Rip, Tear, Kill

By: Valkyrie

Writing Prompt: No

Date: 30th Jul 2021

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The following scenes will make use of foul language, gore, sex, drugs, rock and roll, and adult themes. 

If any of this disturbs you or causes you to feel scared, awkward, sad or triggered; 

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The writer reserves the right to utilize the aforementioned techniques to further a storyline. 

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>>> Date: Unknown <<<
>>> Location: Baton Rouge, LA <<<

>>> Off Camera <<<

“Jekyll and Hyde” by Five Finger Death Punch comes on over her earbuds as she starts off her run around the indoor track. It was just a few days before she had to catch a plane to Australia for her match for Project: Honor. She’d been fighting with both PH and FIGHT’s medical teams about releasing her so she could compete.

Yeah, she’d heard it all when it came to the match she was supposed to have with Michelle Moore. All the little cunts tryin’ to do what they could to get a step up by stepping on her neck. People tryin’ to call her out for this or that… It was all hilarious to her. 

No, really. It was.

Thing was, she didn’t care what people said about her. Never did; Never will. That’s what people didn’t seem to grasp about her. She wasn’t out to prove anything. To anyone. She was simply out to cause pain. 

Any time someone tried calling her “weak” or “coward”, she simply instructed them towards the match that caused her injury. The one where her opponent tried to get her to tap out. Yeah, ‘bout that..

Guess what, folks… Robi “Valkyrie” Mitchell… Did. NOT. Tap!

She has NEVER tapped.

And, she never would. She’d take injury after injury before she EVER tapped.

So, she gave those who tried to talk shit the biggest “Fuck You!” you could imagine.

“Mother Fuckers always tryin’ to ice skate uphill.”, she muttered to herself.

Well, this was one hill that they wouldn’t be able to ice skate up. And, if she had to, she’d break knees just to ensure they wouldn’t make it to the top. And she’d use any means necessary to do so. And she didn’t care if it was legal or not.

People always underestimated her. And it was always so fucking satisfying when she came out on top. 

She lost herself in the music as she ran around the track. One mile… Two…

Eight miles later, she took to walking to cool herself down before she stepped off the track and grabbed a bottle of water.

What she didn’t expect, or realize at first, was the man that was leaning against the railing watching her.

“You’re gonna end up killin’ yourself you keep pushin’ like you are,” the man held out her towel as she looked up, took the towel and wiped her face off.

“Well, a girl has to keep in shape somehow,” she retorted as she tossed the towel over her shoulder.

The man held a USB drive out to her as she took another drink of the water.

“What’s this?”, she asked as she reached for it.

“I figured it was time you had a song that screamed.. Well.. You,” he nodded towards her and glanced down to the USB drive. “There’s two songs on there for you to choose from. Either one would work for you.”

A brow arched up as she held it in the palm of her hand and then leaned over to place it safely in her bag.

“What are you up to, Peyton?”, she inquired.

Peyton held his hands up and smiled, “One is called War. The other is called Ragnarok.” He nodded at her, “Give ‘em a listen and pick whichever one you like.”

“Now,” he started as he hopped down from the bleachers and wrapped her in a hug. “I have a video to go get funding for so I’ll catch you later.”

She laughed and nodded, “Yeah, you do that.”

She stepped out of the hug and took another drink as he started to leave, “Peyton…”

Peyton stopped to look back at her.

“Thanks,” she smiled at him as he gave her a two-fingered farewell.

“Kick some ass, Valkyrie!”

When she got home, she put the USB drive into her computer and listened to both songs.

A smile formed as she listened and nodded.


>>> Location: Unknown <<<
>>> On Camera <<<

“Well, aren’t you just the most precious little thing!”

“It really is going to be a shame to see that pretty little face fucked up. Especially after I get done with it.”

She laughed.

“I do hope you have a plastic surgeon on your payroll, Little Ricky. Cause that’s going to be the only thing that saves your adorable face! I mean, I just won’t be able to control myself! I have this… This… This urge to just.. Run a cheese grater down your face.”

Another laugh split the darkness.

“Now, ask me why…”

“Go ahead.. I’ll wait..”

She paused for a few minutes and then laughed again.

“I’m so glad you asked!”

The sound of happy clapping could be heard from the darkness.

“For as pretty as you are.. I want to make you even prettier! And the best way for me to do that is to fuck up your face! Cause then maybe.. JUST MAYBE.. We’ll all be able to tolerate looking at you.”

“Cause we’ll tell you what, Little Ricky.. Right now? Your face is so fucking pretty that we just WANT to fuck it up.”

A small pause.

“We? No no no… That’s not right… ‘I’… That’s it.. ‘I’ want to fuck it up!”

“We.. ‘I’… Can’t wait to feel your blood soaking my hands. I can’t wait to wash them in your life force.”

“Oh! I know what we’ll do! We…”

“Stop it!”

She hissed softly.

“‘I’ll’ make a new type of soap! Little Pretty Ricky is what I’ll name it. And it’ll have the scent of blood, sweat  and failure.”

She finally stepped out of the darkness and revealed that her face was painted on one side and “normal” on the other. The painted side was that of a skull. But not a human skull. It was that of a wolf’s skull.

“When we step into the ring on Saturday, the best decision of your career you’ll ever make will be to run. But then again, if you run, you’ll just be giving us what we want…”

Her face contorted slightly and her head twitched.

“What I mean to say is… You’ll be giving ‘ME’ what ‘I’ want…”

“You’ll be giving me a chance to hunt. To stalk. And then, when you least expect it… The kill.”

This time when the lights go out, a blood red spotlight illuminates where she’s standing.

“Run, Little Ricky. Run and hide. Lest my teeth rip and tear your throat from your body.”

And as the camera fades out, the sounds of howling can be heard all around her.

And the last scene is of her raising her face to the blood red light and letting out a howl of her own.