Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2023 18:47:32 GMT -5
Many gather for the spectacle. Lady Pain holds court above all with her hand held skyward.
Lady Pain: Silence your tongues and we shall begin the beginning of beginnings.
Everyone obeys.
Lady Pain: There shall be only one prize for the bidding this day. She be used but still is like new. She hath the highest quality of everything. I present to you my bitch!
Lady Pain disappears behind a curtain then returns dragging a Sonya Benson lookalike on a leash. Sonya is on all fours looking submissive as fuck.
Lady Pain: Lo I bring to you Princess Benson the Broken Twated. I’ve made her my bitch a time plus a time and plus a three score time, but I have been mindful of not destroying her completely, for that shall come in the next fortnight amid the Summer of Madness. So BEHOLD I give you the stunning beauty I have wrought such dominance and humiliation upon. For a price you too shall feel the feeling of ownership of this dominant long time standing champion turned porn stacked bitch. Let the rental begin! Who shall offer the glorious sum?
Man everyone goes all in waving money and objects for barter. Lady Pain is having a hard time keeping up with the auction because there’s just so many people screaming numbers and other stuff. Everyone then shits their pants because the ground shakes and the sky falls apart due to the bad ass dragon bursting from the heavens and landing in the middle of the crowd.
Nobody gets killed but everyone runs away except for Lady Pain and her bitch Princess Benson the Broken Twated. The rider on the bad ass dragon is Wilma Shakesfear. She dismounts and merrily skips up to Lady Pain and gives her the proper bows and courtesy she deserves. Lady Pain nods in return.
Lady Pain: It looketh like you shall have no counter bids. Well met, Wilma Shakesfear.
Wilma Shakesfear: Oh deary-o. I simply must’ve made an entrance befitting this magnanimous occasion. Verily I shall rent this sweet slice of heaven and unlock the inner secrets so I too may become a renowned Bitchmaker this Monday on the Brawl from the Nor’east of states all united!
Sonya has an inch and scratches it but this makes Lady Pain mad so she swats her on the butt.
Lady Pain: DON’T YOU DARE DO THAT WITHOUT ASKING PERMISSION FIRST
Princess Benson whimpers.
Princess Benson the Broken Twated: May I continue scratching master?
Lady Pain nods yes so Princess Benson the Broken Twated scratches.
Lady Pain: What offer doth have for me Wilma of house Shakesfear?
Wilma Shakesfear: A thatch of raven’s hair, a talent of copper, a bushel of berries, a map of the marshlands, and a mote of incense.
Lady Pain: You’ve got yourself a damn deal there Wilma Shakesfear.
They shake hands and exchange properties.
Lady Pain: I want her back immediately after Monday Night Brawl. I must prep her for the ultimate defeat at the Madness upon Summer.
Wilma Shakesfear: Verily I say unto you this shall be done. Princess Benson the Broken Twated and I will have fun fun fun until then!
Lady Pain gives her the dog leash and Wilma rides Princess Benson like a pony to the middle of the place then heaves her on the dragon and the pair take flight out of there.
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A raven drops some parchment into your fingers. You open it to see this.
You find it cute and want to attend so you mark the date on your calendar and set all the reminders on your mobile devices.
You then hear about a decree put out before all the lands, so you go forth and bear witness to it before all the gods and all the bitches. This is that decree.
Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Hear Ye! To all who come upon this I present greetings. Verily it is your impending Champion of Televisions Wilma Shakesfear. Let I not hide hide from this. I have indeed procured for a time appointed the highest of booty, Princess Benson the Broken Twated.
For the next week I shall have my way with her and accustom her to bending the knee to me and suckle on my feet and teat. Then upon that third night in the year of our Lord Page twenty and twenty-three, I shall descend upon Princess Benson like a plague of locusts and ravage her until not one thing left. Gone shall be her pride. Waxed lean shall be her arrogance. Her Television Championship shall flee from her and seek refuge in my most noble and just hands.
She maketh claims that she is our champion whether we like it or not. I shall make her see that old men deny it with their death rattle and unborn children deny it in their mothers wombs. Justice shall visit the Whore of Babylon and the cries of Kelly the Make-a-wish girl and the childing sobs of Ismini Raven shall be carried within my fists, my bones, my very soul.
Come and see! Come and see!
Her evil eyes have never beseeched such a phenomenon like I. Her trainer the great and mighty Ser Duncan of House Ryder cannot instruct her how to defend against my Theatrical Cabriole into Dropkick or my Fouette into Spinning Backfist. Because he hath not caught sight of such things.
She goeth into battle with two good eyes but still blind. Lady Pain birthed the blueprint to make Princess Benson the Broken Twatted knocked out and porn stacked. It’s so easy I can do it. There’s not a time too soon for I to defeet Princess Benson the Broken Twatted. The Championship meant to power televisions has been tarnished too long, thirteen fortnights I tell you. Far too long.
Come and see! Come and see!
For thirteen fortnights television sets across the world have bent their antennas and white noise in protest of this crass champion. For three fortnights Lady Pain has set records on and humiliated Princess Benson the Broken Twatted in physical and sexual ways. ENOUGH PRAY TELL ENOUGH!
Come and see! Come and see!
Imagine new combatants looking at our fair roster and seeing one of the prominent champions getting dominated, defeated, decimated, destroyed, dismantled, demolished, desecrated, debased, discredited, all the d words every day by a chief challenger. They must laugh and say unto themselves “this is champion of theirs?” Tis ok my loves, after the Brawl tis Monday they shall say “BEHOLD A GREAT AND MIGHTY CHAMPION HAS NOW COME! LET US CHALLENGE HER!”
Come and see! Come and see!
{You are enjoying the decree but are crestfallen when it seems to suddenly end, because your future champion has been summoned to work and your future champion procrastinated on sending the ravens out with the decree. Sorry guys}
The end and we lived happily ever after!