The Bastards Lands II: Wheel of Hate
Jan 14, 2021 23:11:37 GMT -6
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Post by Bastard Warlord on Jan 14, 2021 23:11:37 GMT -6
Olympia Sports Park
2 miles South - Southeast of Desert Oasis High School
The Bastard Lands, formerly known as Southwest Las Vegas
Three men sneak through the place that used to be so popular before Vegas became locked down. One mans name was Kyle Rittenhouse. While the rest of the world is seemingly going about its business, Kyle got himself stuff in Vegas. So now, with the help of the two Proud Boyz that he was hanging out with, they are working their way to finding a way out of Vegas.
“How much farther man?”
“Well, as I can tell, we are close to the railroad tracks. I’s figure thatll get us outta this hole.”
“Good, this place has really gone to shit. All those pieces of trash just walking around. Its a shame.”
Suddenly the flashlight wielding men come across a Latin honey standing against a light post, a cigarette in hand.
“Well looke here gents. Seems we have a little something something trapped north of the border.”
“Yep, seems like we may need to strip her down and check her for foreign objects.”
Both men grunt and chuckle in a perverse manner.
“I need to get out of here guys.”
“Oh we will, but first we are gonna try us one of those spicy tacos from south of the border.”
As the two men approach the woman, a familiar sound cracks in the night.
KACHING
It is the familiar sound of a twelve gauge round being chambered. Three Mexicans, all members of the South Side Pachucos, are standing behind the guys, a sawed off double barrel resting behind the ear of Kyle.
“What up homes?”
“Hey esse, you look lost.”
The two proud boys turn around and a hammer cocks. One look back lets them know the latin honey has a revolver pointed at their cocks.
“Hey esse, this is that one Kyle fucking guy. The one from Kenosha.”
“Oh shit it is. We better bring him to see the boss and get that bounty.”
Fifteen minutes later.
The black van pulls up to the Court of Hate. If you have ever seen the movie Mad Max, then you have an idea of what this place could look like. Ten foot tall fence, with metal rods that are obviously cemented into the ground to give the structure strength. There are members of the Die Hard corps walking around with submachine guns slung over their shoulders. The van opens and out walks three members of the SSP. They have zip tied the hands of both Proud Boyz and Kyle. The Bastard Warlord can be seen walking up to them, the beautiful Voodoo right next to him in a top so see through, she might as well be not wearing one.
“We see you found him.”
“Yes we did my lord. The bounty you put out had me and the esse’s out searching. We even had Carlita act as bait.”
Carlita, the latino honey from before, steps out with her revolver in her waist. She smiles and bows to the Bastard Warlord, who walks up and kisses her hand. Voodoo follows, full on planting a kiss on the woman's mouth that surprises everyone but Bull.
“Mmmm, she tastes like murder. Can I keep her most hated one?”
“Easy Voodoo, you will have plenty of time to play later. First, we must deal with our honored guest.”
Bull looks over Kyle.
“So you are the pissant that has caused so many problems. Hmm, you don’t look like much. But maybe this will be fun.”
Bull whistles and a woman in a dominatrix outfit walks out. Four inch black heels, tight leather pants and a tight leather belt that is wrapped around her chest, leaving little to the imagination.
“This is Kessle. She is a master of...many things. Kessle darling, we want you to take Kyle here over to the room and prep him for his arena debut. Make sure you suck him right to the edge, then leave him there to hang. Lockjaw will escort you.”
“As you wish my lord.”
The woman named Kessle and a Die Hard Corps member escort Kyle away. Bull looks at the two Proud Boyz.
“What the fuck are you, some sort a punker or something?”
Bull backhands the guy and the sound of cracking can be heard, followed by his body flopping to the ground. Voodoo squeals like a woman that just received the biggest diamond ring ever. She walks over and starts to repeatedly kick the now deceased member of the Proud Boyz.
“SCUM! SCUM! SCUM! SCUM!”
Voodoo wiggles her skirt up and squats, taking a piss right on his head and cackling.
“THATS FUCKED UP!”
The Proud Boy that remains looks at the scene and sees the Bastard Warlord walk to him. He audibly gulps. Bull turns to another Die Hard member.
“Drivetrain, we want you and the SSP boys to escort this piece of crap back to the Bass Pro Shop. There, we want you to douse him in cow blood, leave his hands tied, and then toss him into the pool of piranhas. And then make sure you pay the boys for the bounty. Talk to Adam, he will be on the main floor of the hotel.”
“All Hail The Bastard Warlord!”
Drivetrain, the SSP boys, and the Proud Boy all get into the van and it speeds off. Bull lifts Voodoo to his face and kisses her.
“Come on beautiful, we are going to enjoy this.
Ten Minutes Later
The crowd at the Court of Hate is rowdy as Bull sits on a throne of metal. Voodoo is draped at his side and Kyle Rittenhouse is led into the arena and left there, his hands undone. Bull smiles and nods and Faruq Taheed, the former voice of Battle Bots, lifts a mic.
“Here is the man that fell down….then fired off some rounds...while defending some town...and looking like an ass clown. You love to hate him and he loves twinkies and bald men, its the Killer of Kenosha….Kyle Rittenhouse! And now Kyle its time to play a game...welcome to..”
Faruq pulls a drape off of a large wheel and the crowd chants with him.
“WHEEL”
“OF”
“HATE!”
The wheel has several different things on it and Voodoo walks over and spins the wheel. It slows down to a crawl on stops on ”The Boyz”.
The crowd goes ballistic and Bull stands and a raised arm quiet's them.
The crowd goes ballistic and Bull stands and a raised arm quiet's them.
“We don’t believe in cruelty to animals Kyle. We believe that all of the creatures deserve a chance to live or die. And so do you. All you need to do is survive for five minutes and play a game with our Boyz.”
A gate is heard cranking up and a band of African Wild Dogs starts to come out. Their growls can be heard and there is a low hum in the arena.
“Our Boyz love a good game. But sadly, they missed dinner. We hope that you can forgive them for being overly playful Kyle.”
Bull laughs and it is a sound that kills men who hear it, not physically, but deep within their soul. A bell sounds and a clock begins to run, but Kyle is frozen in fear. Once the bell is sounded, the dogs tear into Kyle, his screams echoing in the area as they remove flesh from bone and bury their muzzles into his soft underbelly while he still draws in air. Bull smiles and Voodoo sits on his lap, a look so orgasmic in her eyes that she must be leaving a puddle behind.
“Life is good my dear. Life is good.”
The camera fades out to black.
