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Feast my son, FEAST!
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The Monster of Htaed Offline
War is just an All You Can Eat BUFFET...



XWF FanBase:
Some men, some teens, few women

(the villain you love to hate; has cult following)


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04-23-2017, 10:45 PM

Making my way backstage filled with complete rage and the need for violence. Charging through everyone and everything in my way. Passing superstar after superstar, until my eyes lock on to my prey. There she stood all five foot one and ninety-seven pounds of her underage feistiness. Licking my lips underneath my mask, my legs begin to press forward, faster and faster. Until I am up to a sprinting speed, right before where my prey stands rests a rollaway bin full of trash. Two feet in front of the bin I leap through the air spiraling at a forty to forty-five-degree angle. Completing two rotations before connecting with all two hundred and thirty some pounds of a crossbody to Dolly "Freaking" Waters. Crumbling her to the ground like the twin towers on nine eleven. Rolling off her body quickly I flip up to my feet and begin stomping a mud hole in her petite torso. Shaking back and forth while laughing psychotically during the whole twenty-five to thirty seconds of the aggressive gang like stomping.

I stop for a second to take a moment to admire my prey half way through the hunt. She is a mess her hair sporadic and covering the majority of her face. Dolly has a little blood on her bottom lip and chin from the impact of my body and my boots on her torso that caused her to cough up blood. Tilting my head to the left to really admire, she attempts kicking my balls into my throat. Quickly my right-hand catches her foot and instantly I apply a standing knee bar. My eyes can't help but stare at her teary-eyed face as I wrench on her knee from the standing position. Her nails begin scratching at the concrete floor like a feline pawing away trying to escape a trap. I chuckle aloud before delivering my massive size fifteen boot into her pretty little head, knocking her into next Warfare. Releasing the knee bar, I quickly drop to a knee and lift Dolly to her feet as I climb to mine. Preparing her for what I once called Tidbit of a Headache, now is known Htaed Driver. Placing my boot on her unconscious underdeveloped preteen chest.

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Feast my son, FEAST! - by The Monster of Htaed - 04-23-2017, 10:45 PM
re:Feast my son, FEAST! - by Dolly Waters - 04-24-2017, 10:42 AM



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