I can't believe I'm still conscious. And honestly I wish I was not. The "Faith Breaker" smashed my face and body into the concrete around her pool. My nose was bleeding and it I had a severe pain from the left side of my body, I'm no doctor but I think she cracked a rib.
"Oh good, still some life in you," Michelle remarks.
She grabs my arm and pulls it around my back and pushes it up on it. I scream in pain as arms are not supposed to bend that way.
"Who's the bitch now," Michelle yells at me.
Sobbing in my pain I cry out, "I am, I'm the bitch, oh god I'm sorry please, I'm the bitch, stop please."
She finally releases the brutal hold on my arm. I collapse like a fish out of water. She grabs a handful of my hair and half drags me to beginning of the poor where the steps are.
"Time to see if you can breathe under water, bitch."
At this point she seems angry enough to kill me and I am scared out of my mind. "Please Ms. McCool, I'll be your bitch I'll kiss your feet. I'll clean your laundry the right way, I'll do anything please Ms. McCool," I beg pitifully. Her angelic face leans down close to mine. My favorite wrestler of all time then spits full on into my face.
"Worthless shit, time to die."
With those words she throws me into the shallow end of the pool. McCool then quickly enters the poor herself and traps my head in a vicious head scissor. I'm inches from the surface but her powerful legs hold me down. I didn't get a good chance catch my breath so I'm running out of air fast. Was she being serious? Was she really going to kill me? I thrash and panic but her grip is to tight and my life flashes before my eyes.
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