A Faithful Prisoner - (POW Aftermath)

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Samantha's Casual Theme

After feuding with the so-called: "Holy One of LAW", Samantha Gang managed to defeat the prophet-themed wrestler, using underhanded brutality. However, the wrestling bout was a POW match, which also meant Isaiah was now Samantha's property. Truth be told, the troubled woman didn't know what exactly to do with her new captive. One idea was that Sam could stuff Isaiah in a large bag hanging from her ceiling, a self-made punching bag, if you will. But she would settle on what to do later.

For now, the bitter girl was in the process of hauling Isaiah's unconscious body up the stairs. Ms. Gang had knocked him out with brass knuckles, so understandably, he'd been out of it for a long time. With a final grunt, Sam carried her prisoner up the final flight of stairs and dragged his body to her apartment door. She put in her door lock code, opened said door, and dragged the unconscious male inside. Locking the door behind her, Ms. Gang left Mr. Bowen's body on the dirty floor. Meanwhile she would sit on the couch, waiting her victim to wake up.

If there's one thing Samantha didn't like, it was optimists. True to his religious gimmick, Isaiah had his faith to rely on. But Sam was looking forward to squashing any hope the man may have had left. But as Isaiah kept napping, Samantha quickly grew impatient. She went to her kitchen and returned with a bucket of ice water. "Wake up, punk chump! I didn't drag you up three flights of stairs for you to sleep all day!" The wrathful women snapped, maliciously tossing cold water on her prisoner to wake him up.

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Isaiah had begun to come too, at least enough to realize he was moving, and he soon felt like he was on carpet. He was just about to attempt to sit up when Samantha poured cold water on his head, telling to wake up already, he sat up with a start, and began to look at his surroundings, it looked like a cheap apartment in the middle of nowhere, so escape wouldn't be that practical. Soon, horrific realization kicked in, he was to be Sam's prisoner, and yet, something told him that this wasn't quite over, "He looked over at Sam, who had the same scowl over her face, "First off, did you call me a pog-champ? I expected better from you, and that's not saying much..." Isaiah sighed as he weakly stood up, "I lost, and, as per the rules, I'm your prisoner. I'll be very frank with you, Sam. I've always kind of wanted to lose a POW match, but, I wanted to lose to someone a little more...pretty, like that Ducky girl. So, what's gonna happen? Am I a wrestling dummy, am I your maid, are you gonna molest me, what's gonna happen?" He couldn't help but notice that Sam had brought his entrance coat back with her. She didn't need to do that, he thought to himself, awaiting his fate...

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Samantha smirked after waking up Isaiah with a start, the mean girl having poured cold water on him. It was also assuming to see him look around and let the realization sink in. Mr. Bowen had lost the POW match, thus he was now Samantha's prisoner of war, and there was no escape. However, as Isaiah stood up and began talking, Samantha's smiled faded, as her captive had said several things that had annoyed her.

"Pog-champ?! No! I called you punk chump!" Samantha snapped, but this little vocal misunderstanding would be the least of Isaiah's passive aggressive remarks. He admitted defeat, but claimed he wanted to lose a POW match to someone more... "MORE PRETTY?!" Ms. Gang continued to fume. Isaiah had not only implied she was less pretty, but then went on to compare her to Ducky Williams, one of LAW's most popular wrestlers.

However, before the gang girl was even done reacting to this latest insult. Mr. Bowen would put icing on the cake, by questioning what exactly Samantha was going to do with him, molestation being a potential option in Isaiah's eyes! "Molest...?! EWW! NO!" Ms. Gang snapped, having had enough of Isaiah's talk, she approached and slapped the man across the face. Afterwards, she would knee him in the groin and push him over, Isaiah's standing position having not been to her liking.

After taking her foe down, Samantha would press her foot on the side of his head before speaking. "Well loser, the wrestling dummy and maid options don't sound too bad." She snickered. "Just know that by the time I'm done with you, you'll be squashed of all hope. That silly faith stuff didn't stop you from winding up here, and it won't help you escape from here either!"

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Isaiah could tell with every word, Samantha was just getting more annoyed, eventually, her rage took over and she slapped him across the face before kneeing him in the groin, making him go down...

With Sam's shoe now on his face, she proclaimed that she would break him, and leave him without hope. Isaiah couldn't help but snicker, "Do what you will, woman, you only beat a man..." And indeed, Sam did beat a man, but, something like faith? Nothing short of death could squash that, and even that may not be enough. Isaiah was hoping on Sam making him a maid more than anything, Still, he knew one thing about Sam that she would never admit too. As much as she was against Isaiah and what he stood for, there was still hope for her. The fact that his entrance clothing was here said that she had SOME decency. Still, with Sam's foot still pushed on his face, he wondered what his new mistress would do with him...

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Even after being attacked and taken down by Samantha, the heel's heel now pressing into Isaiah's face, the prophet still had the nerve to snicker. The violent women didn't understand what Mr. Bowen meant with his latest statement: "You only beat a man." So in response, she simply stomped on his head, before yanking the dazed man up again. "Enough with your stupid talk! It's time to get busy!"

