By Nick from Random Ramblings of a Demented Doorknob.

After winning Survivor and stabbing Suzanne Maretto in the face, Kyra was unfortunately sent to prison for her murderous deed. While in the joint, however, she heard a crazy rumor about this rogue assassin who had killed all of her ex-teammates in order to get to her boss and kill him, as well. Intrigued by the ruthlessness, Kyra knew she had to meet this woman, for she seemed dastardly enough to know where a person like Riddick could be.

So she researched and researched until she finally pinpointed a location on this lone assassin. Kyra then, quite easily, broke out of the pathetic excuse for a prison (she’d been confined to much, much worse) and made her way to where her research pointed her to.

Upon reaching said locale, a very small town in the middle of nowhere, Kyra easily found the woman, Beatrix Kiddo. The town looked like it had come out of a western movie, and it didn’t help that Beatrix was walking down the end of an old, dusty road when she found her.

“Beatrix Kiddo,” Kyra called out.

The woman turned.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“I need to talk to you. I heard about what you did.”

Kyra had gotten her full attention now. Beatrix faced her fully, hand on the sword she always carried with her in paranoia.

“Who sent you?”

“Nobody. I’ve need to know if you’ve heard of a Richard B. Riddick.”

“Riddick? Never.”

“You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“Are you lying to me?”

The two women stared at each other in a death glance. Then, for no apparent reason, they charged each other, Beatrix with her sword unsheathed. The blonde woman swiped with her sword, but Kyra easily dodged. Kyra then pulled out her vicious-looking dagger, taking a swipe at Beatrix, but missing. There was an animalistic glare in Kyra’s eyes. She knew exactly how to take this woman down easily: Left of the spine, fourth lumbar down, the abdominal aorta. The Sweet Spot, Kyra thought.

Kyra jumped, doing a spinning corkscrew in the air to slice at Beatrix with the blades in the backs of her boots, but Beatrix simply barred them with her Hanzo sword.

As Kyra landed, Beatrix jabbed with her sword, scratching Kyra’s arm, but it didn’t matter. Kyra had spun and jammed her dagger into the sweet spot. It was over before it had barely begun.

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By Jason from Invasion of the B Movies.

The Bride aka Beatrix is relaxing in her apartment. It’s about time she got to relax. She’s been through a lot. So much that if it was all to be turned into a movie, it’d have to split into two parts. Beatrix goes to settle down with some tea and is about to watch an old Kung-Fu movie on TV when there’s a knock on the door.

Beatrix looks at it oddly and quietly goes and looks in the peephole. She saw a man, in his 20’s, with short black hair and glasses. He looked nervous. Realizing a nervous nerdy guy is no threat, she opened the door.

“Can I help you?” Beatrix asked.

“Uh, yeah. Hi. My name is Jason. And I need your help.”

“With what?”

“Well…you’re gonna find this hard to understand-”

“Try me.”

“Ok. I’ve been tasked with writing a short story about you.”

“Really? Come on in.”

Beatrix gave Jason room to walk in. He slips through the door and looks around.

“Nice place,” Jason said, still looking nervous.

“So what’s this story about?” Beatrix asked, closing the door behind her.

“Well, it’s a hypothetical story about what would happen if you fought some other women that kick ass.”

“I see. And you need what exactly?”

“Well, the person you’re suppose to be fighting, I have no clue who she is. So I thought maybe if we both watch this-” Jason pulls out a “Chronicles of Riddick” DVD “-together, then we’d find out who she is and if maybe you could beat her.”

Beatrix thought about it. She looked at the DVD and read the description. It was some sci-fi movie. She wasn’t a fan of sci-fi; action and kung-fu was more her thing. But if she was to help this geek out, she’d have to study her opponent.

“Alright. I’ll put it in.”

After two hours, Jason looks as if his eyes were going to melt.

“I forgot to mention I really don’t like Vin Diesel,” Jason said, rubbing his eyes.

“I don’t blame you. His voice is pretty monotonous and he sounds like he should be saying ‘Duh’ before he starts each sentence.”

