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09-23-2022, 10:59 PM

We cut back to a scene of Robyn Gonzalez and her bastardly father standing in the middle of a hot desert highway, next to a broken down hoopty. LSM is elbows deep in the engine trying to fix the smoldering piece of junk, but Charlie Nickles has his eyes on something else entirely. While a trail of black smoke rises up from beneath the hood of the hoopty, The Nickleman turns his gaze towards a different kind of smoke entirely.

Uhhh, girly, I think we oughta hide in the trunk…

Huh? What are you talking about? Come on padre, we don’t have time for weird games, we have to fix this car up and get back on the road to Relentless!

Charlie rubs an agitated hand through his mangy locks before turning back to his daughter and biting his nails. Off in the distance we can hear the sounds of engines roaring and tires squealing…something’s coming down the road. Two sets of something, in fact, as we see two caravans of armored cars quickly approaching our broken down travelers.

I’m not playing games! Look!

Charlie pulls Robyn out from beneath the propped-up hood of the engine and directs her attention to the two armored caravans hauling ass towards them down either side of the road. The trucks in the caravan are still kicking up dust a couple miles away, but it’s clear they’re going to be upon our hero and her shitbag father any minute now. Robyn cocks a curious eyebrow as she looks between the pair of convoys.

Oh…do you think those have anything to do with us? I’m sure other people use this road.

By now Charlie is pacing back and forth next to the car, sweating profusely as he rubs his hands together.

They’re definitely after me, darling! I think I may finally have gotten too big for my britches…

Robyn cocks her head to the side as places her hand above her eyes, shielding them from the cancerous rays of the desert sun.

What are you talking about?

The Nickleman brushes both of his hands through his matted hair, ripping out a handful of tangles, before shaking his head and looking down at the ground in self-afflicted anguish.

I’ll show you…but don’t tell anyone! I hid it all in the trunk…

Nickles takes a step towards the trunk, as does his daughter. He throws his arm out in front of her to stop her from getting any closer.

AND DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ANY!

Robyn watches with worried curiosity as her father walks to the trunk of the car. He looks back towards her and sighs with disappointment before popping open the trunk and revealing a hatch full of bricked cocaine.

Her heart sank immediately. She knew her father wasn’t clean, but this amount of narcotics? This was a different level altogether.

AY DIOS MIO?! What are you doing with all that?!?!

Robyn placed one hand on the back of her head as she stared into the prepackaged snow white with complete disbelief. Was her father lying about being broke…or was he just spending all his money on copious amounts of drugs? Was this why he hadn’t been competing in singles competition since August? Had back-to-back big time losses driven her father to his breaking point?

Robyn shook her head in shock as she looked between the cocaine and her bastardly father, who upon closer inspection appeared to be showing all the common signs of recent drug usage. The sweats, the shakes, the grinding of the teeth….and a bit of white stuff still on his nose, because he just took a bump out of the trunk in front of his horrified daughter!

You’re going to kill yourself on this shit! Stop it!

Robyn tries to pull her father away from the trunk but he pushes her off him.

No I’m not! I was just going to sell it to the guys backstage at Relentless! I was going to call it Charlie’s Street Powder, so they wouldn’t ask too many questions!

Robyn stomps her feet into the desert sands as she screams at her father.

That would only make them ask MORE questions! Jesus Christoe, where’d you even get all this from?!

Charlie looks between the two quickly approaching convoys. A nervous chuckle escapes his lips.

Haha funny story…well I uh, I stole it from the Cartel…..and I think they’re coming back to get it.

A few gunshots from an AK-47 are fired into the air from one of the approaching caravans of armored trucks.

WHAT THE HELL?!?! When did you put all these drogas in here?!?!

Girl, what do you think I came down to Mexico for? One of Tee-Kay’s chicano escorts told him about a big shipment coming through the border, and I just knew I had to get my hands on it! But fuck, I thought we’d make quicker progress than this…

Wait, what? I thought you came down to Mexico to take me to Relentless? Like some sort of way too late family vacation!

I mean, shit, do you want the truth or do you want the pretty little lies? Are you old enough to handle my truth yet, or do kids your age still believe in Santa Claus and fantastical X-treme title runs?

I want the damn truth!

I just thought about you as I was driving through Ciadi Juarez- and I thought, ‘shit- what if i get caught with this shit by the pigs’?

What?

Well if there’s a shit-ton of coke in the car and I’m the only passenger in it, they’re going to put those felony charges and try to put me away for life!

