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Made The Devil Run, Gave Him Poison Just For fun
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Lycana Offline
The Dark Vixen of Violence



XWF FanBase:
Mixed

(loved by some; hated by some; dips between clean/dirty)


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09-10-2021, 04:50 PM




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THUD!

That was for all the people who said she was a nobody.

WHACK!

That was for all the people who scoffed at what she could do in the ring.

SLAM!

That was for all the people said she couldn’t get herself back up the ladder.

And this....

Was for Them No Good Bastards especially.

CRACK!

Leg sharply extended, flat of her foot catching it neatly, the beautiful kick sends the heavy bag rattling wildly on its stand. She lowers her foot, panting heavily from her exertions, but keeps on it, throwing hard fists at the bag, bouncing around as sweat beads and drips down her flesh. Her mind conjures up faces... the ones she patiently waited to get her hands on in the actual ring... but for now, had to satisfy herself with the illusion. They cross one at a time in front of her.

Page.

TK.

Bourbon.

Fury.

Wish.

Her teeth grind together as her jaw clenches, alternating heavy swings and sharp knees, spinning a roundhouse as the chains rattle.

“I think you killed whoever it was.”

Her movements stop, gaze swinging towards the stairs that led into the basement where Marf stood, arms hanging lazily over the banister as he regarded her with humor dancing in his eyes.
“Them.” she steps back, swiping a hand through her hair. “All of them.”

“All of them then.” he agrees, descending the rest of the steps and approaching her. “You realize that its after midnight right?” Lycana’s eyes widen as she blinks owlishly at the clock on the wall. A low rumbling chuckle as he shakes his head. “Guess not. C’mon, you need a shower, then bed. You wanted to get up early to check in with the wolves before we head to Charlotte, remember?” Docilely, she lets him help her unwrap her hands, then follows him up the two flights of stairs towards their bedroom. “It will only take us about two hours or so to get there, so it's not too bad of a drive.” They both step into the master bath, Marf turning the shower on almost as hot as it would go, the way she liked it. “At least we don’t have to get on a plane. Who were you beating the shit out of down there, anyway?”

Lycana pulls a fluffy towel out of the closet, tossing a smile over her shoulder as Marf leans against the vanity, arms crossed.
“Ohhh you know, all of BoB. Tommy Wish. The usual suspects.”

“You didn’t get enough of Wish on Warfare?”
She snorts loudly, whirling around, mouth opening to start a tirade, but catches the twinkle in his eye before she can start. “I knew you weren't that crazy.” He chuckles. “My amount of crazy is debatable. But not when it comes to that. Now, go shower and come to bed.” He caresses her cheek with a massive palm affectionately. “You’re too good to me.”

“I know.” Without even looking over his shoulder as he exits, closing the door behind him.

She shakes her head, a small smile firmly in place as she disrobes, then steps under the spray, sucking in an audible breath as the burning hot water sluices over her skin. The gasp subsides into a moan of pleasure as it beats down on her muscles, soothing and relaxing them. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, enjoying every moment. He really was amazing to her, in all matters from the smallest to the biggest. One could argue it was their mind bond that had them understanding each other so completely, but really... she wasn’t so sure they even needed it. Her mind slides back, from what they had been... to what they were now.

The start of it all, that first meeting in the woods, when all others had faded away...

“You will consider it then?”

The air vibrated, fairly crackled, filled with... something... that swirled about them. Some magnetic force that lured them towards one another. An indescribable pull that neither could ignore... but did not want to acknowledge without deeper explorations.

“Bring me to him.”

She reached out, offering a hand to him. Within her palm lay the offer of a bond, an alliance, the joining into what was supposed to be family. He allowed her fingers to surround his, and her to lead him to the Baphomet.


It would be both a blessing and a curse, the start of their journey. The faction would serve to strengthen their bond, while he came to him under the guise of the hood, as he traversed the path deeper into her world, and her into his, by way of the mind link.

The laughter died down and their eyes locked, held, gleamed with the new knowledge they were just the same. They had swum in the deepest, darkest parts of each others minds, knew secrets, desires, past deeds done.

“This was meant to be...”

“We will do this all, together.”

“And leave a path of blood in our wake.”

Sinister smiles light up their faces as they move into an embrace.

They had battled under the name of the Left Hand, taking the blows as they came, shouldering their burdens and carrying on, never backing down from any challenges. And then all had come crashing down around them with an exodus and a single bullet. Their world had shattered... but in a way, had allow them to step out and come into their own. They had proven themselves as individuals, not needing a group, something they had said all along. All the while building their connection through blood, violence, and mayhem.

“You’re enjoying this.”

The low rumble of his voice vibrated against her back as his hand covered hers, guiding the knife, helping her hold it firm despite the slick substance coating her fingers.

