Post by Press1269 on Feb 11, 2020 17:47:27 GMT
Astrid Samson rounds the corner somewhere in the back, still sweaty after her match against Eon Night. The Iconic Queen comes to a dead stop when she sees the behemoth standing at the end of the hall blocking her path, his gas mask nose sloshing in front of him as if an animal in the wild challenging a threat. She quickly turns to make for the way she came when a boot enters the camera view like lightning, clipping her right under the jaw and sends her sprawling down to the floor clutching at her jaw.
The smaller gas mask wearing assailant dances in comically over the body, reaching up to toss the gas mask to the side to reveal a handsome set of features framed by long, dark, stringy hair. He looks down at the end of the hall and shrugs.
Small Man: So…this is the chick hanging of the end of Samson’s bank account, eh? Don’t lie…you thought I was going to say something else, didn’t you?
He flashes a boyish grin down the hall at the big man who crosses his arms over his chest.
Big Man: She’s one of them. For right now she’ll have to do. Get it done.
The smaller man rolls his eyes just as Astrid reaches up to grab him by the belt buckle and yank him down to the floor. The two roll around and trade blows, but just as the big man starts to take a step forward to end the fracas, the small man manages to worm his way on top of Astrid and hammers in piston like rights square into her forehead. Each blast sends the back of her skull to strike the floor, until finally he gets her by the ears and just snaps her down one good time with authority. A slight explosion of red spatters out to the sides, and he rises, putting his hands on his hips to admire his handy work.
While Astrid clutches at the back of her skull and buries her face in her chest, both men step over her body and exit out of the frame without another word.
The smaller gas mask wearing assailant dances in comically over the body, reaching up to toss the gas mask to the side to reveal a handsome set of features framed by long, dark, stringy hair. He looks down at the end of the hall and shrugs.
Small Man: So…this is the chick hanging of the end of Samson’s bank account, eh? Don’t lie…you thought I was going to say something else, didn’t you?
He flashes a boyish grin down the hall at the big man who crosses his arms over his chest.
Big Man: She’s one of them. For right now she’ll have to do. Get it done.
The smaller man rolls his eyes just as Astrid reaches up to grab him by the belt buckle and yank him down to the floor. The two roll around and trade blows, but just as the big man starts to take a step forward to end the fracas, the small man manages to worm his way on top of Astrid and hammers in piston like rights square into her forehead. Each blast sends the back of her skull to strike the floor, until finally he gets her by the ears and just snaps her down one good time with authority. A slight explosion of red spatters out to the sides, and he rises, putting his hands on his hips to admire his handy work.
While Astrid clutches at the back of her skull and buries her face in her chest, both men step over her body and exit out of the frame without another word.