Wait, so you only picked me up and offered to take me to the show so you could pin the FUCKING CHARGES on me if you got caught smuggling drugs?!?!?!

What? No! Not at all, you’re getting it all twisted up!

Well then explain it to me!

A few more shots can be heard from various long rifles as the two convoys get closer and closer.

Is now really the best time for this?

YES!

Basically if there are two or more people in the car, we both have reasonable doubt! We can both say it’s not ours and then neither of us can get in trouble, because it could be the other person’s drugs!

That’s not how that works! That’s not how any of this works!

Look, who gives a shit right now about the law, okay? We’ve got bigger fucking fish to fry!

Nickles waves away LSM’s fury dismissively before he reaches into the trunk of the car and pulls out a mac-10 submachine pistol, fully loaded with one in the chamber. The safety, of course, has never been
used on this mac-10.


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AY DIOS MIO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT?!

I’m going to hide in the trunk with my coke, and if they open the hatch I’m blowing them away!

WHAT?!

You heard me!

And with that, Charlie Nickles pushed some coke to the side and created a little space for himself to literally crawl into the trunk of the car, pistol in hand. Nickles takes a few seconds to get as comfortable as he can before he beckons for his daughter to close the hatch.

Alright, I think I’m good! Those idiots will probably never check the trunk. Just shut the hatch…oh, and make sure to let me out of this sumbitch after those guys leave!

Wait a minute…you want me to just lock you into a trunk with a gun and cocaine while the cartel rides towards us?! What am I supposed to do when they get here?!

Well, they’re probably going to want to have their way with you like Gravy and Preesh- so you should probably let them do that, and then when they leave come back and let me out of this trunk! Make sure to knock three times before you open the hatch tho, cause I’m going to have my finger on the trigger and I’d hate to accidentally blast ya!

Robyn stood there looking down upon her cowardly bastard of a father. She didn’t know the name of the emotion she felt in her heart, she just knew that it was running through her system like a bolt of shock. As the hot desert sun beat down upon her neck, Robyn’s sweat helped conceal the tears that were falling off her face into Charlie’s cocaine hideaway. She shook her head from side to side as she tried to speak but found herself unable. A shitheel felt like it was lodged in her throat, choking back her words.

Her own father, the last immediate family she had left, was so willing to throw her to the wolves, like her life meant nothing at all. As Robyn stood above him in the middle of the desert, she reflected on their relationship over the last few months.

Robyn always knew her father was a bastard, she always knew she’d have to be somewhat guarded around him, but the emotional hits just kept on coming. First, he lambasted and criticized his own daughter for winning the X-treme Championship. Then, he was unwilling to help her fight off Big Preesh and the band of wanna-be-rapists who came after her belt and her body. Her father even tried to join her opponent’s team in the first round of War Games.

As Robyn stood with her hand on the hatch of a broken-down car in the middle of the desert, she finally came to the realization that her father had never been there for her: and he never would be. He would always use her and then throw her away, just like he did to her mother.

Another round of gunshots goes off into the air, much closer than before. Robyn looks down at the barking bastard in the trunk with a wrathful fury behind her eyes.

Well, what are you waiting for?! Close the fucking hatch so I don’t have to pop these fools!

Adios, bastard.

Robyn spits in her father’s face before she slams the trunk shut. He pounds on the roof with his mac-10 as soon as the hatch latches.

And don’t forget to let me out of here when those cartel boys are done with you!

Robyn rolled her eyes and crossed her arms: she was never going to let that bastard out of this trunk. She silently prayed to herself that he would suffocate and die in there as the two armored caravans slowed to a stop on either side of the smoking and smoldering automobile. LSM closes her eyes for a moment and exhales softly as about a dozen latinos hop out of the armored trucks with machine guns and longrifles. She prayed to the real Saints for protection before opening her eyes once more.

LSM silently balled her hands into fists as she saw the group of men approaching her from both directions. From the swagger in their step and the markings on their trucks, she could tell these thugs were with the local cartel. Robyn Gonzalez didn’t know what these goons wanted from her, but she wasn’t looking forward to finding out….

“Heyyy chica, don’t I know ya from somewhere?”

“Nope, don’t think so. Why don’t you guys just go right along now.”

“Wait- yeah I do! I totally know you!”

“Nu uh…”

“It’s her!”

LSM takes a few steps back towards the car, putting it directly behind her as she prepares to raise her fists in self-defense as a few of the men start taking off their body armor and vests….only to reveal they are wearing LATINA SUBMISSION MACHINA t-shirts underneath! The ones from the Cannabis Cup!

