Baiting the Victims to the Kill

[Da Gangstas]

The inside of a smalltown bar somewhere in the Midwest and Sammy is dressed in tight blue jeans with a baby tee ripped down to expose some cleavage and a black bra. Her fiery red hair hangs down her shoulders and she is hanging all over some drunk local who wears a grey hoodie and a pair of old blue jeans. A pair of work boots that used to be light brown stomp around the floor a she dances with Sammy who grinds up against him. The guy is all hammered, eyes glassy and glossy while Sammy just seems to be enjoying herself with that sensual sadistic smirk on her face. She soon leads the guy outside and some of his buddies hoot and holler for him, one yelling.

TEAR IT UP BROSKI!!!

And then outside they go with Sammy easily directing him away from the bar and across the lot to an old pickup near a wooded area, the night air making it impossible to see what may lurk out there. A soft, cold wind blows through the trees and Sammy pulls the man close to her leaning against the cab of the truck when the large figure clad in leather emerges from the woods. He moves steady and fast with a tire iron in his right hand smacking the guy across his back, then whips him around over the side of the bed dumping the man in the back and knocks him in the head with tire iron. The Resurrector drops it in the bed and turns to Sammy who smirks at her large man asking.

So does this mean I get to come with you?

A mockingly innocent look on her face and The Resurrector pulls her in to a kiss holding her firm, but gentle. He opens the passengers door letting her get in, then shuts and moves around to the drivers side hopping in and getting outta there. The truck fading into the darkness quick and then flash forward to find the local man strapped to an old metal cross in a deep, dark, dank basement. His forehead has a nasty gash from the shot to the head and blood has dried to his hoody which is ripped open as his shirt. On his chest is a cross carved with a blade, perhaps the heavy machete that The Resurrector holds in his right hand. Sammy stands to his left and reaches to the table for small sword, a dagger perhaps, about ten inches and not real big in diameter. A very shiny silver blade with a golden handle and she moves forward look up at the man on the cross who is still out of it and confused too much to speak. So Sammy says.

Tonight you are reunited with your loved one, look, there she is!

And Sammy points the blade to his chin, then turns him to look to his right at a young redheaded woman strapped to a cross. She is naked and bleeding from multiple cuts all over her body, her eyes red from all the crying and she looks like she has been there for days. The man yells, he screams like a primate, there is nothing he can do and the woman knowing it almost doesn’t even hear her lover. She looks ready to die and so The Resurrector steps over in front of her, sneers at the man on the cross who is crying and whimpering, then the big man smirks and looks back to the woman. He raises the blade and with one swipe lets her head fall lifeless and frozen, not in fear, but a true face of a broken being. Then he chops off the limbs letting the torso fall to the floor as well and steps back over behind Sammy who backs up against her man saying.

Tonight you reunite, like the two of us uniting to take down the almighty Impact X. Julie may be one of the iconic women of SEF, perhaps legendary, but I am also a woman in a mans world ready to show any man that my roar is bigger and badder. You had your time Julie, you enjoyed success and so will I…so will we, so get ready to kiss those belts goodbye!

And then Sammy steps forward plunging the dagger into his chest, then pulls it letting the blood pump out. He gasps for air dying before The Resurrector swings the mighty machete lopping the man’s head off to the floor frozen in fear. Sammy stays in front of him as he does this and chops the arms off letting his torso fall to the cold floor too, then he turns around standing to Sammy’s right. His left arm around her shoulders and Sammy’s right arm behind him as the big man says.

Your screwed again Mack! Sammy is going to cost you more than a one on one match against me, this Friday she will cost you and Julie the Tag Titles cost my friend were more united, were out to kill whoever we have to in order to get our hands on gold, so teaming to take the Tag Titles makes sense. This year will be the year of The Resurrector and Slamming Sammy taking SEF over!

And then he leans down kissing his lover, looks up with a smirk while Sammy rubs his chest. She gets a seductive smirk and starts reaching down his pants kissing all over his neck, sucking on him and The Resurrector just grinning, almost arrogant now and he raises the machete bringing the view to static, then fade to black.