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Starring DaisyPierce2000 as Daisy Democracy

And, introducing: Elektra Rayne created by Free---Fall

The above image was also rendered by Free---Fall

Deep in the basement of her own private gym, Elektra Rayne finished her jump rope session and then turned back to the punching bag.

Decorated with a picture of Daisy Democracy.

For some, their insanity was a known affliction. Take Daisy's old nemesis The Buffoon, aka Richard Kayfabe. The man had been declared clinically insane.

Others, like Elektra, no one knew just how dangerous and mentally instable she truly was. She hid it very well.

"Look at you, Daisy," she said. "Bent over. Looking like you just got punched in the GUT!" Elektra buried her fist into the Daisy picture on her punching bag, right where the facsimile heroine's belly was.

"And those amazing breasts of yours!" A left, right combination struck the Daisy Punching Bag right where the Democratic Double D's were positioned.

Elektra had been spoiled from birth. Her entitlement and self-importance grew into full-fledged narcissism upon her becoming a social media star.

A narcissism that could not tolerate Daisy Democracy being the biggest social media star in Trinity Point.

She reared back and smashed a fist into the pretty Daisy face on the punching bag.

Then, the voice messenger went off.

"Hey, you, it's your gal Daisy Democracy. America's Sweetheart and I'm fighting for YOU! Elektra Rayne! That is such a wonderful idea! KAUSA really could use the donation and I'd love to do a wrestling match with you. I've always loved watching wrestling and I've even been called the superheroine Alexa Bliss. Anywho, want to get together and have some cookies and jam and discuss the match? Laterz, Erika and thank you so much! Freedom Force FIGHT!"

The heiress smiled as the message ended. "Now, to keep Miss I'm So Perfect completely clueless as to what I will do to her...."

Elektra picked up her Android, made a few swipes and the one million dollars was transferred into the account of KAUSA.

"One million dollars," she said as she picked up a small bottle filled with a clear liquid. "I'd gladly pay one million dollars to get the chance to break you into a million pieces." She downed the shot, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then laughed.

"Makeup isn't the only product I have created, Daisy Democracy!" With one punch to the Daisy Punching Bag, she smashed the bag right off the ceiling, breaking the chain that held it aloft, sending it crashing to the floor. "Yes, Daisy Democracy, my serum gives me superstrength too. And a complete stamina replenishment."

She stared down at the fallen punching bag. The bag had fallen nearly perfectly. The Daisy Democracy picture appeared as if it were the heroine, lying on her back, staring up at Elektra.

"As it should be," she said as she stomped the Daisy pictures face before leaving the gym.

To Be Continued

Description
Continued From:

Starring DaisyPierce2000 as Daisy Democracy

And, introducing: Elektra Rayne created by Free---Fall

The above image was also rendered by Free---Fall

Deep in the basement of her own private gym, Elektra Rayne finished her jump rope session and then turned back to the punching bag.

Decorated with a picture of Daisy Democracy.

For some, their insanity was a known affliction. Take Daisy's old nemesis The Buffoon, aka Richard Kayfabe. The man had been declared clinically insane.

Others, like Elektra, no one knew just how dangerous and mentally instable she truly was. She hid it very well.

"Look at you, Daisy," she said. "Bent over. Looking like you just got punched in the GUT!" Elektra buried her fist into the Daisy picture on her punching bag, right where the facsimile heroine's belly was.

"And those amazing breasts of yours!" A left, right combination struck the Daisy Punching Bag right where the Democratic Double D's were positioned.

Elektra had been spoiled from birth. Her entitlement and self-importance grew into full-fledged narcissism upon her becoming a social media star.

A narcissism that could not tolerate Daisy Democracy being the biggest social media star in Trinity Point.

She reared back and smashed a fist into the pretty Daisy face on the punching bag.

Then, the voice messenger went off.

"Hey, you, it's your gal Daisy Democracy. America's Sweetheart and I'm fighting for YOU! Elektra Rayne! That is such a wonderful idea! KAUSA really could use the donation and I'd love to do a wrestling match with you. I've always loved watching wrestling and I've even been called the superheroine Alexa Bliss. Anywho, want to get together and have some cookies and jam and discuss the match? Laterz, Erika and thank you so much! Freedom Force FIGHT!"

The heiress smiled as the message ended. "Now, to keep Miss I'm So Perfect completely clueless as to what I will do to her...."

Elektra picked up her Android, made a few swipes and the one million dollars was transferred into the account of KAUSA.

"One million dollars," she said as she picked up a small bottle filled with a clear liquid. "I'd gladly pay one million dollars to get the chance to break you into a million pieces." She downed the shot, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then laughed.

"Makeup isn't the only product I have created, Daisy Democracy!" With one punch to the Daisy Punching Bag, she smashed the bag right off the ceiling, breaking the chain that held it aloft, sending it crashing to the floor. "Yes, Daisy Democracy, my serum gives me superstrength too. And a complete stamina replenishment."

She stared down at the fallen punching bag. The bag had fallen nearly perfectly. The Daisy Democracy picture appeared as if it were the heroine, lying on her back, staring up at Elektra.

"As it should be," she said as she stomped the Daisy pictures face before leaving the gym.

To Be Continued