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Curbstompin' Crew - Bytch Goddess
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I'm Mik. One of the heads of the CurbStompin' Crew. You can call me Mik Storm, for the sake of formalities.
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::smirks:: Yanno, Curbstompin' is an art that few can really appreciate. Only the strong survive, and the weak go down under my boot... face first onto the curb. I don't like weaklings, and I don't like strong ones with no respect, either. If you're strong, that gives me a better challenge to take you down with. Face first, buddy. You like blood? I do.. it smells good. Ever seen someone die? Want to be the next? Didn't think so. Well, if you ever come across me, better be nice, no matter how ruthless I am. If I decide I like your sniveling, pathetic attempt to keep from getting kicked into the mud, I might let you breath through an un-broken nose a bit longer.
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Even the mean have families.
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I'm just one of the Curbstompers. There's Lucky, his chica and my sister Jewls.. and there's of course, the Anti-God.. the curbstompin' king of my world. He's tall, and a mack truck of evil if you upset him. ::grins:: I love that man. If you ever get a wild hair up your arse and think of messin' around with his chick, you'll have your intestines ripped out and handed to you while he bathes in your blood. I love his creativity. And yes, he is one mighty gorgeous man, so if any of you chica's get a warm wind up your skirt and even THINK of batting those mascara-covered eyelashes at him, I'll personally pluck your eyes from their sockets and crush them in my teeth before spitting them onto the concrete to grind in with my combat boots. As for Lucky and Jewls.. Lucky's one mean punk, and I wouldn't cross him. Jewls is the Curb Queen.. and my twin in soul. 12 days seperation... she's just as ruthless as I am, so don't mess with her man either, unless you *really* enjoy having your larynx yanked out through your sphincter. ::snickers:: True love is hard to find, but under the blood and torn flesh, we all seemed to find our loves.
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Little Curbstompers are appreciated too..
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My nephew is gonna be one big, mean Curbstomper too.. just like the rest of us. He's an entire 14 months of Hellfire.. and when he grows up, he'll rule the playground. When he's old enough to drive his Aunty Mik's Ducati around, then the new generation of Curbstompers will be born. They say we're the future.. and it's in the hands of our children, so I suggest you all take that with all the seriousness it brings, because one day, the Curbstompin' Crew's little Damon might just be president, and I can promise that no one will have the webbos to say any thing if he's caught with Monica Lewinsky's daughter under the desk.
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