Post by Cheyenne Tabernacke on May 1, 2020 16:53:21 GMT -5
Chicago, IL. In a not so great neighborhood , up a flight of shotty stairs complete with loose floorboards is a site few will recognize but many in the audience are new to. The door is hanging by its top hinges. The main room has clothes and trash everywhere and an overturned couch with the stuffing sticking out all over. Dishes with flies above them fill the sink along with old takeout boxes. Down the hole riddled hallway you will see a bathroom with a busted sink caked with years old blood. Ending the tour is an empty room with a single barely holding up mattress also caked with blood. None of this is the most peculiar though. Nor is the billions of roaches crawling in, out and over everything. No, the young lady balled up in the corner, with only roaches covering her small ample breast along with the rest of her pasty body. Her long wavy red hair billows over her hunched freckled shoulders. Her name is Cheyenne Tabernacke.
Cheyenne has one of her petite pale hands held close to her face. A large cockroach scurries around her chipped dark green nails and up her arm and down again.
“Yes. Yes, another new beginning my babies. But only a tournament. Many. many fools to pay for the wrongs of others…” Her voice trails off as her face droops to the floor tears welling up in her beautiful emerald orbs. “”For my wrongs. BAD! BAD!! Bad Chey!”
The woman begins digging into her arm with her chipped nails. The roach falls to the floor as the wild eyed woman scratches and claws her own arm up with the jagged remains of her nails.
“Never. Again. I said I would never return to this...this profession. I am a bad girl..please…” Her face stares straight forward as if talking to someone, but only the damaged drywall with bugs crawling in and out is there in front of her. “I’m sorry!” She screeches before rapidly swaying her head sideways into the wall. The impact makes yet another hole and blood trickle down just above her left eye.
“But she is there. Along with her smug wife.” Chey scoops up a handful of roaches bringing the creatures inches from her face and cocks an ear to them. “Yes, Yes my babies I am surprised as well.”
Her blank expression immediately changes as she bursts into laughter throwing her head back.
“But My first victim is a man. Of course my babies. Yesss. We will hear women can’t compete with men and the same sad..sad little lines we always hear. But ,” her face goes stone solid once more as blood drips over her face. The roaches on her arm are now feasting on her open wounds. “But, this man of nature should know he is not going to be in a fight with any woman. No no my precious darlings. You know. She knows."
Cheyenne stretches her body out flat pressing her breast up against the wood floor and propping up on her elbows. “Bobby..Bobby..Bobby. MEN are pigs!” she yells. Her eyes seem to darken as her face fills with anger once more. “I have faced hall of famers before. They are the worst. They get their position by backstage politics and stamping,” she slams a fist onto the floor squashing several small roaches. Her deamer flips yet again as she rolls over on her back, and licks the Orangish brown liquid from her fist. “Stamping out those much more deserving. But you will not step on me. I am not the roach you're expecting me to be. My babies and I shall...smoke you King of Bong style.”
“I know you're going to give two shits about me, and that's just fine as you're just an obstacle to overcome to get to her. For you like most men it's all about the money I'm sure. But I have a different agenda for this tournament. Sad. Sad, bobby boy, but I am sure you will deserve everything I give you.” She rocks to a seated position before continuing, “ I know I deserve everything you have coming my way.” The crimson haired girl's eyes tear up and her expressions goes blank. “He was much like you Bobby. Only cared about himself. About his drugs and alcohol. About...about.” She slams a fist into the floor sending roaches everywhere. “You will not get that Bobby! You will get nothing! Nothing you self absorbed dickhead. “
Cheyenne cocks her head and smiles, her teeth, all except the one missing from a previous fight in a crappy other federation, are surprisingly clean. “She will get much more though. See many think I hate her. But that's not it. No Bobbo, see my babies and I, we once kidnapped another's child just to get a title shot. Didn’t know that eh? There's a lot that even she doesn't know about me. But I could teach her. Much like I taught the child. In the end she could love me much like the kid did. But for you? A perfect hall of fame life is just what you've earned with all those wins. Yes, yes my babies. He is talented. You are Bobby. Most assholes are, and in turn they over stroke their own ego till one day they realize they are all alone. But I will never be alone.”
