Psycho King fumbled around with the title and tossed it atop the table in front of him before standing up, shaking his head at her.
Jaggeroth: Ah, ah, ah princess. That's no way to treat your future groom. I'll have you know I didn't take your precious little bag o' goodies - I had Greenspark and Johnny go do it. See, I got to thinking and, hell, I just didn't trust you with them yet. For all I knew, you'd flee with them never to be seen or heard from again. Obviously I can not allow that since you're my tag team partner now, as well as my LIFE partner! I need you here tonight, I need you by my side in our title match against those ...guys... whoever they are. So like I said, I had my boys go and snatch them up as you slept peacefully in your little druggie coma. Speaking of the tag title situation, I don't think you and I have had a chance to go over all of that so allow me to break it down to you, unless you want me to break your pretty little face instead? Yeah, thought so, baby. Mr. Grimy here went to Vortigen and had a few stipulations made for our little title reign. Seems like Myself and Dom, as well as a few others recently, have had problems with partners simply walking out of tag matches. Because of this, and for the fact that you've pissed him off as of late, the Reverend accepted the conditions that Grimy offered. Plainly put, snukums, you HAVE to be my partner. You can NOT pull a no-show. You can NOT come down with me, stand on the apron then walk away when I try to tag you. You can NOT have your own seperate entrance. If you do any of those, your employment with this company will be automatically terminated. Grimy, I love you man.
They all shared a good chuckle as Haven brooded silently. Grimy pointed at his heart then back at Jaggy, more laughter following. Jaggy sat back down and comfortably placed his feet on the table, undressing her with his eyes.
"Now that we got that out of the way, I see that you wisely wore what I ordered. It's going to come in handy because if you want your goodies, you're gonna have to give us a worthy little sexy dance. So get to it, dance that pretty little ass off. Guys, give her a tune to dance to."
They started making horrible porno sounding music with their mouths as Jaggy waved his hand back and forth as though leading an orcherstra. Wolfie buried her head in shame, but slowly began to comply. First, she slowly moved side to side, not looking up at any of them. A few yells from Jaggy later, though, she began to move her hips in an incredibly sexy manner, placing her hands atop her head to add to the sedcutiveness of it. The Time Killer motioned with his finger, signaling for her to turn around.
"Ok."
She replied, her voice dull and flat, ringed with the pain of the humiliation she was enduring. She did her best despite her novice level of sexy-dancing, and apparently the crew weren't too pleased as they demanded she turn back around. Once she did, Jaggeroth pointed to the floor.
" On your back, where you belong."
She hissed at him, stricken, her eyes filling with tears she refused to shed.
"NO!"
Jaggy shrugged.
"Ok, no more meds for you."
It was all she needed to suddenly drop to her knees, hanging her head low in shame as she laid down on her back, continuing to stripper dance the best she could.
"Mmmmm, yeah. Look at me, baby. Look happy, don't look over here all sad and shit. I wanna see your happy face."
She arched her body off of the floor and sucked it up, looking at him with the happiest look she could, sending every last one of them into a hardened frenzy.
(Just like in this pic below: exact attire, pose, and current pic base for Wolfie)
The crowd watched and gave a mixed reaction; the jeers being for the poor girl they witnessed getting degraded further, the cheers being for the provocative nature of it. Upon looking around, jealously struck at Jaggeroth. There was just too many sausages getting prepared for the grill so to speak, and it was indeed getting too hot in there. He stood up in a hurry, waving his arms madly.
"Show's over, show's over. I'm gonna need some privacy here.
The rest grumbled at him and pouted a little bit, but out of perverted respect they began to exit the room one by one. Greenspark and Johnny left to probably go have a meat-beat contest in the bathroom, Serphiel no doubt went to track down a 10 year old, and Darth more than likely vanished to go fiddle with his little light saber. Haven started to stand, only to get Jaggy's big ole boot pressed into her back, shoving her back down to the ground.
"Stay, dog. I didn't say you could get up. Too bad we have a title match shortly, darlin', cause you are so damn hot right now I could give you some serious lovin'. Grimy, get her little baggie."