From there, Samantha would treat Isaiah in a rather dehumanizing way. Using him as a wrestling dummy, knocking him around as she pleased, and forcing him to clean her rather messy apartment. Ms. Gang taunted and mocked her prisoner the whole time, seeking to gradually diminish his hope, little by little. Hours went by, and Isaiah's latest demeaning task was to clean the rude women's windows. "How's your so-called faith holding up?" Samantha asked him mockingly, looking for any signs of it diminishing, considering the time that had passed.

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Isaiah could tell that his comment confused Sam, which only made her more mad, and soon he was to pay for it. He was put into every hold he thought possible, and a few he didn't. It was actually somewhat impressive to Isaiah that she knew so many ways to hurt another, and soon Isaiah was pretty beat up, still he took it all, without a word, no matter how much he wanted to say something back. He was than forced to clean her apartment, which, admittedly wasn't that bad, and was soon forced to wash her windows. He did it all without question. He was washing the windows when he saw someone walking in the street. At first, he didn't pay it no mind, but, soon realized the he knew that person. Was this really happening, thought Isaiah as he continued to wash Sam's windows. They made eye contact and the figure nodded. This WAS happening. As if on cue, Sam asked in a snarky tone how is faith was holding up, "Ever enduring. Stronger, even." Isaiah said in a defiant tone. Sam's quest to break him had failed. Miserably.

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Samantha had just put Isaiah through the wringer as much as she could, hoping to break him little by little. Perhaps to the gang girl's surprise, her prisoner showed little to resistance the whole time. No sound escaped his mouth except involuntary grunts and groans, when Ms. Gang used Mr. Bowen as a wrestling dummy. He also cleaned her apartment without question, being rather accepting of his fate as a POW, as Sam technically had the right to do whatever she pleased with him.

Finally, after some time, Samantha forced her prisoner to clean the windows of her domain, before asking how his faith was holding up. Much to the women's surprise, Isaiah defiantly proclaimed his faith still endured, perhaps even getting stronger. Ms. Gang had mistakenly taken her captive's silence for despair. But in truth, Isaiah's faith hadn't been broken at all.

"BULL!" Samantha snapped. "The heck you mean, 'stronger even'? That doesn't make any feasible sense!" In a blind rage, the antagonistic girl threw a lamp at Isaiah. But the object missed the man, instead hitting and shattering the window he was cleaning. "Shoot! Now look what you've made me do!" She fumed, blaming her slave. After huffing a few breaths, something sensible finally came out of the wrathful women's mouth. "I'm going outside to cool off." She pouted. "Just sweep up the shattered glass, you tool!"

After uttering that order, Samantha went outside, confident her submissive prisoner wouldn't try and escape. She was about to run into the woman Isaiah had just saw, the one responsible for his faith actually growing stronger.

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Isaiah couldn't help but smile as the expected response came through. Sam was rather predictable, and a really bad thrower, as she threw a lamp in his direction, but missed, shattering the glass window, "You might be a half-decent wrestler, but, Greg Maddox you ain't" commented Isaiah dryly as Sam did something he didn't expect: After a few hard breaths, she said she needed to cool off, and left, not before telling him to clean up the glass. As soon as she left and heard her footsteps leave, he said to no one in particular, "Like hell I am, I'm out of here." He grabbed his coat, and leapt from the window into the outside fire escape and made a break for it...

Meanwhile, a wrestler who hadn't debuted yet, who Isaiah had chosen to be his tag partner, a Muslim girl by the name of Halina Said stood waiting for Sam to come out of her apartment. She was wearing a traditional Islamic outfit, with nothing but her eyes showing

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Sure enough, Sam came storming out in a huff, and Halina put a hand in her face to stop her, "I've come for Isaiah. He's my partner." Halina said defiantly. Like Sam herself, the Desert Witch didn't take any bullshit...

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In truth, Samantha wasn't particularly bad at throwing, but she had done so rather impulsively so her aim was a bit off. Surprisingly, Ms. Gang managed to ignore Isaiah's mocking before leaving her apartment to cool down. Sam was worried about potentially breaking something again. What she wasn't worried about was whether or not her prisoner would remain in her apartment. Mr. Bowen had shown little resistance to his POW sentence thus far, after all. But upon Sam's departure, he would leap out of the shattered window. And rather than clean up the shattered glass as Sam demanded, he instead would run away. Despite Isaiah accepting his fate prior, he saw his chance to escape and understandably took it.

In the meantime, Samantha just ran into Halina. A women outside of her apartment who had just gotten Sam's attention, declaring herself to be Mr. Bowen's partner and demanding him back. "What the-?!" Sam snapped, having no time to reach her goal of cooling off. "That punk's my POW. I own his sorry soul for at least 24 hours. So you're out of luck, wise girl. And on that note, who on earth are you?!"

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Sam couldn't tell, but, Halina was actually quite amused by Sam's rebuttal, and by something she saw in the corner of her eye, "I don't quite think you know who you have in there...or should I say had" Halina looked to her left and watched Isaiah running down the road, "FAITH ENDURED, CUNT!!!" he called out, now too far for Sam to do anything, Halina's amused demeanor suddenly switched to solemn, "That man...they call him the Prophet, but, here's a prophecy for you: A nightmare will come to you in the form of a man cowled in silver and black." Halina looked square into Sam's eye, "I'm from LAW, and haven't debuted yet, and I have given you the pleasure and honor of being my first match. If I win, you let him go, you win, you can take us both. How about it?"