“You’re the Latina Submission Machina!”

“We love you El-Es-Em!”

“And we love your photos! I’m sure we’re not your only fans, but we’re probably your biggest fans! MEXICO REPRESENT!

“She’s even hotter in person! Will you sign my forehead?”

The cartel goons start surrounding LSM asking for autographs and selfies with Thursday Night Anarchy’s biggest star.

“What are you even doing all the way out here, chica?”

“Well…”

Robyn gestures towards the busted hoopty.

“I’m on my way to Relentless, but my damn car broke down!”

“Well why don’t you hop along with us, Chica! We all bought front-row tickets to watch the biggest wrestling show of the year.”

Wow, those are expensive. How’d you all afford that?

When El Chapo got arrested we raided his police and took our share of the dough! And we’re spending most of it on wrestling merchandise and tickets, and of course gas for our trucks!

Oh, yeah, I guess that makes sense.

So come on, ride with us, Chica! We’ll make sure you get there just in time to beat that rapist pedophile’s ass!

LSM looks towards the cartel pushers, then back towards the trunk of the car. She chuckles to herself before turning back to her newfound fans.

You know what? That sounds like an excellent idea. Let’s fucking go amigos!

The cartel boys fire off gunshots into the air excitedly as LSM hops into the back of one of their trucks and starts pounding on the top of it, telling the driver to get here to Hollywood Studios as fast as he can!




Aaaaaaannnnnnnddddddd tttthhhheeeeennnnnnnn……..





We cut to a scene of LSM sitting next to the beach in southern California, wearing a red, white, and green bikini as she sips on a margarita from the comforts of a pool chair. We can only see one side of her face until LSM turns towards the camera. That’s when we see that iconic face paint. She takes one last sip of the margarita she is legally too young to drink before she places it on a nearby table.

Is this how you want to see me, amigo? Is this what you want to look at when the lights go out and you get to that beating?

LSM theatrically gestures towards her bikini-clad body as she stays rested comfortably in her pool chair.

Well that’s too bad, Micheal Graves, because losers like you can never get with superstars like me. When it comes to talent you are washed up, but when it comes to hygiene you haven’t been washed up since 2017! I’d say you’re ‘over the hill’, but frankly, I don’t think you’re in good enough shape to be running up and over any kind of hills soon. The only thing that’s getting run over tomorrow night, Micheal, is YOU- and the kind of neckbeard insolence you so fiendishly champion.

LSM looks at the camera with a snarl across her rose-glossed lips.

You want to compare who’s had the better 2022? You must be the one buying all those drogas off mi padre now, because there’s no way you’re winning that debate!

Your 2022 has been a joke of missed opportunity after missed opportunity. I’ve been seizing new opportunities every month, every week in 2022! Your biggest claim to fame this year is that you annoyed Vinnie Lane enough to get booked in a squash match for the universal championship. That’s not groundbreaking, that’s not anything to brag about: that’s just page 1 out of my old man’s playbook- and it kinda looks like you’ve been stealing his audibles and formations ever since he beat you for that ‘Goldi’ back in January. But me? My biggest claim to fame this year could be a dozen things. Was it captaining a War Games team? Was it becoming a 2-time Anarchy Champion? Was it pinning Thunder Knuckles for one of the top belts in the federation? It’s hard to say. Everyone has a different ‘favorite El-Es-Em’ moment this year, because there’s just been so many of them!

Whatever my top achievement is this year, it’s not going to be beating Micheal Graves tomorrow night, because that’s already a given! I’m the rising star, I’m the next face of this company. Micheal Graves is the disgusting skidmark Vinnie Lane wishes he could just forget. It’s fitting that Gravy ripped off the Nightmare series for this match- because just like in all those movies, this fight can only end one way:

With our beautiful heroine defeating the disgusting pedophile. That’s how every Nightmare movie ends, and it’s how this match is going to end, too!

Micheal Graves lucha style is as unoriginal as his promo style, amigo. He fights like every other nasty rudo has before: he’s ‘X-treme’, he’s ‘hardcore’, he’s been ‘Charlie Nickles lite’ for the last two years. Now he wants to be the knockoff Krueger? It’s no sweat off my back. I’ll knock out this knockoff with no second thoughts. I’ll tap-out this loser who’s trying to tap-in to everyone else’s character strategies.

Micheal Graves wants LSM? Well tomorrow night he’s going to get her- now let’s see what he can do with it!

LSM glares into the camera before silently winking and standing up out of her chair. As our bikini-clad icon turns to leave the scene the camera finally fades to black.

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