“So what do you think?”

Before Beatrix could answer, her TV started leaking. Beatrix and Jason looked at it oddly. Soon the screen shattered and crawling from the broken screen was Kyra, the girl they were both studying. She lands on the rug with a THUD, then quickly gets up.

“Who’s talking crap about my movie?!” Kyra said.

“You broke my TV!” Beatrix bellowed.

“Oh boy!” Jason said, doing a good impression of Sam Beckett.

The two women circled each other.

“So, you didn’t like my movie, huh?”

“Not particularly, no.”

“Well, we’ll have to change your mind now, huh?”

And before she knew it, Kyra jumped over to Beatrix and slammed her on top of the head with both fists. Beatrix fell on her coffee table, breaking it. Kyra then started pounding on Beatrix, hitting her all over. Jason looked around and saw the infamous sword. He jumped up and grabbed it.

“Beatrix! Here!” Jason yelled as he threw the sword. It landed right in Beatrix’s hand and she did one *swish* and soon Kyra’s left arm was cut clean off. Kyra stood up, screaming. Beatrix jumped up onto her feet, holding the sword. Beatrix runs to Kyra, about to slash again when Kyra picks up her cut-off arm and uses it to hit the sword, knocking it out of her hand.

Kyra then slaps Beatrix silly with the dismembered arm, stunning her. Beatrix, stunned, grabs a couch cushion and hits Kyra with it, which makes her drop the arm. Beatrix then runs up to her and tackles her, and they fly backwards all the way to the window. Did I mention Beatrix’s apartment was on the 37th floor. 37????

Jason runs to the window, furiously taking notes. Before Beatrix and Kyra fell out of sight, he saw Beatrix punch Kyra over and over again until she was unconscious. Then Beatrix stood up on Kyra’s body and used it as some type of windboard while she plummets down to the ground.

Jason lost sight of Beatrix and Kyra. He backed away from the window when he heard something behind him. Jason slowly turned around and before he knew it, a big bald man wearing dark black goggles was standing behind him.

“Duh, you don’t like me, I hear?”

“Ohhh boy…”

By Matt from The Spoon.

Kyra wanted badly to kill Suzanne Stone because Kyra had spent many years living in prison without much food or Oxygen — the TV channel and not the element (her prison guards were mean and spiteful but not that mean) — and meanwhile Suzanne Stone (she recently dropped the Maretto) got to seduce young boys and kill off husbands to her heart’s content. This may not sound like a good reason to kill someone to you or me but women in prison have very little to do except fantasize about killing people and maybe building friends out of excess hair and nail clippings.

First Kyra needed to arm herself. She knew from her pen-pal O-Ren Ishii that the best place to find anything (including extensive shiv collections with matching his and hers bath mats) was Target. Unfortunately, Kyra had very little money because she had been too busy surviving a harsh penal colony filled with murderers and rapists to pay much attention to her stock portfolio. So instead of going to Target, Kyra hung her head in shame and shuffled across the street to Wal-Mart.

Kyra didn’t like Wal-Mart very much because the constant moaning of underpaid workers reminded her of prison, but she knew that some sacrifices had to be made if you wanted to kill somebody, and, besides, Wal-Mart had some good deals on American spears that were much better than those crappy spears made in Singapore that always gave you splinters right when you were about to impale somebody’s genitals. Kyra found the spears in the back next to a box of marked-down Dixie Chicks CDs.

The Dixie Chicks happened to be Kyra’s favorite band (they were played 24/7 over an intercom back in prison to screw with all the inmates who had good taste) so she was flipping through a pile of their CDs marked down to $17.99 from an original price of $19.99 for an incredible $2.00 savings when she noticed that the moaning throughout the store had shifted subtly from the breathless sighs of the downtrodden to the breathless sighs of the aroused. Then Kyra heard a crackling over the store’s PA system.

“Hello, Kyra.” It was that saucy minx Suzanne Stone.

