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WHO: The Pro and Frank Castle
WHERE: Somewhere shitty in the City.
WHEN: Saturday night
WARNINGS: Violence!
SUMMARY: The Pro's out beating up assholes. So's the Punisher! Wow, they have lots in common.
FORMAT: Stuff. Para to start at least.
The Pro was taking the night off from her actual work, but it turned out that what she had in mind was in the same place. Funny, that. She'd noticed a few assholes being rough on their girls the night prior and wanted to pay them a visit.
Several painful visits, actually. Stopping by them one by one was a nice way to kill time. And get her message across. It wasn't every day a pimp was held up against a wall by his throat by a lady in stiletto boots. She growled at his whining and brought up a knee into the fucker's crotch. Hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to burst anything. Yet. And it was a good thing her speed was enhanced, because his reaction to the knee was to puke. Violently.
She dropped him to the pavement to let him cover himself in vomit, scowling when it splashed her boots. Goddamn. After a minute, though, the woman grabbed his hair to pull his head up.
"If you can't take care of your people right, asshole, you best get out of the fucking business. I catch you pulling that shit again, you'll eat your own cock before I fuck you with a strapon chainsaw. Got it?"
The man blanched and stammered something about money and his business.
"Wrong answer, fucko," she growled, slamming his face into the puddle of vomit. Ugh.
WHERE: Somewhere shitty in the City.
WHEN: Saturday night
WARNINGS: Violence!
SUMMARY: The Pro's out beating up assholes. So's the Punisher! Wow, they have lots in common.
FORMAT: Stuff. Para to start at least.
The Pro was taking the night off from her actual work, but it turned out that what she had in mind was in the same place. Funny, that. She'd noticed a few assholes being rough on their girls the night prior and wanted to pay them a visit.
Several painful visits, actually. Stopping by them one by one was a nice way to kill time. And get her message across. It wasn't every day a pimp was held up against a wall by his throat by a lady in stiletto boots. She growled at his whining and brought up a knee into the fucker's crotch. Hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to burst anything. Yet. And it was a good thing her speed was enhanced, because his reaction to the knee was to puke. Violently.
She dropped him to the pavement to let him cover himself in vomit, scowling when it splashed her boots. Goddamn. After a minute, though, the woman grabbed his hair to pull his head up.
"If you can't take care of your people right, asshole, you best get out of the fucking business. I catch you pulling that shit again, you'll eat your own cock before I fuck you with a strapon chainsaw. Got it?"
The man blanched and stammered something about money and his business.
"Wrong answer, fucko," she growled, slamming his face into the puddle of vomit. Ugh.