As the Manager to the Stars went to gather it, Jaggeroth grabbed Haven by the hair and dragged her over to the coffee table and sat down on the couch, making sure she was on her knees with her head between his legs. Grimy returned quickly with the green bag, and tossed it to Jaggy, who snagged it with his free hand.
"Don't worry sweetie, today's nightmare is almost over. Stop twitching, crackhead. Now, there's only one condition for this. I know you can't afford to get fired, I mean no money equals no restock, right? So I know you'll show up for our title defense. However, I still think deep down inside you cling onto your precious mommy and daddy, and that God guy. I have no room for them in our life together. I know a thing about Christianity believe it or not, and I know that if a Christian says something with the mouth, wanting to or not, it's exactly as if it came from the heart and in God's eyes accountable. To dishonor your family is a great sin, Haven. But you're going to do it in worship of me and for reception of your meds. All I need is a simple admission from you, that's all. Admit to me the flaw that is both your parents. Admit to me that your mother is a dirty ass, disease plagued whore, and that your father is a fella who can't satisfy mom any more ... so much so that he has to resort to street corner 20 dollar sluts to make himself feel like a man again."
Haven glared up at him, her eyes pulsing a death-sentence to him. She spoke defiantly, indignation coloring her tone.
"NO! Never!"
Jaggy sighed and tossed the bag over his head and back to Grimy's waiting arms. Wolverina's eyes trailed it, and that rebellious look soon turned tail. Unrivialed boos rained in, nothing but hatred for the Time Killer and sympathy for Wolverina.
"WAIT!"
She shoved her face into her hands, hiding the fact that those tears she'd bravely been refusing to shed were suddenly rolling down her face like a waterfall. There was no way out and she knew it. The Time Killer leaned toward her and broke her hands from her face, relishing the beautiful sight.
"Well? What is your mother?"
In between sobbing pants she responded with the unthinkable.
"A whore. She's a dirty ass, disease infested whore."
"And your daddy?"
She bawled loudly as her body shook some.
"He's impotent. He isn't a man anymore."
As uncontrolled tears ran rampant down her cheeks, Jaggeroth stood up with a roar of victory, pounding his bear-chest.
"YES! SHE'S MINE NOW, ALL MINE! I'VE FINALLY DONE IT, FINALLY BROKEN HER COMPLETELY."
The heel heat was so intense by then that it could've melted away the sun itself. If it were a in-ring segment, more than a few fans would have been escorted out for trying to attack the Time Killer. He grabbed the bag from Grimy and helped the beleagured, defeated young woman up. Haven was pulled into a "loving" embrace by him, and felt the bear-paw sized palm of his squeeze the hell out of her left butt cheek for a few seconds. She didn't fight it, he was in full control. She was finally rewarded with the green bag, and she clutched it tightly as Jaggeorth spoke.
"Our tag defense is coming up soon, might want to throw back a few of those pills real quick so you'll be ready to go. You can chill out here until it's-"
His sentence wasn't completed before she was already out the door, leaving her Golden Angel title resting there, her sobs still being heard down the hallway.
EOT: Wanted to set some things up for the Tag match, as well as a few other things. It's gonna get juicy. Oh and BTW, this was originally supposed to be a back and forth thread between myself and jaggy, but he's gonna be away for several days so he told me to just add his part in here. So I apologize if it is a little long.
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The pyro had exploded. At ringside, Big Al and The Fuzz had stared into the camera and hyped up the oncoming NeXus card, highlighting everything under the sun. And the fans, of course, hollered and wailed loudly, sending a chill of excitment through themselves and anyone else within a 3 mile radius it would seeem. Every corner of the building trembeled and quaked under their raised voices and stomping feet, all soon followed by the one word repeated chant of "NEXUS"! Instead of the GHW loyal being treated to Coors entering the ring to announce the first match, they are diverted to the tron, its crackling noise drawing their attention. Filling up most of the screen immediately was Wolverina. jaws were dropped and eyes were widened at her, she'd shed the blonde hair and was sporting her brunette once more. Her clothing, however, was out of the norm. She wasn't clad in her ring attire, nor her usual conservative attire. It was something black, suggestive, and left little to the imagination - and it was something she hadn't wore on her own accord, but of Jaggeroth's. He had ordered it upon holding ransom over her head. Tagging along in her right hand was the Golden Angel title.
