Post by Wolverina on Mar 28, 2011 1:09:38 GMT -5
Amanda Brooks woke up, her eyes heavy and the right side of her neck throbbing with pain. Natural instinct kicked in as she tried to rub it, but her hand was bound. In fact, her whole body was bound to what appeared to be a hospital type bed. She pulled and yanked as hard as she could, but it was all for naught. Her mind began to race, trying to flick back into the past to remember how she'd come to this predicament, but the only recent thing she could remember was walking into the parking lot of the GHW arena. From there, nothing. Instead of experiencing fear like most would in such a state, she felt nothing but rage as she looked around the room, finding it to be totally white with no windows and only one door. Her evil green orbs rested on a golden cross hanging on the wall, giving the Dark Princess the only clue she needed to put the pieces together. Wolverina was behind this, but how did she do it?
"Wakey, wakey, slut of Jakey's!"
Brooks immediately roared with feral rage, unleashing a string of very unlady like profanities at the People's Princess who strode toward her. Despite not being in the best of positions, the evil vixen could not help but roll out the laughter at seeing Wolverina's new haircut. She had shaved all of her hair off.
(In her English accent which I can not type)"BWWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh Oh that's rich ahahahahah! Looks like supercuts kwafed ya, girlie."
Haven ran her hand over her bald scalp and shared in the little laugh fest, confusing the Devilish Diva a little bit.
"No, Amanduuuuuh, I did this myself. Looks like that tranquilizing dart I hit you with left a nasty bruise on your neck there. I so sowwie. Anyway, I actually want to thank you for the GI Jane look I have now. I no longer have to fight with my hair to make it look nice and shiny and all proper anymore. A relief, really. You understand, right? Well, no, you don't. Look at your hair ... hahahhaa. The GI Jane look is a good look. In fact, I got so into the look that I went out and rented the GI Jane movie, classic stuff. Amanda, did you know that there's a line in that move that fits so well right now? Especially with all this stuff going on between you and I?"
Brooks simply snarled at her.
"Let me guess, I am about to hear it."
Haven shook her head yes and rose up, walking around so that she came to the top of her victim's head.
"Pain is your friend, your ally, it will tell you when you are seriously injured, it will keep you awake and angry, and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But you know the best thing about pain? It lets you know you're not dead yet!"
Jake's Jezebel roared with sick laughter at Wolfie's dramatic speaking, and retaliated with her own just as crisply.
"Pain IS my friend, Haven. I love it and it loves me. Pain IS my BEST FRIEND, Super Slut!"
The Queen of Extreme leaned over a little bit, smiling but not the friendly type of smile.
"True. But you do know what goes hand in hand with Best Friends right? Sometimes, and most definitely in this case, best friends turn on their friend and knife them in the back, becoming their WORST ENEMY!"
Before Amanda could offer another rebuttal, Haven let out a maniacal scream of her own as she produced a specially made branding iron and pressed it harshly against the forehead of the Evil Empress. The searing heat that tore at Amanda's flesh caused Wolfie's words to become prophetic. The pain was immense and made Brooks call out with a wail like no other. With the screams came the bodily thrashing, which did nothing to gain liberty from the clutches of the cruel Christian. Finally, Haven removed the item and looked down at her masterpiece with a sweet, angelic smile. Upon Amanda's forehead, now and forever more, is branded the holy cross of Christ, with the small words, "Jesus Loves Me" etched right atop it. Brook continued to convulse and yell in horrible pain while the People's Princess coolly and calmly put the branding iron away and walked around to the side of her prey. She looked down at her in mocked pitty, sinister pitty, and compassionately consoled her for a bit.