“I have no interest in you, but since you are a crazy, psychotic she-dog who has spent years plotting my death, and this would negatively impact my television career, I must kill you. Because I have the clear upper hand and you are not James Bond, I will tell you how you will die without fear that you will use this knowledge to overcome the odds and defeat me.”

The PA system registered a tinkle of feedback as Suzanne Stone cleared her throat.

“With my expertise in Spanish and Esperanto, I have promised nasty sexual favors to all the male employees at Wal-Mart in exchange for your head. To the women I have promised a fifty-cent raise. Do not bother reasoning with them because they do not know English nor do they have any interest in learning. Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart.”

Kyra screamed in rage and snarled like a cornered badger that has banged its knee against a coffee table and is really, really irritable. She was ready to go howler monkey on Suzanne and her minimum-wage cronies.

Within seconds, a ring of panting, mean-looking people circled Kyra. Most of them had cut up their blue Wal-Mart aprons into masks that covered their entire faces except for their eyes but some of the younger men with nicer physiques had taken off their clothes and converted their aprons into make-shift loin cloths. Two such men, their junk nestled in their aprons, broke from the circle and rushed at Kyra. She calmly pulled out two Dixie Chicks CDs from their cases (Top of the World Tour: Live and Wide Open Spaces, in case you were wondering) and sliced off their heads. Blood splattered everywhere and completely soaked their work aprons so that their corpses were sure to get scolded by their supervisor once he saw how unprofessional they looked.

The ring of snarling Wal-Mart employees blinked at the two headless corpses and then looked over to the Girl’s Clothing Department where Suzanne Stone was being carried by a group of hench people on a Human Touch HT-135 Massage Chair (Retail Price: $2,399.00). Suzanne pulled out a roll of quarters with one hand and in the other she licked a chocolate fudge-sickle with lascivious delicacy. Appropriately motivated, the ring of hench persons tightened their circle because they have needs just like you and me.

Kyra killed Suzanne’s minions first with the remaining Dixie Chicks CDs (mostly Taking the Long Way but a few Shouldn’t a Told You That’s were also in the mix) then she switched to the spears with the Made-in-America stickers. She was more than a match for any number of Wal-Mart employees, but this was possibly the first time in history that every employee in the store was not hiding in the corners avoiding the manager and actually participating in a group effort even if the goal was killing Kyra.

Minutes passed and Kyra began sweating heavily because it was very tiring work killing lots and lots of people with golf clubs, desk lamps, and bottles of potpourri. Every so often Suzanne’s underlings would wonder if a naughty act or fifty-cent raise was worth facing the grimy, sweaty howler-monkey-like Kyra. But then they’d glance back at their manager-in-training and she would flash five dollar bills and twist a cherry stem into a knot using only her tongue and they’d hunker down and press forward.

After another hour had passed, Suzanne Stone’s remaining henchmen had entered such a heightened state of sexual arousal that the sweaty, musk-heavy Kyra was turning them on. They pushed forward again and again, rubbing themselves up and down Kyra’s lubricated body and it felt surprisingly good, especially after such a long and tiring fight.

A camera crew showed up a short time later and Suzanne Stone put her five dollar bills back into her wallet, spit out all the cherry stems in her mouth, and got off her Human Touch HT-135 Massage Chair. She grabbed a microphone from one of the tech guys and faced the camera.

“This is Suzanne Stone reporting from a downtown Wal-Mart where a bedraggled woman with horribly thick calves and numerous split ends was found dead in the Electronics Department. According to witnesses she expired due to a mass dry-humping that was equally painful and humiliating.”

Then Suzanne Stone smiled the smile of a woman who has seduced an entire store of Wal-Mart employees with naughty promises and pocket change into killing a hated enemy. It was actually a pretty sexy smile.

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By Nick from Random Ramblings of a Demented Doorknob.

After the annoying and unproductive visit to France, Kyra decided to hop back on her ship and fly back into the unknown. Unfortunately, as she started going up, up, and away, her ship began to run out of fuel, and she was forced to crash land in some place called Idaho. It was awful. She had no idea where to get fuel for her ship on this primitive-technology planet, so she did the only thing any respectable researcher on this lowly planet would do: she got onto a computer and used a mix of Google and Wikipedia.