Chey crawls over to the wall and pulls herself up with its aid. She leans against it, her head staining the wall even more as blood drips down.she reaches down and pulls up an old torn apart stuffed bear. She slowly pets the headless toy. Roaches pour from the stuffing and fall to the ground.
“Darlings, Soon she will be ours. Soon.”
Cheyenne has one of her petite pale hands held close to her face. A large cockroach scurries around her chipped dark green nails and up her arm and down again.
“Yes. Yes, another new beginning my babies. But only a tournament. Many. many fools to pay for the wrongs of others…” Her voice trails off as her face droops to the floor tears welling up in her beautiful emerald orbs. “”For my wrongs. BAD! BAD!! Bad Chey!”
The woman begins digging into her arm with her chipped nails. The roach falls to the floor as the wild eyed woman scratches and claws her own arm up with the jagged remains of her nails.
“Never. Again. I said I would never return to this...this profession. I am a bad girl..please…” Her face stares straight forward as if talking to someone, but only the damaged drywall with bugs crawling in and out is there in front of her. “I’m sorry!” She screeches before rapidly swaying her head sideways into the wall. The impact makes yet another hole and blood trickle down just above her left eye.
“But she is there. Along with her smug wife.” Chey scoops up a handful of roaches bringing the creatures inches from her face and cocks an ear to them. “Yes, Yes my babies I am surprised as well.”
Her blank expression immediately changes as she bursts into laughter throwing her head back.
“But My first victim is a man. Of course my babies. Yesss. We will hear women can’t compete with men and the same sad..sad little lines we always hear. But ,” her face goes stone solid once more as blood drips over her face. The roaches on her arm are now feasting on her open wounds. “But, this man of nature should know he is not going to be in a fight with any woman. No no my precious darlings. You know. She knows."
Cheyenne stretches her body out flat pressing her breast up against the wood floor and propping up on her elbows. “Bobby..Bobby..Bobby. MEN are pigs!” she yells. Her eyes seem to darken as her face fills with anger once more. “I have faced hall of famers before. They are the worst. They get their position by backstage politics and stamping,” she slams a fist onto the floor squashing several small roaches. Her deamer flips yet again as she rolls over on her back, and licks the Orangish brown liquid from her fist. “Stamping out those much more deserving. But you will not step on me. I am not the roach you're expecting me to be. My babies and I shall...smoke you King of Bong style.”
“I know you're going to give two shits about me, and that's just fine as you're just an obstacle to overcome to get to her. For you like most men it's all about the money I'm sure. But I have a different agenda for this tournament. Sad. Sad, bobby boy, but I am sure you will deserve everything I give you.” She rocks to a seated position before continuing, “ I know I deserve everything you have coming my way.” The crimson haired girl's eyes tear up and her expressions goes blank. “He was much like you Bobby. Only cared about himself. About his drugs and alcohol. About...about.” She slams a fist into the floor sending roaches everywhere. “You will not get that Bobby! You will get nothing! Nothing you self absorbed dickhead. “
Cheyenne cocks her head and smiles, her teeth, all except the one missing from a previous fight in a crappy other federation, are surprisingly clean. “She will get much more though. See many think I hate her. But that's not it. No Bobbo, see my babies and I, we once kidnapped another's child just to get a title shot. Didn’t know that eh? There's a lot that even she doesn't know about me. But I could teach her. Much like I taught the child. In the end she could love me much like the kid did. But for you? A perfect hall of fame life is just what you've earned with all those wins. Yes, yes my babies. He is talented. You are Bobby. Most assholes are, and in turn they over stroke their own ego till one day they realize they are all alone. But I will never be alone.”
Chey crawls over to the wall and pulls herself up with its aid. She leans against it, her head staining the wall even more as blood drips down.she reaches down and pulls up an old torn apart stuffed bear. She slowly pets the headless toy. Roaches pour from the stuffing and fall to the ground.
“Darlings, Soon she will be ours. Soon.”