“Yes.”

A husky whisper, hoarsely urged from her throat as a thrill raced through her, forcing goosebumps across her flesh.

“You feel no shame at all?”

His breath warm on her neck.

“He deserved it.”

Glee lurks in her tone. A low exhalation.

“Good girl.”

They had done what they set out to do within the XWF, even though it had not been exactly as they pictured. They caused hurt, harm, put people out of the game. Did what they loved. Their relationship had taken a turn that she had not seen coming, but ironically competitors had assumed they were from the start. A romance blooming from soil drenched in brutality. As a whole, they were happy with the paths they were on, and what they were both working towards together as as their own person. But they still had one accomplishment to achieve, no matter how long it took.

But for now...

She shuts off the water, and dries off, sliding a silken negligee over her head... for now, it was time to sleep. There was gold to win.


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“Well here we are yet again, the first shots have been fired across the board and man... were there a bunch of piles of shit from our opponents to wade through... but I absolutely have to start with the some of the dumbest, most inane, useless crap I have ever heard spoken in my general direction that I have ever been privy to during my time here....”

“You have to be talking about the THUGs.”

“Oh I am... I thought Tommy was the head dumbass on that team, but did you hear JB this week? It was like a damn train wreck. The more I stared at his flapping mouth, the DUMBER I felt myself becoming. I mean shit, he says he ain’t the best tag specialist XWF has to offer –clearly, he’s not telling anyone anything new there- but then goes on and claims he and Wish are TAG TEAM EXTREMISTS, who have done jack shit in the division, but who also DEMAND! Demand, Marf! Respect from us, for all they do!”

A chuckle. “What do they do? Lose?”

“So many things other than that you can respect them for, come on now! Respect for being fodder for the rest of the damn roster? Respect for having a creep for a teammate who likes to put his unwanted hands on people? Respect for not doing a damn thing of any importance the ENTIRE length of my career here? Doesn’t matter! They want respect for it!”

“Thugs I hear you making demands for respect but what is there to respect when it comes to you two fuckwits? That you’ve been around a little while? Got some kind of experience? In what, getting your asses kicked week in and week out? Y’all are the god damn R-Truths of the tag division, that’s what’s up. And what was that about Vinnie saving me? Only thing he saved was your sorry ass from being further embarrassed. Fight me in the ring motherfucker, just like I said before. Stop with the street tough facade and step into that ring with me at last so I can knock whatever real teeth you have left out of your stank ass smelling mouth.”

“We should buy Tommy a toothbrush as a consolation prize...”

“And shove it up his...”

“Marf!”

“What?!”

She winks at him.

“Stop reading my mind.”

He shoots her a quick grin.

“You know damn well neither of them have the balls to get in the ring with you, unless you chase them down and put them on the spot. Combined they don’t have enough nuts to fill half a sack. The same goes with the amount of brains they have. And talent come to think about it... Combined they have just enough skills to... well, fake beat a bunch of broken down hoes dressed to look like actual opponents. And...”

“Now hold on just a fucking second here. Did the Thugs actually have strippers dressed to resemble us and the other two dipshits?”

“Unfortunately, that wasn’t just a nightmare.”

“I get these guys’ combined IQ is still below an average single person’s but holy shit! You two bumbling wutang fucks actually spent your money on that shit? Did you fuck em afterwards? Scratch that, even though I don’t want to hear the answer I already have a pretty good idea. I hope y’all used condoms but again, I’m pretty sure we all know the answer to that as well. I’m sure you’ll brush it off and even claim you didn’t pay for it because “they yo hoes” or some such bullshit but anyone with half a brain knows what’s up.”

“Ugh, you mean there's a chance they might procreate?”

“Now now Lycana, it's okay... try not to think about it. I know it's a scary thought.”

“Can you imagine what the results would be?”

“Probably as much of an emptyheaded fuckwit as TK.”

“Holy shit Marf, did you HEAR some of the shit he tried to throw at me?”

“Alas... yes, you forced me to suffer through their promo with you. You said fucking a cactus would probably be preferable to listening to Bourbon’s rhymes.”

“Oh yeah... Anyway, he doesn’t think that ‘even Jim Caedus’ can help me win a match. First of all, he doesn’t like me... it would be mighty out of character for him to try and help. But is that the same Caedus that you called a fucking moron? The same Caedus you guys compared to a coke addict? Is that the same Caedus that you enjoy belittling and putting down? Suddenly he is elevated to enough status as to be the one you pick to be ‘not even’? Above all your precious little morons in BoB? Amazing what happens when you are TK’s flavor of the week... not only does he try to emulate you with his trash, desperately trying to mimic his betters –almost everybody- he tries to kiss ass so hard his heads in real danger of being sucked into their rectum.”

