Posted at 7:18 am on Mar 11, 2017 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
You mean "what won't go wrong?".
The giant Chanes and Staphanies were getting closer. One Staphanie tripped in her high heels and fell forward. She hit the streets with a rumble, crushing a gasoline tanker underneath her. An explosion followed, mostly muffled by her zeppelin-sized tits.
They had to get inside CW Headquarters and fast. Red backed up towards the front doors, stepping through the guts of the previously massacred Chanes. "Come on, honey! This is too much for even our sexiness!"
Charon fired one more missile from the bazooka before following Red. The missile missed the intended Staph and struck a passing plane instead, sending its fiery frame spinning out of control into the East River.
As Red and Charon neared the entrance of the building, a massive hand reached down and grabbed Red around the waist. Charon looked up to see one of the giant Chanes clinging to the side of the building like he was King Kong. She thought he was about to eat Red or smash him into a pulp against the side of the building. Instead, he started climbing up away from her.
Red was having thoughts similar to Charon's. He struggled against the Chane clone's thick fingers, far thicker than the monster beef, even biting down on the nearest one. "PUT ME DOWN! THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A LADY!"
The Chane ignored Red's pleas and tugged down his panties. The Chane was horny and rubbed his still rather small dick against the windows of the CW HQ while spreading Red's freshly shaved butt cheeks with his free hand. He didn't get far however. Red had a newly purchased butt plug blocking access to his virgin hole and Chane struggled to grasp the sweaty base.
There was no way in hell Red was letting any McMahon take his cherry. He writhed harder against Chane's grasp, kicking his legs and screaming.
Chane only laughed and spanked Red several times with a fingertip before going back to work at the butt plug. He lifted Red towards his mouth, intending to bite at the plug and possibly pull it free that way.
The change in position gave Red a little more room to wiggle, almost enough to grab his chainsaw from its sheath on his back.
Back on the ground, Charon was reloading her bazooka to try and help Red while keeping an eye on the other, still approaching giants.
Angel ignored Deadblood's screaming and yelling and gave Cadmus a gentle pat on the head. He smiled up at Angel. It was a sweet and innocent smile. Leaning forward so that only DB could see him, the smile grew into something more sinister.
They had to go. If he ever met Red again, the Guardian of Wickedness would kill him for throwing out Angel, but he didn't give a shit at that point. She was being irrational. There was something wrong with this kid and if Angel thought he was so great, she could take care of him, in the woods.
DB slowly climbed to his feet and limped towards the two of them. "Get OUT! GO! The party's OVER! You've overstayed your welcome! LEAVE!"
Angel's mouth fell open slightly and tears began to run down her cheeks. "What? Why? I'm just trying to make the best of a bad situation! YOU'RE SO MEAN!"
While DB was distracted with Angel's uncontrollable sobbing, Cadmus slithered out of his chair at the table, bits of turkey stuck around his mouth. Walking over to DB's shotgun, Cadmus picked it up and quietly walked up to him, pressing it against his lower back.
Deadblood flinched at the touch of the weapon's cold barrel and spun around, raising his hands. "Wait a minute! You don't want to do that! Just put the weapon down, kid! I didn't mean what I said! I'm sorry! You can stay! You can both stay!"
Cadmus only stared back coldly, now pressing the barrel at DB's stomach, forcing him back further. He kept this up until DB was through the cabin door, slamming it in his face and locking it before he could do anything about it.
DB couldn't believe he'd just been tricked into leaving his own cabin by a feral child. He started banging his fists against the heavy door. "You let me back inside right this second you little motherfucker! I'm not sorry! Both of you can kiss my ass! LET ME IN DAMN YOU!"
Angel nor Cadmus responded to his demands. In fact, the inside of the cabin sounded completely silent from the outside.
DB really didn't want to be out there, especially without a weapon. He glanced back at the dark woods, waiting for anything to try taking advantage of his lack of weapon. Giving the door a hard kick, he moved around to the side of the house, trying to see inside through the boarded up windows, eventually finding a crack just wide enough for him to get a clear view.
Angel was no longer crying and Cadmus was no longer stuffing his face. The shotgun was leaning against the wall near the door and Angel was digging out a board game: Operation.
He had to get back inside. He grabbed at the board, but it was firmly in place. He then walked around to the back of the cabin and down the other side, but there was no good place for him to try to get back inside through.
Behind him, there was the crunching of something walking on the dead leaves. The footsteps were slow, but steady.
Not waiting around to see what it was, DB raced back to the door and knocked again. "Please let me back it! I'm sorry! Really, I am! You can both stay! Just don't leave me out here! I'LL DIE!"