"Shhh! Shhhh darlin', you're gonna wake up the dead with all that screaming. Look, what's happening here is simple. We are having a 'Come To Jesus' meeting. After you did what you did to me on TNT, I went to God in some serious, heavy duty prayer. He spoke to me, Amanda. He spoke to my heart and filled me with the Holy Spirit. In doing so he showed me that no amount of medicine or counseling sessions will save you from the downward spiral you're in. Only one thing can save you, and that is Jesus Christ! Obviously, God knows that simply trying to talk to you about it will not work, so he has moreless authorized me to, well, cleanse you. By force, if necessary. That's the way I interpreted it anyway, but hey I am only human - prone to mistakes. So, inso-facto, here we are. You're gonna love Jesus one way or the other, even if it KILLS you! I've already done you a favor by branding his mark on your forehead, with the message that He loves you on it, so that each and every time you look into the mirror you'll remember how much he loves you."
Amanda lashed out violently, spitting square into Haven's pretty face. The Queen of Extreme quickly stood up and wiped it off, visibly angry yet holding it. She took a deep breath and looked to Heaven, praying a little prayer. After that, she nodded at Brooks and patted her on the knee before walking away....
"Yep .... LOT of cleansing to do."
For the next unknown number of days, hours, minutes, and seconds, Amanda Brooks was immersed into, and discombobulated by the lights being turned on and off at odd times, sporadically, leaving her no sense of day, night , or time. Entwined with the mental light games came erratic temperatures in the room - sometimes 72 degrees, sometimes 115 degrees, sometimes freezing cold in the single digits. And hand in hand with her mental and physical faculties being weakened and compromised, Haven refused her any sleep. She made sure of this by constantly playing Christian songs, the old school type from Sunday School, loudly through a sound system that could wake the dead then kill them again. She even had three songs in particular, playing on repeat for hours, days. Those songs were:
(Sometimes during the playing of the above song, Wolfie would storm into the room dressed in a Army uniform and sing along to the song while marching around doing military movements and salutes)
Amanda was in hell, pure hell. But no amount of yelling and pleading would bring about the end of it. To the contrary, the People's Princess would come in at varied times with the thickest hard cover Holy Bible in known history, thicker than a New York phone book, and absolutely beat the living hell out of Amanda with it. Some of the Bible beatings would leave some of the letters of the "Holy Bible" imprinted on the Evil One's cheeks. Wolverina would bellow out the verse from Pslam 144 while doing so, the same verse she repeatedly said while caressing her beloved doggie, Angel, for the final time. It seemed it wouldn't end. After awhile, or what Amanda perceived to be awhile, it became apparent that Haven would eventually kill her, if even unintentionally. For the first time in a very, very long time, fear visited the cold harlot. Such an odd feeling for her, but one that gave her alarm. As if all of that wasn't enough, when Wolfie would allow her to doze off to sleep, she'd slip into the room and place headphones on her ears and turn on a media device that played nothing but tough voiced verses from the Bible, all of them verses about death and destruction for those that dare come against God and his followers. Somehow it would manifest itself into her dreams, giving her horrible nightmares about being torn to pieces by heavenly angels, or sentenced to hell by God where she is raped brutally by demons. Brooks would wake up immediately, screaming and wishing for the torment to stop.
Suddenly, it all stopped. After days and days of endless torment, it had finally stopped. No music played, no Bible was brought against her face, and no nightmares. Wolverina walked in with a cell phone held to her ear and in her other hand was a bag of something. She sat the bag down and put away the cell phone, and gave Amanda a woeful look.
"Just got off the phone with God. Turns out he doesn't love you after all. Guess I gotta wash my hands of you. Gosh you look rough, girl."
Haven gazed down at the woman. Amanda's eyes were almost swollen shut from a mixture of no sleep for days and days, and of course from the Biblical beat downs. The rest of her face was also swollen, lumpy and just haggard looking. It was as if Brooks had aged 20 years. No witty retort came from the normally mouthy, vile spewing vixen, and that made Haven feel just damn peachy.
"God did, however, put it into my heart to do something to you that, under normal circumstances I would say no to. I am afraid I am going to have to sew your lips shut."