She was met by a deafening POP, a wave of cheers, such a contrast to the week prior when the GHW world held her high in loathe. May 4th, 2010 had changed things whether she liked it or not. The performance she'd put on against Brian Breme, little to her knowledge, had cemented herself in the company - and they would never again hail her badly, even if she warranted it. None of that mattered though, not to her anyway. She made a sharp left turn and barged into the locker room marked "Psychotic Circus", the cameraman following behind her with a quick cam-shot of her butt. In front of her were Jaggeroth's entire goon squad, all looking back at her with curiousity over her rather rude entry. Haven mixed no words as she tossed the Golden Angel title right at Jaggy, hitting him in the chest with.
Wolverina: There's YOUR title, bastard! I got your note and dressed as you wanted me to now WHERE'S MY MEDICINE? How dare you take it.
The Psycho King fumbled around with the title and tossed it atop the table in front of him before standing up, shaking his head at her.
Jaggeroth: Ah, ah, ah princess. That's no way to treat your future groom. I'll have you know I didn't take your precious little bag o' goodies - I had Greenspark and Johnny go do it. See, I got to thinking and, hell, I just didn't trust you with them yet. For all I knew, you'd flee with them never to be seen or heard from again. Obviously I can not allow that since you're my tag team partner now, as well as my LIFE partner! I need you here tonight, I need you by my side in our title match against those ...guys... whoever they are. So like I said, I had my boys go and snatch them up as you slept peacefully in your little druggie coma. Speaking of the tag title situation, I don't think you and I have had a chance to go over all of that so allow me to break it down to you, unless you want me to break your pretty little face instead? Yeah, thought so, baby. Mr. Grimy here went to Vortigen and had a few stipulations made for our little title reign. Seems like Myself and Dom, as well as a few others recently, have had problems with partners simply walking out of tag matches. Because of this, and for the fact that you've pissed him off as of late, the Reverend accepted the conditions that Grimy offered. Plainly put, snukums, you HAVE to be my partner. You can NOT pull a no-show. You can NOT come down with me, stand on the apron then walk away when I try to tag you. You can NOT have your own seperate entrance. If you do any of those, your employment with this company will be automatically terminated. Grimy, I love you man.
They all shared a good chuckle as Haven brooded silently. Grimy pointed at his heart then back at Jaggy, more laughter following. Jaggy sat back down and comfortably placed his feet on the table, undressing her with his eyes.
"Now that we got that out of the way, I see that you wisely wore what I ordered. It's going to come in handy because if you want your goodies, you're gonna have to give us a worthy little sexy dance. So get to it, dance that pretty little ass off. Guys, give her a tune to dance to."
They started making horrible porno sounding music with their mouths as Jaggy waved his hand back and forth as though leading an orcherstra. Wolfie buried her head in shame, but slowly began to comply. First, she slowly moved side to side, not looking up at any of them. A few yells from Jaggy later, though, she began to move her hips in an incredibly sexy manner, placing her hands atop her head to add to the sedcutiveness of it. The Time Killer motioned with his finger, signaling for her to turn around.
"Ok."
She replied, her voice dull and flat, ringed with the pain of the humiliation she was enduring. She did her best despite her novice level of sexy-dancing, and apparently the crew weren't too pleased as they demanded she turn back around. Once she did, Jaggeroth pointed to the floor.
" On your back, where you belong."
She hissed at him, stricken, her eyes filling with tears she refused to shed.
"NO!"
Jaggy shrugged.
"Ok, no more meds for you."
It was all she needed to suddenly drop to her knees, hanging her head low in shame as she laid down on her back, continuing to stripper dance the best she could.
"Mmmmm, yeah. Look at me, baby. Look happy, don't look over here all sad and shit. I wanna see your happy face."
She arched her body off of the floor and sucked it up, looking at him with the happiest look she could, sending every last one of them into a hardened frenzy.
