PWP 13: Lucky 13 - Caleb Haines vs. Savannah

Erotique Desires Gentlemen's Club

Basement gym/dungeon

Las Vegas, NV

November 15, 2014



Savannah stands on the apron of the ring that dominates the center of the gym area here. The simple beauty that she usually shows for these promos is gone, replaced by a bruised, battered woman.



Who smiles at the camera as if she's proud of every bruise, every cut., every drop of blood that she's spilled on the mat during these latest training sessions.



"Sometimes Josh seems to read minds and schedule just the match I'm needing in a month. And Lucky 13 is going to be a perfect example of his talent there."



She slips into the ring and finds a stool waiting for her, which she perches on. Around her can be seen various weapons of the 'shovels and rakes and other implements of destruction' type- mostly used and broken. The stuff of hardcore matches.



"Caleb, you try to make yourself sound like the bad ass. And at Trick or Treat you proved you could be a bad ass- against a couple of scrubs.



Don't expect it to be so easy for you this time! I've spent my entire career, my entire life going after the baddest of the bad asses! You're just going to be one more victory, one more victim to add to my collection.



The reason why our match makes Josh a psychic is that I'm currently gearing up to face another asshole by the name of Conner Creed at Last Rites. So I wouldn't mind having a little warm up before the main event.



That's you, by the way. You want destruction? Okay then!



You want pain? Let's go!"



Savannah stood, motioning to the camera for her opponent to 'come on'.



"I don't have the time or the inclination to give you any less, because that's just what I'm bringing to Creed when we meet- pain and destruction.



So, in the blood feast that is going to occur on that weekend you, my friend, will only be an appitizer!



So, bring the worst, the nastiest fight you got in you, Haines! Don't disappoint me or the crowd when we meet- because I'm brining your Last Rites - hard, fast and brutal!"



We fade to black