Amanda immediately tried to speak, but her speech was mumbled and garbled from all she'd endured. Then, she quickly shut them tight and jerked her head away from Wolfie, trying to prevent what Haven had spoke of. The People's Princess just sighed as she pulled out the needed items from the bag. After gathering everything and putting it in order, she slowly leaned into Brooks' face, her eyes and heart now cold as Arctic ice - just like Amanda's.
"I think you misunderstood me, dear. I didn't mean THOSE lips!"
Brooks snapped her head back toward Haven's, a look of fear coming over it as Wolfie's head and eyes trailed south of Brooks' body. Amanda instantly protested, but her body was just too diminished to do anything, and not to mention still restrained.
"See, God doesn't want you and Jake polluting the world by having kiddos. And since God and I are against abortion, I can not just simply wait until you get preggo and do it then. Soooooo, next best thing, just gonna sew your vagina lips up nice and tight so you won't be able to receive anyone's love tool ... or if the very least, you'll think twice about any hanky panky from now on. This will also keep you from carrying on your rancid, slutty ways, bouncing around from man and man like some kinda pinball."
Wolverina bolted from her seat and removed any articles of clothing that prevented her from her work, and began to do the deed. The work was hard and tedious, especially under the torrent of Amanda's pleas for mercy, but after awhile alas it was done. Haven emerged from her handy work and posed, as if she'd just got done with a successful and complicated brain surgery. She was proud, so proud, and so she should be. From there, her cell rang and she answered it.
"Heeey Haydey-Baby! You almost here? OMG you are here??? Ok hold on."
A bright, beaming smile stretched across her features as she excused herself politely from Amanda's presence and opened the door. Hayden was there and she invited him in, presenting Brooks to him. The Kiwi was shocked. His hand quickly shot up to his mouth as he walked up to the tortured evil doer.
"MERCY!!!!"
Haven now stood beside him and looked up at him with a cold, emotionless stare.
"I can not!"
Hayden just shook his head again, even more stunned.
"Baby! What... what is the meaning of this? What have you done, OH MY GOD!!!"
Haven smiled and hugged him.
"God's work, silly billy gumdrop. You know how I roll."
She broke from him and struck her crucifix pose, giggling almost psychotically.
"Baby, I love you, but we need to go. Let's go. We're getting you out of here."
HardKore swiftly took her by the arm and jerked her in rough manner right out the door and stuffed her into his car.
"But what about my toy?"
"I'll call the GHW officials anonymously and tell them where she's at. From there, I don't care. You and I need to talk."
Hayden peeled out from the parking area of the building and sped away.
EOT
"Wakey, wakey, slut of Jakey's!"
Brooks immediately roared with feral rage, unleashing a string of very unlady like profanities at the People's Princess who strode toward her. Despite not being in the best of positions, the evil vixen could not help but roll out the laughter at seeing Wolverina's new haircut. She had shaved all of her hair off.
(In her English accent which I can not type)"BWWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh Oh that's rich ahahahahah! Looks like supercuts kwafed ya, girlie."
Haven ran her hand over her bald scalp and shared in the little laugh fest, confusing the Devilish Diva a little bit.
"No, Amanduuuuuh, I did this myself. Looks like that tranquilizing dart I hit you with left a nasty bruise on your neck there. I so sowwie. Anyway, I actually want to thank you for the GI Jane look I have now. I no longer have to fight with my hair to make it look nice and shiny and all proper anymore. A relief, really. You understand, right? Well, no, you don't. Look at your hair ... hahahhaa. The GI Jane look is a good look. In fact, I got so into the look that I went out and rented the GI Jane movie, classic stuff. Amanda, did you know that there's a line in that move that fits so well right now? Especially with all this stuff going on between you and I?"
Brooks simply snarled at her.
"Let me guess, I am about to hear it."
Haven shook her head yes and rose up, walking around so that she came to the top of her victim's head.
"Pain is your friend, your ally, it will tell you when you are seriously injured, it will keep you awake and angry, and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But you know the best thing about pain? It lets you know you're not dead yet!"
Jake's Jezebel roared with sick laughter at Wolfie's dramatic speaking, and retaliated with her own just as crisply.
