Post by Victoria Travis on Apr 17, 2024 5:12:23 GMT -5
Victoria Travis stands in front of a fallen tree trunk, holding an axe in her hand. Her fingers flex and tighten on the handle. Her breathing seems faster than usually. She does not appear calm at all. Victoria Travis is seething. She places her other hand on the axe and raises it high.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
With a scream, she brings it down hard into the log. She rips it out violently and swings the axe into the trunk again and again and again. Each swing seems more violent, more aggressive. Each one filled with rage, anger, but over what, it is hard to tell. She just keeps burying the axe into the trunk again and and again. Shew just keeps swinging, with more and more violence in each swing. It is almost amazing the handle of the axe hasn't broken yet. She buries the axe into the trunk and drops to her knees, head buried in her hands.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
“The Serial Killer” raises her head a little, clenching her fists tightly.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
She gets on her knees, looking up at the sky, fists clenched tightly as she does so.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Victoria closes her eyes, head still aimed towards the sky. She is still seething, but she seems to have worked the need to scream out of her system. But all the rage, the anger, it is still there, practically radiating off of Victoria as she remains kneeling in the grass before the axe hacked trunk. Her eyes open slowly.
“#DestinyLive, this week, when you stream your show, your latest challenge. I want you to thank all those subscribers, all the people on YouTube that have watched you over the years leading up to this moment. Thank them for all those views. And then apologize, because you are not going to able to take a challenge for awhile.”
That seething anger is still in her voice.
“Beating Victoria Travis, that is the challenge you are going for at Pure Mayhem. It is a challenge you failed at over a year ago, and you walked away. This time, Destiny, it is a challenge you will not survive. This week, it is not about the win, or the loss. This time, it is about the message.”
“New Orleans is a city of ghosts. So many famous graveyards and cemeteries line the city know for Voodoo. That, Destiny, is where I will leave you broken and bloodied. I will make you bleed, Destiny. I will make you hurt. I will make you suffer. And I will you regret EVER STEPPING INTO THE RING IN THE FIRST PLACE!”
“YOU WANT A CHALLENGE DESTINY? DO YOU? SURVIVE EVERYTHING I DO TO YOU AT PURE MAYHEM! Survive Destiny, because if you think I am coming to beat you and pick up a win, you are wrong.”
She lowers her head, looking right at the axe she buried in the tree trunk. For all that seething anger, her voice is ice cold.
“I am coming to Pure Mayhem to see how much punishment you can take before the CPW pulls me off whatever is left of your carcass.”
There is no laughter. She is not chuckling, or giggling or anything. She has not thrown her head back, laughing that insane laugh of hers. There is nothing but the anger, the seething rage as the scene fades out.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
With a scream, she brings it down hard into the log. She rips it out violently and swings the axe into the trunk again and again and again. Each swing seems more violent, more aggressive. Each one filled with rage, anger, but over what, it is hard to tell. She just keeps burying the axe into the trunk again and and again. Shew just keeps swinging, with more and more violence in each swing. It is almost amazing the handle of the axe hasn't broken yet. She buries the axe into the trunk and drops to her knees, head buried in her hands.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
“The Serial Killer” raises her head a little, clenching her fists tightly.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
She gets on her knees, looking up at the sky, fists clenched tightly as she does so.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Victoria closes her eyes, head still aimed towards the sky. She is still seething, but she seems to have worked the need to scream out of her system. But all the rage, the anger, it is still there, practically radiating off of Victoria as she remains kneeling in the grass before the axe hacked trunk. Her eyes open slowly.
“#DestinyLive, this week, when you stream your show, your latest challenge. I want you to thank all those subscribers, all the people on YouTube that have watched you over the years leading up to this moment. Thank them for all those views. And then apologize, because you are not going to able to take a challenge for awhile.”
That seething anger is still in her voice.
“Beating Victoria Travis, that is the challenge you are going for at Pure Mayhem. It is a challenge you failed at over a year ago, and you walked away. This time, Destiny, it is a challenge you will not survive. This week, it is not about the win, or the loss. This time, it is about the message.”
“New Orleans is a city of ghosts. So many famous graveyards and cemeteries line the city know for Voodoo. That, Destiny, is where I will leave you broken and bloodied. I will make you bleed, Destiny. I will make you hurt. I will make you suffer. And I will you regret EVER STEPPING INTO THE RING IN THE FIRST PLACE!”
“YOU WANT A CHALLENGE DESTINY? DO YOU? SURVIVE EVERYTHING I DO TO YOU AT PURE MAYHEM! Survive Destiny, because if you think I am coming to beat you and pick up a win, you are wrong.”
She lowers her head, looking right at the axe she buried in the tree trunk. For all that seething anger, her voice is ice cold.
“I am coming to Pure Mayhem to see how much punishment you can take before the CPW pulls me off whatever is left of your carcass.”
There is no laughter. She is not chuckling, or giggling or anything. She has not thrown her head back, laughing that insane laugh of hers. There is nothing but the anger, the seething rage as the scene fades out.