“Probably a nice change from being so far up his own.”

“True. These assholes flip flop with everything. So far, we have each taken turns carrying our team, it's your turn by the way...”

“Oh, nice!”

“To the fact that I was a force to be reckoned with... but not I have always sucked. We can’t hold our own against them... but our old matches were ‘hellacious’. We’ve got that the THUGs are worth a fuck and relevant... but oh wait ‘The Thugs are like an unsharpened pencil, can't draw and pointless’... I’m telling you, the Bastards do this shit just as much, if not more than Page and coincidently, he’s been on the receiving end of it as well! Page was such an amazing force to them, he was the Career Crusher and all! Now, all of a sudden oh, anybody can beat Page. Hell, did you know they have been propping up Page this entire time?”

“That ego must have gotten heavy... probably why they are dropping him. Or he quit BoB. Nobody gives a shit.“

“Not fast enough for his delusions not to seep into their skulls... They think you’re a werewolf too. Still. They also somehow think they euthanized us.”

Marf shakes his head at the camera.

“You put us down already did ya? Yet we’ve continued on our paths without any real interruption. You couldn’t have put us in the Pet Semetary even on your best day but keep talking yourselves up so highly. You never fucking buried us and you never will. You managed to put me through a fucking table, ya what a burial. If that was your idea of old yellar’ing the Dissentients, well I don’t think your precious little extermination plan is going to go very well. Not surprising seeing as how thinking is part of your A game.”

“Did you know that TK was really upset that the sun shimmers on water?”

“........”

Marf stares in what the fuck.

“I had the same reaction. He was bitching that in my promos, the sun is out and we are by water... I mean, I haven't done any by water in months, they’ve been yours, but what can you expect from someone who can’t get the name of his fellow BoB member right that he’s standing next to, talking to? Tell me TK, what in the ever lasting fuck the location and weather has to do with anything? Tell me why, if nobody notices that... why YOU did, and why it's such a big deal? Do you really think that EFFECTS a wrestling match? WHAT THE HELL, DOES WHAT THE CAMERA CATCHES IN THE BACKGROUND, HAVE TO DO WITH LITERALLY FUCKING ANYTHING?”

“Maybe it reminds him of how the sun gleams off his greasy ass mullet.”

“Or how it sparkles on Bourbons sweaty moobs.”

“Let’s go with that.”

They grin at each other.

“What’s wrong chief, did the shimmering sun reflecting off the water hurt your eyes? You trailer park piece of shit go jerk off into another luchador mask and then tell us how many hookers you banged last week. Nobody gives a fuck what you have to say. Nobody gives a fuck about your feelings towards camera angles and phone calls. Shut your Chris Page cum coated meat popsicle trap of a mouth up and just fight me already so I can stomp the grease off of you.”

Lycana makes a face.

“Remind me to bring an umbrella. On the list of things I want most, being splattered with TK’s drippings is on the bottom.”

“And the Bastard’s love their lists!”

“Mmmm, the wonderful worldwide list. After all the times we have faced them, they really think shit like that matters to us?”

“Who knows with these two period stains. The fact that they needed to bring up being on some special list created by a bunch of smark-ass pussies who couldn’t lace my boots is just sad. Congratu-fuckin-lations boys, you made the list! You know what, let’s double down, I’m going to put you at the tippy top of another special list. You two wads of sour cum are now holding the number one spot on my own list. The list of people I want to ram my fist so hard down their throats that my fingernails get burnt by stomach acid.”

“Marf! Be careful! You might spook the poor dears... and then we wouldn’t be able to have any fun at all with them! They did say they were really looking forward to making us bleed- maybe we rubbed off on them a little bit... except... Except they also said they ‘let’ the THUGs win that match over on Anarchy. Know what I saw? I saw Bourbon get his ass tossed out of the ring and lay there like the pus-filled boil he is... THEN I saw Wish dispose of ol’ Knucks the same damn way... and then they just stood there and watched as the THUGs picked up a win. Trying to say that was their way of ‘owning’ the Syndicate.... Riiiight. So instead of owning them... by winning, which means so damn much to you... you ‘allowed’ the other team who had just thrown you out of the ring... to pin them. That’s a pretty neat way to say ‘we are a couple of cowardly twats who lacked the balls to get shown up by a team we didn’t think amounted to shit so we stood outside the ring and acted tough.’”

“They watched us beat everyone up in the Turmoil, guess that was their way of destroying those teams too.”

“Shit, we watch them in their matches, so by default that means we own all the teams they pinned.”

“Sounds legit.”

“Come Saturday, the Bastards have one thing right... blood is going to be spilled. We are all going to paint that ring in crimson and enjoy every damn second of it. I don’t know if you thought that was some kind of a threat to us... It's not. It had better be a promise.”

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