"Pain IS my friend, Haven. I love it and it loves me. Pain IS my BEST FRIEND, Super Slut!"
The Queen of Extreme leaned over a little bit, smiling but not the friendly type of smile.
"True. But you do know what goes hand in hand with Best Friends right? Sometimes, and most definitely in this case, best friends turn on their friend and knife them in the back, becoming their WORST ENEMY!"
Before Amanda could offer another rebuttal, Haven let out a maniacal scream of her own as she produced a specially made branding iron and pressed it harshly against the forehead of the Evil Empress. The searing heat that tore at Amanda's flesh caused Wolfie's words to become prophetic. The pain was immense and made Brooks call out with a wail like no other. With the screams came the bodily thrashing, which did nothing to gain liberty from the clutches of the cruel Christian. Finally, Haven removed the item and looked down at her masterpiece with a sweet, angelic smile. Upon Amanda's forehead, now and forever more, is branded the holy cross of Christ, with the small words, "Jesus Loves Me" etched right atop it. Brook continued to convulse and yell in horrible pain while the People's Princess coolly and calmly put the branding iron away and walked around to the side of her prey. She looked down at her in mocked pitty, sinister pitty, and compassionately consoled her for a bit.
"Shhh! Shhhh darlin', you're gonna wake up the dead with all that screaming. Look, what's happening here is simple. We are having a 'Come To Jesus' meeting. After you did what you did to me on TNT, I went to God in some serious, heavy duty prayer. He spoke to me, Amanda. He spoke to my heart and filled me with the Holy Spirit. In doing so he showed me that no amount of medicine or counseling sessions will save you from the downward spiral you're in. Only one thing can save you, and that is Jesus Christ! Obviously, God knows that simply trying to talk to you about it will not work, so he has moreless authorized me to, well, cleanse you. By force, if necessary. That's the way I interpreted it anyway, but hey I am only human - prone to mistakes. So, inso-facto, here we are. You're gonna love Jesus one way or the other, even if it KILLS you! I've already done you a favor by branding his mark on your forehead, with the message that He loves you on it, so that each and every time you look into the mirror you'll remember how much he loves you."
Amanda lashed out violently, spitting square into Haven's pretty face. The Queen of Extreme quickly stood up and wiped it off, visibly angry yet holding it. She took a deep breath and looked to Heaven, praying a little prayer. After that, she nodded at Brooks and patted her on the knee before walking away....
"Yep .... LOT of cleansing to do."
For the next unknown number of days, hours, minutes, and seconds, Amanda Brooks was immersed into, and discombobulated by the lights being turned on and off at odd times, sporadically, leaving her no sense of day, night , or time. Entwined with the mental light games came erratic temperatures in the room - sometimes 72 degrees, sometimes 115 degrees, sometimes freezing cold in the single digits. And hand in hand with her mental and physical faculties being weakened and compromised, Haven refused her any sleep. She made sure of this by constantly playing Christian songs, the old school type from Sunday School, loudly through a sound system that could wake the dead then kill them again. She even had three songs in particular, playing on repeat for hours, days. Those songs were:
(Sometimes during the playing of the above song, Wolfie would storm into the room dressed in a Army uniform and sing along to the song while marching around doing military movements and salutes)
Amanda was in hell, pure hell. But no amount of yelling and pleading would bring about the end of it. To the contrary, the People's Princess would come in at varied times with the thickest hard cover Holy Bible in known history, thicker than a New York phone book, and absolutely beat the living hell out of Amanda with it. Some of the Bible beatings would leave some of the letters of the "Holy Bible" imprinted on the Evil One's cheeks. Wolverina would bellow out the verse from Pslam 144 while doing so, the same verse she repeatedly said while caressing her beloved doggie, Angel, for the final time. It seemed it wouldn't end. After awhile, or what Amanda perceived to be awhile, it became apparent that Haven would eventually kill her, if even unintentionally. For the first time in a very, very long time, fear visited the cold harlot. Such an odd feeling for her, but one that gave her alarm. As if all of that wasn't enough, when Wolfie would allow her to doze off to sleep, she'd slip into the room and place headphones on her ears and turn on a media device that played nothing but tough voiced verses from the Bible, all of them verses about death and destruction for those that dare come against God and his followers. Somehow it would manifest itself into her dreams, giving her horrible nightmares about being torn to pieces by heavenly angels, or sentenced to hell by God where she is raped brutally by demons. Brooks would wake up immediately, screaming and wishing for the torment to stop.