After her research, Kyra discovered that the only place that she could possibly get the type of fuel she needed would be in Houston, Texas at a place called NASA. But she saw the price-tag on the fuel, as well, and didn’t have nearly that much money (she didn’t have any, really). So using her handy Google and Wikipedia, Kyra did more research to try to find a way to make a quick buck. And then she saw it: They were about to start preparing their next season of Survivor, a reality show where the winner receives a million dollars.

I can do that, Kyra thought. I’ve survived alien monsters, mercenaries, and cold-blooded murderers. I think I can handle myself on an island for a month. So she sent in her audition tape (mostly of herself skimping around in a bikini she stole from a local clothing store and saying how she could kick everybody’s ass) and waited anxiously for the results. And then it came. She was in!

When the day finally came, Kyra put on her bikini and the clothes over the top, making sure to hide random weaponry/knives within her clothes. She flew in a giant metal thing called an airplane (It seemed twice as big as her ship, which confused her). When she got there, she was greeted by a man named Jeff on a large boat that took them out to sea. After a few more hours of travel, this time by sea, Jeff finally got up to speak to everybody.

“Hello everyone! We’re going to be doing something… a little different this season. As you may have noticed, there are numerous smaller islands around. You will each be partnered up with one other person, and each pairing will be living alone on a separate island. You must rely fully on each other if you want to survive in this game. Welcome to Survivor: Partners!”

The next thing Kyra knew, she was being teamed up with some older blonde lady. She had overheard her talking with some other people on the ship. Her name was Suzanne something-or-other, and she used to be in television. However, she had gotten fired from her job a while back and needed some extra cash. So she pulled a few strings from some network friends and got a spot on the new season of Survivor. Kyra knew she was already going to hate her.

The pairings were split up and shipped off to their respective islands. Once upon their own island, Suzanne immediately started barking orders.

“I think we should start building a place to stay. Once it starts raining, everything will be a mess. You should find the water and…” She kept going on and on, and Kyra simply rolled her eyes, ignoring her. There was no way she would be able to stand a month on this island with this woman. “So remember,” Suzanne was ending, “We have to outwit, outplay, outlast!”

Kyra smiled and nodded.

Day 4

Luckily, Kyra had been able to use her insane agility to get them through the first immunity challenge, so they were able to make it through to the next round. Unfortunately, now all she was hearing was how they were outlasting this and outplaying that. This woman never shut up.

Day 12

“Seriously,” Kyra said to the private camera. “I’m going to kill her. I’d rather be in locked up in Butcher Bay than have to spend another minute with her.”

Day 23

There was a merge! Finally, Kyra can talk to other people besides this fucking woman. Hopefully she can make another alliance.

Day 24 - Night

“That f**king b*tch tried to have me voted off!” Kyra growled at the private cam. “I’m seriously THIS close to killing her… if it wouldn’t screw up my chances of winning the million, I would.”

The Final Tribal Council Votes Revealing

Kyra, by some miracle, had made it to the final 3… unfortunately, so did Suzanne and some guy named Steve. Jeff was standing up. The live audience was cheering and awaiting the votes. Jeff opened the urn-thing and pulled out the first vote.

“Kyra!” Jeff announced. The crowd cheered. “Suzanne! Steve! Kyra! Suzanne! I’m sorry, Steve, that means you’re out of the running. It’s now between Kyra and Suzanne.” Jeff pulled out the next slip. “Kyra!” There was a pause as he pulled out the final vote. “And the winner of Survivor: Partners… Kyra!”

Kyra leapt out of her seat cheering. She had done it! She had beaten the game. But most importantly…

Kyra pulled out a knife from under her shirt and stabbed Suzanne Maretto in the face. “Outlived you, bitch!”

And that’s how Kyra beat Suzanne Maretto at both Survivor and in battle (What, like Suzanne had a chance?).

By Nick from Random Ramblings of a Demented Doorknob.