(Just like in this pic below: exact attire, pose, and current pic base for Wolfie)
The crowd watched and gave a mixed reaction; the jeers being for the poor girl they witnessed getting degraded further, the cheers being for the provocative nature of it. Upon looking around, jealously struck at Jaggeroth. There was just too many sausages getting prepared for the grill so to speak, and it was indeed getting too hot in there. He stood up in a hurry, waving his arms madly.
"Show's over, show's over. I'm gonna need some privacy here.
The rest grumbled at him and pouted a little bit, but out of perverted respect they began to exit the room one by one. Greenspark and Johnny left to probably go have a meat-beat contest in the bathroom, Serphiel no doubt went to track down a 10 year old, and Darth more than likely vanished to go fiddle with his little light saber. Haven started to stand, only to get Jaggy's big ole boot pressed into her back, shoving her back down to the ground.
"Stay, dog. I didn't say you could get up. Too bad we have a title match shortly, darlin', cause you are so damn hot right now I could give you some serious lovin'. Grimy, get her little baggie."
As the Manager to the Stars went to gather it, Jaggeroth grabbed Haven by the hair and dragged her over to the coffee table and sat down on the couch, making sure she was on her knees with her head between his legs. Grimy returned quickly with the green bag, and tossed it to Jaggy, who snagged it with his free hand.
"Don't worry sweetie, today's nightmare is almost over. Stop twitching, crackhead. Now, there's only one condition for this. I know you can't afford to get fired, I mean no money equals no restock, right? So I know you'll show up for our title defense. However, I still think deep down inside you cling onto your precious mommy and daddy, and that God guy. I have no room for them in our life together. I know a thing about Christianity believe it or not, and I know that if a Christian says something with the mouth, wanting to or not, it's exactly as if it came from the heart and in God's eyes accountable. To dishonor your family is a great sin, Haven. But you're going to do it in worship of me and for reception of your meds. All I need is a simple admission from you, that's all. Admit to me the flaw that is both your parents. Admit to me that your mother is a dirty ass, disease plagued whore, and that your father is a fella who can't satisfy mom any more ... so much so that he has to resort to street corner 20 dollar sluts to make himself feel like a man again."
Haven glared up at him, her eyes pulsing a death-sentence to him. She spoke defiantly, indignation coloring her tone.
"NO! Never!"
Jaggy sighed and tossed the bag over his head and back to Grimy's waiting arms. Wolverina's eyes trailed it, and that rebellious look soon turned tail. Unrivialed boos rained in, nothing but hatred for the Time Killer and sympathy for Wolverina.
"WAIT!"
She shoved her face into her hands, hiding the fact that those tears she'd bravely been refusing to shed were suddenly rolling down her face like a waterfall. There was no way out and she knew it. The Time Killer leaned toward her and broke her hands from her face, relishing the beautiful sight.
"Well? What is your mother?"
In between sobbing pants she responded with the unthinkable.
"A whore. She's a dirty ass, disease infested whore."
"And your daddy?"
She bawled loudly as her body shook some.
"He's impotent. He isn't a man anymore."
As uncontrolled tears ran rampant down her cheeks, Jaggeroth stood up with a roar of victory, pounding his bear-chest.
"YES! SHE'S MINE NOW, ALL MINE! I'VE FINALLY DONE IT, FINALLY BROKEN HER COMPLETELY."
The heel heat was so intense by then that it could've melted away the sun itself. If it were a in-ring segment, more than a few fans would have been escorted out for trying to attack the Time Killer. He grabbed the bag from Grimy and helped the beleagured, defeated young woman up. Haven was pulled into a "loving" embrace by him, and felt the bear-paw sized palm of his squeeze the hell out of her left butt cheek for a few seconds. She didn't fight it, he was in full control. She was finally rewarded with the green bag, and she clutched it tightly as Jaggeorth spoke.
"Our tag defense is coming up soon, might want to throw back a few of those pills real quick so you'll be ready to go. You can chill out here until it's-"
His sentence wasn't completed before she was already out the door, leaving her Golden Angel title resting there, her sobs still being heard down the hallway.
EOT: Wanted to set some things up for the Tag match, as well as a few other things. It's gonna get juicy. Oh and BTW, this was originally supposed to be a back and forth thread between myself and jaggy, but he's gonna be away for several days so he told me to just add his part in here. So I apologize if it is a little long.