Suddenly, it all stopped. After days and days of endless torment, it had finally stopped. No music played, no Bible was brought against her face, and no nightmares. Wolverina walked in with a cell phone held to her ear and in her other hand was a bag of something. She sat the bag down and put away the cell phone, and gave Amanda a woeful look.
"Just got off the phone with God. Turns out he doesn't love you after all. Guess I gotta wash my hands of you. Gosh you look rough, girl."
Haven gazed down at the woman. Amanda's eyes were almost swollen shut from a mixture of no sleep for days and days, and of course from the Biblical beat downs. The rest of her face was also swollen, lumpy and just haggard looking. It was as if Brooks had aged 20 years. No witty retort came from the normally mouthy, vile spewing vixen, and that made Haven feel just damn peachy.
"God did, however, put it into my heart to do something to you that, under normal circumstances I would say no to. I am afraid I am going to have to sew your lips shut."
Amanda immediately tried to speak, but her speech was mumbled and garbled from all she'd endured. Then, she quickly shut them tight and jerked her head away from Wolfie, trying to prevent what Haven had spoke of. The People's Princess just sighed as she pulled out the needed items from the bag. After gathering everything and putting it in order, she slowly leaned into Brooks' face, her eyes and heart now cold as Arctic ice - just like Amanda's.
"I think you misunderstood me, dear. I didn't mean THOSE lips!"
Brooks snapped her head back toward Haven's, a look of fear coming over it as Wolfie's head and eyes trailed south of Brooks' body. Amanda instantly protested, but her body was just too diminished to do anything, and not to mention still restrained.
"See, God doesn't want you and Jake polluting the world by having kiddos. And since God and I are against abortion, I can not just simply wait until you get preggo and do it then. Soooooo, next best thing, just gonna sew your vagina lips up nice and tight so you won't be able to receive anyone's love tool ... or if the very least, you'll think twice about any hanky panky from now on. This will also keep you from carrying on your rancid, slutty ways, bouncing around from man and man like some kinda pinball."
Wolverina bolted from her seat and removed any articles of clothing that prevented her from her work, and began to do the deed. The work was hard and tedious, especially under the torrent of Amanda's pleas for mercy, but after awhile alas it was done. Haven emerged from her handy work and posed, as if she'd just got done with a successful and complicated brain surgery. She was proud, so proud, and so she should be. From there, her cell rang and she answered it.
"Heeey Haydey-Baby! You almost here? OMG you are here??? Ok hold on."
A bright, beaming smile stretched across her features as she excused herself politely from Amanda's presence and opened the door. Hayden was there and she invited him in, presenting Brooks to him. The Kiwi was shocked. His hand quickly shot up to his mouth as he walked up to the tortured evil doer.
"MERCY!!!!"
Haven now stood beside him and looked up at him with a cold, emotionless stare.
"I can not!"
Hayden just shook his head again, even more stunned.
"Baby! What... what is the meaning of this? What have you done, OH MY GOD!!!"
Haven smiled and hugged him.
"God's work, silly billy gumdrop. You know how I roll."
She broke from him and struck her crucifix pose, giggling almost psychotically.
"Baby, I love you, but we need to go. Let's go. We're getting you out of here."
HardKore swiftly took her by the arm and jerked her in rough manner right out the door and stuffed her into his car.
"But what about my toy?"
"I'll call the GHW officials anonymously and tell them where she's at. From there, I don't care. You and I need to talk."
Hayden peeled out from the parking area of the building and sped away.
EOT
