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A black Porsche 944 zips down the back streets of Cyber Town . Its two female occupants are for all appearances just having a friendly "heated" conversation.
"Harlot you stupid bitch how can you lose to Cat Adams and expect to receive any freaking respect from me" snarls Raven slumped down in the passanger seat.
"Damn it Raven don't you worry about me, you need to have your ass worrying about Isis."
"I'm not worried about long and lanky."
"Well you should be. She dismantled Wanda this past weekend. She's tough and you may find out just how tough if you keep worrying about me."
Raven looks over at her lesbian lover and shoots out her hand grabing a hand full of Harlot's black hair and begins to pull and twist. The Porsche begins to veer left and right crossing the center line, causing oncoming traffic to juke and move in an effort to steer clear of the out of control 944.
"AHHHH....LET GO YOU DUMB C#&$" screams Harlot as she tries to keep the sports car under control.
"RAVEN YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME WRECK DAMNIT ...NOW LET GO!!!" Sneers Harlot now steering with her knee as she tries to pry Raven's hand out of her hair.
"Wreck the damn thing I don't care. This piece of crap has dual air bags." Laughs Raven.
Raven pulls Harlot close to her and licks her face. She releases her lover and falls back into her seat laughing histerically. Almost at will her mood suddenly changes to extreme fury. "ISIS, ISIS SAT ON A WALL ISIS ISIS HAD A GREAT FALL. AND ALL THE KINGS HORSES AND ALL THE KINGS MEN TRIED AS THEY MIGHT BUT THEY JUST COULDN'T SEEM TO PUT LITTLE OLD ISIS BACK TOGETHER AGAIN."
Raven stares at Harlot and smiles wickedly...."Get the picture."
"You are nuts you know that" Harlot shakes her head laughing and then finishes "but that's why I love you."
"Yeah, I know" snorts Raven as she stares out of the passanger window."
"We are running late" says a matter of factly Harlot. "Your little stunt back there cost us some precious time. You know Betty and Brenda,especially Betty doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"F&@% Betty and Brenda Bloodstar. They need to realize that time is money and the money they paid me to take care of Isis is almost out, that time has almost expired. They had better realize just who the hell they think they are bossing around. I'll f&*# them up to it don't make no difference to me."
"You mean we are not going to remain to loyal to them?" Questions Harlot.
Raven only answers that question with a sneer and then finishes it by spitting out of the window and replying ."Whatta you think."
"Hey you are the boss, you are the Mistress."
"Damn right I am!" snorts Raven.
Raven looks over at Harlot and pulls open her top exposing Harlots right
breast. Raven smiles and licks Harlot's nipple "And this my dear little
Harlot" says Raven "Is simply ravishing."
ISIS **************************************
A tall dark haired attractive woman walks into the CTWF studios and stands in front of the cameras. Her waist length, long, thick black hair hangs with grace and perfection on her 5-10 frame. It provides a startling contrast to the light ivory skin color and porcelin complexion of her beautiful face. She runs her right hand through her hair and and shakes her head tossing her hair backwards. The hair falls prey to gravity and neatly falls back into place.
Isis, the Russian Superwoman, the human suplex machine begins to address the cameras.
"Raven LaCroix you are a freak and a lunatic no?
Do you think you can scare me with your half witted banter and your freakish ways?
I come from Russia, or maybe you forget. I have lived through oppression and have been ruled by half wits with freakish ideas. You and your ways are not new to me. What will be very new for me though is to finally get my hands on a freakish, half witted person and.....how you say......"Educate" you as to the ways of the people. I believe in the American way. I like that in America the people rule. Raven LaCroix, the people have spoken. Tuesday night, in front of the people, you and your freakish, half witted ways will feel, the brutal coldness, of the Siberian Express."
Fantaysia **********************************
The tall red headed mistress of the CTWF, Fantaysia, walks into the CTWF media romm. She is wearing a long black leather skirt that hangs to her ankles. There are slits on both sides of the skirt that run from the ankle to just short of her hips. Her legs are covered with black fisb net stockings and secured in place with a black lace garter belt. Open toe stiletto pumps finish the ensemble. She gazes coldly into the cameras......
"Cat Adams, a small riddle for your small mind. What's the difference between your dear, sweet, pathetic little sister and a bowling ball?"
The cameras begin to pan to keep up with Fantaysia as she paces the floor slow and methodically.
"Why you can only get three fingers inside a bowling ball."
Fantaysia begins to howl with laughter and falls backwards, slumping into a black leather chair.
"Cat Adams, I beat your little sister in my first match and had my way with her in the ring afterwards. She humped and humped my hand like a sex starved little whore. So in an effort to keep this all in the family, to make this a .....family affair............. I am planning pretty much the same for you, a little something extra special though. I don't like getting stagnated in my relationships, always gotta keep em cumming back for more."
Fantaysia crosses her right leg over her left and casually flips her stiletto heeled pump off allowing it to dangle on her toes before letting it fall to the floor.
"You see Cat....dear...... I love having and I 'm in desperate need of a foot slave. I think you will do just fine."